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Iron Eyes Cody

Today is the birthday in 1904 of the film and TV actor Iron Eyes Cody.

He he has a lengthy list of feature film appearances on the Internet Movie Database , but was famous to most Americans as the “crying indian” in this landmark anti-pollution Public Service Announcement from 1971.

http://youtu.be/862cXNfxwmE

Iron Eyes Cody was an American, but not a Native American. He was born in Louisiana to Italian parents. His given name was Espera de Corti. He shortened his last name to “Corti” and when he went to Hollywood it became the much more marketable “Cody”.

He appeared on screen with luminaries like John Wayne and Richard Harris. And also with lesser lights like Jim Varney and Mr. T. But perhaps the most fascinating character in any of his films was Cody himself. He maintained throughout his life that he was of Cherokee and Cree ancestry, and stuck to that story even after researchers uncovered his true background.

He married a Native American woman, donated to Native causes, adopted Native children and seems to have lived an exemplary life of devotion to those who were his people in every sense except through a direct blood connection. But how important is that?

Thanks to that ubiquitous PSA, in the minds of millions of people “of a certain age”, Iron Eyes is an iconic Indian, and a constant reminder that we should pick up after ourselves.

Forty years ago, keeping America clean was an important part of the national conversation. That’s not so true today, though I don’t sense that we’ve come anywhere close to winning the war against litter.

I’d like to think that no one would throw a full bag of trash at the feet of an indigenous American standing by the highway in 2012 – not that that would have happened in 1971 either. What’s more likely today is that someone would call the police because some suspicious guy was standing too close to the road, crying.

What do you do to Keep America Clean?

One With The Universe

Today’s guest post comes from marketing expert and dealmaker Spin Williams, the man who runs The Meeting That Never Ends.

Hello Digital Content Consumers!

This is the morning after the greatest communal event of our age – That Big Game That I Cannot Name For Legal Reasons!

I love/hate it more than I can say.

I’m writing this message to you before the game happens because the outcome doesn’t really matter. There will be another game next year, just as big and gaudy as this one. T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R. is a totally meaningless and completely superficial event. It is important for the amount of attention it consumes and nothing more. And believe me, it consumes a lot of attention.

Human attention is the focus of my universe. It is all that matters. And it is all that anti-matters. Getting attention and keeping it – these are the only achievements that impress me. And T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R. is the biggest, baddest attention-sucking black hole on the scene. That’s why I love it! Nothing can match T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R. for sheer size and scope. At a time when entertainment bombards us from all directions, it is exceedingly rare that so many people look at any one thing at approximately the same time.

But what’s even better – those few who don’t consume T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R. must decide to avoid it on purpose. Their rejection may be on moral or aesthetic grounds, or simply because they find big men in tight pants repulsive, but they T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R. demands that they make a choice! That is one thing we all share, like breathing air, liking chocolate chip cookies, or having to excrete them later on. The necessity of facing up to T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R. creates common ground, and common ground unites humankind in a place where we can sell things to each other. What could be more thrilling? The only thing I can imagine that would qualify – having enough money to sell things on the common ground that is created by T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R.! That’s why I hate it!

At any rate, I will watch so that I can feel united with all the many human beings who give into T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R.’s strong gravitational pull. And I will belittle it at the same time, so I can also be connected with the rest of humanity.

Yes, I am truly one with the universe! Thanks, T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R.! And damn you!

Hmmm. I’m wondering if Spin had a little too much to drink at his T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R. Party. But I think I get his point. He’s saying a mammoth attention-getting machine is an irresistible object for someone who thinks about marketing 24/7 at the helm of The Meeting That Never Ends. And he’s also saying he doesn’t have a client with a big enough marketing budget to advertise on T.B.G.T.I.C.N.F.L.R.

What did you think (or not think) of the game?

Happy Hensonday!

Today is Jim Henson’s birthday, which should be a national holiday where we get out our heavy old socks, decorate them with fringe, buttons and felt, stick our hands inside and start acting out stories.

I love it that he was drawn into puppeteering as a way to get into television, discovered the possibilities in textiles as part of a college class and wound up graduating from the University of Maryland with a degree that was not in communications or theater, but home economics. I wonder if his parents ever asked “what are you going to do with THAT?”

Henson was born in Mississippi in 1936. He would have been 75 today.
Google is observing the date by giving you a chance to animate their famous logo.

Here’s a look at some of Jim Henson’s work, as if you aren’t already familiar with it. The clip does point out something amazing about Henson’s fabric creations and the comic sensibility that brings time to life – namely how lasting these creations are. Is there any question that Kermit the Frog will outlast everyone alive today?

http://youtu.be/jjw7bFM8zPM

Henson argued that the frog was a lot more interesting than the guy with the beard, but we know that’s simply not true. Still, it is quite remarkable how easily we can look past the human with his arm up the back of a character.

There is something fascinating about an assemblage of talking felt.

Your favorite Muppet?

What’s My Line?

Today is Dave Garroway‘s birthday, in the year 1913. He was a TV star back when people dressed up to be on TV. But he was a radio man too, and for a time in the ’50’s he was everywhere. His conversational style of hosting was a departure for the more formal, announcer-y approach, and his work as the original host of the Today show helped bring some intimacy to the new, blurry, black-and-white frontier.

How’s this for a good morning greeting in November of 1957.

“And how are you about the world today? Let’s see what kind of shape it’s in; there is a glimmer of hope.”

And you have to love a guy who established as his trademark, in Eisenhower’s America, at the height of the Red Scare, a simple one-word sign off, accompanied by a raised hand with the palm forward – “Peace.”

Signing off with "Peace".

Though Garroway seemed so easygoing and cheerful on the air, he struggled off-camera, and depression eventually took its grim toll. He ended his own life with a shotgun. He was 69.

There were a lot of things wrong with the ’50’s and ’60’s. I wouldn’t want to go back there to watch good people endure semi-official racism and a host of corrosive things we just “didn’t talk about”, like mental illness. But I do like the thought of TV shows where the ladies wear diamonds, the gentlemen have bow ties, and there’s room for chalkboards and chimpanzees.

Here’s Garroway’s appearance as a surprise guest on a popular show – basically 20 questions, but televised.

How do you feel about guessing games?

Big Shew

Today is the anniversary of the debut of “The Ed Sullivan Show” on CBS TV, June 20, 1948. At the beginning, it was called “Talk of the Town”, though it wasn’t long before people began to refer to it by the name of it’s not-very-telegenic host, a mumbling newspaper man who appeared awkward on camera. Critics savaged him, but viewers liked Ed just fine. He may have been the first “reality” TV star.

The thing I liked about Ed’s show was its variety. He had acrobats and actors, dancers and directors, opera stars and puppets and rock bands too. There were lots of songs from Broadway. Rogers and Hammerstein were on the very first show!

But the act I’ll always remember is the plate spinner. Watching this guy do his thing is how I learned I could never be an anarchist. I get far too tense thinking about the possibility that the fragile world will come crashing down into a state of total ruin. Watching this act was almost unbearable for me as a 13 year old who liked things to be nice and orderly.

You may have to sit through an ad to see it, but that’s shew biz!

It occurs to me now that Ed Sullivan’s plate spinner was a preview of our multi-tasking modern workplace. Nobody is responsible for only one thing these days. Back in 1969, we thought he was insane, but Erich Brenn could be any school teacher or office manager in 2011.

What was your favorite act on the Ed Sullivan Show?

Vast Wasteland

Fifty years ago today, Federal Communications Commission Chairman Newton Minow spoke to the National Association of Broadcasters and told them it was time for television to “grow up”.

The bigwigs of broadcasting were not delighted by this dressing down from a bureaucrat. The most benign (and delightful) reaction to Minow from the TV industry came when the producers of Gilligan’s Island named the cast’s ill-fated boat after him.

You can listen to the whole thing if you want, but here’s the famous quote (the long form):

When television is good, nothing — not the theater, not the magazines or newspapers — nothing is better.
But when television is bad, nothing is worse. I invite each of you to sit down in front of your television set when your station goes on the air and stay there, for a day, without a book, without a magazine, without a newspaper, without a profit and loss sheet or a rating book to distract you. Keep your eyes glued to that set until the station signs off. I can assure you that what you will observe is a vast wasteland.

You will see a procession of game shows, formula comedies about totally unbelievable families, blood and thunder, mayhem, violence, sadism, murder, western bad men, western good men, private eyes, gangsters, more violence, and cartoons. And endlessly commercials — many screaming, cajoling, and offending. And most of all, boredom. True, you’ll see a few things you will enjoy. But they will be very, very few. And if you think I exaggerate, I only ask you to try it.

Newton Minow is still with us today at age 85, and last month wrote a commentary for The Atlantic about the anniversary of his famous speech. He bemoans the fact that so much emphasis was placed on the words “Vast Wasteland” when he thinks the most important word pair in the talk was “Public Interest”.

But there you go. The result proves his argument. Regardless of what you think you mean to say, opportunistic interpreters will find the most provocative and lucrative part of your statement, and that is what we will peddle. And by “we”, I mean the bazillions of us who make up what some call “the media” of 2011. Minow’s original critique focused mainly on the offerings of three measly networks. Big deal.

Here at Trail Baboon, my preferred method of trivializing significant things is to celebrate them with a silly, sing-songy poem. Why should Newton Minow be spared?

Newton Minow watched TV
and said he was appalled it
did not deserve its public, and
a wasteland’s what he called it.

A two-word slam. A snide remark.
A snotty little slight
That for 50 years has stung
And made us wonder – was he right?

A scolding seldom wins the day.
A snob is just a snob.
And to wag his finger at the box
was Newton Minow’s job.

He did his part. He turned his phrase.
He sang his little song.
But seeing how the landscape changed
We know he got it wrong.

Because Minow didn’t know about
“Apprentice”. The poor guy!
He had not beheld a Hasselhoff
Or seen a CSI

In ’61 no one had watched
Mob Wives or Jersey Shore.
But today we gladly take these shows
To have and to abhor.

The ‘wasteland’ part is accurate
today as in the past
but he blew it when he called
his paltry ‘60’s circus “vast”.

What’s the worst TV show you’ve ever seen?

An Historic Announcement

Last night, during a time when there happened to be a lot of commotion on TV about some sort of impending major news announcement, I made the shocking discovery that there was a tick attached to my dog’s neck.

This tick was literally sucking the blood out of my longtime, faithful canine companion and was possibly spreading diseases that could eventually cause great discomfort and serious illness. I instantly made it my top domestic priority to remove this tick, even though the activity on TV was growing more frantic and all the major news anchors were urgently demanding my attention.

Seeking guidance provided by several intelligence specialists on various websites, I considered many options for the successful removal of this disgusting leech. After careful consideration, I implemented a strategy that employed tweezers, a flashlight and some rubbing alcohol. The tick was determined to hang on, but through persistent, constant pressure without any sudden jerking or twisting, the blood sucking beast was separated from the bone chewing beast, and I was able to gain control of the entire body of the offender, head included. I now have it in my possession though I have no idea what I can do with it that is both appropriate and dignified.

I immediately applied alcohol to the wound to discourage infection.

The Canine

I am relieved that the tick has been removed, but this does not mean that we can now be blasé about ticks. In fact, we must remain extra vigilant. I know I will, even though my dog will probably charge into those bushes again in spite of my efforts to make her stay on the path whenever we visit our local park.

Many people are going to claim credit for this achievement, and many deserve thanks for a remarkable success. Makers of tweezers, rubbing alcohol and Q-tips performed their duties bravely and with professionalism. Having the proper tools and proceeding with patience and focus led to this most appropriate outcome.

The Offender, Pickled

No thanks to the guys who suggested using peanut butter, garden shears and blow torches. Sometimes the decision to skip a particular strategy is as important as the decision to go forward with another one.

I usually don’t think of the death of another creature as a cause for celebration, but in this case the eventual outcome was just and necessary. As a result of our careful conduct of this operation, I entirely missed whatever all the TV fuss was about, but last night I slept peacefully, secure in the knowledge that at least one parasite had been removed from circulation.

What’s the most memorable historic announcement that you’ve witnessed, and why?

Time Travelers Beware!

The headline that caught my eye was “China Bans Time Travel“.

My first thought was that here is another unnecessary restriction against an imagined threat – like Oklahoma banning sharia law.

Reading into it a bit, I discovered something with a little more nuance. It wasn’t an outright ban, but rather, an official expression of displeasure. Though in China, what’s the difference? If the declaration on the right means what the New York Times ArtsBeat Blog says it means, the authorities in Beijing formally frown on time travel as a theme in TV shows because such dramas are lacking the required “positive thoughts” area. Also, the plots of such shows “casually make up myths, have monstrous and weird plots, use absurd tactics, and even promote feudalism, superstition, fatalism and reincarnation.”

So?

It is a stretch for free Americans to imagine living in a place where the entertainment is not built atop “monstrous and weird plots,” and the government dictates the scenario, but perhaps it’s not as bad as we think. After the ArtsBeat article appeared, others chimed in with a slightly different reading – that China has not banned time travel stories outright, but simply cautioned writers and producers against misrepresenting exalted figures of the past when they should be treated with total adoration.

Still.

One blogger pointed out that here in the USA, our exalted figures of the past are all fair game for pretty much anything – witness the effort now underway to make a film out of “Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter.”

Another possibility that has apparently occurred only to me – China did in fact launch a brutal crackdown on all use of time travel in fiction and in fact, but mysterious people from the distant future swooped in and switched the documents to soften penalties that would otherwise apply to their favorite authors and filmmakers someday – thus avoiding significant pain and discomfort for the very people whose creative anarchy inspired them to become time travelers in the first place.

Well, why not? It could happen. If I were a technologically sophisticated interloper from the future, I’d do what I could to keep Irwin Allen out of jail simply because he gave us Lost in Space, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, and this: The Time Tunnel.

http://youtu.be/NFgMGvFhGQY

Oh, wait. To the people of 1966, I AM a technically sophisticated interloper from the future.
But I still can’t travel through time. Not here, and certainly not anywhere in China. Dang it.

When have you run afoul of an official policy?

Bear Removed From Tree

I received a rambling, late night message from a friend who lives far outside the city. Obviously he has a lot of time on his hands, even though he doesn’t have hands.
This has been translated from the original Ursus Textish.

Bart - The Bear Who Found a Cell Phone

Hey, Bart here.

Pretty warm here today. I noticed the people are coming out of hibernation.

Doesn’t take very long before they head into the woods to start chopping down trees, pitching tents, starting campfires, and checking their e-mail. Good thing we’ve got solid coverage out here. I’ve been spending a lot of time looking at YouTube. Pretty cool, but not enough bears (yet).

Anyway, it’s good to have some real company. I like to sit in the dark and listen to the voices. You can kinda figure out what’s going on if you pay attention. So tell your friends this is a great time to go camping. The whole forest is coming to life, but the berries aren’t out yet, so when you come, bring lunchmeat and chips in paper bags. Be sure to leave the bags sitting on the ground outside your tent.

At the edge of the clearing would be even better.

Heard some campers talking last night about something big getting shut down or turned off because some people got backed into a corner and couldn’t find a way out, even though they knew it would be very, very bad to keep on being stubborn. Then later, the way they were talking made it sound like the problem got solved (until next time). All it took was a little pressure and some letting go. We bears know all about that, believe me.

Every so often a bear gets stuck in a tree in some really busy neighborhood. You start walking, you listen to the voices in your own head telling you what to do and suddenly things start looking a little weird. You know you took a wrong turn back a ways and you don’t want to be there and you start to wonder if you can walk out the way you came in. But then somebody sees you and starts shouting this and that about a bear and you get scared and confused and you don’t know where to go, and then there’s this tree, so you climb it. And then what? You can’t just come down and saunter off. It’s a big mess and there are so many ways it can end wrong.

I’m not saying this is personal experience, though it might have happened to me once near Alexandria. It’s possible that a tranquilizer gun was used, and maybe a trampoline was put under the tree to break my fall. My memory’s a bit foggy, but I do recall this – pain in leg, feeling dizzy, one big bounce and almost another, then flashing lights, the police van and a sore neck. Lesson? It’s always good to have spotters when you’re playing with a trampoline.

Word in the woods is that another one of my kind got into that exact situation in Virginia Beach, VA just yesterday. You don’t have to watch the whole thing, but catch the first few seconds because you’ll get to see something you usually don’t – a bear in a harness!

http://youtu.be/ZJnnj8ICgeA

Looks kinda like fun to me. And scary. Anyway, I guess the lesson is that there are always ways to get out of an awkward spot if you’re willing to let go of a little bit of your dignity.

Happy spring!

Your friend,
Bart

Afraid of heights?

Eye in the Sky

The Air Force is about to launch a new technology that will bring enhanced aerial surveillance to certain locations in Afghanistan. Where the current airborne robots use one camera to provide live video of a single narrow area, the new device will provide a constant stream of images from a mulit-lens drone that the military claims will be able observe all the activity in an entire town.

This, of course, approaches the scenario of the 1998 Jim Carrey movie “The Truman Show”, though in this case it’s adapted to serve the purposes of modern warfare.

I’m all for new technology that helps American forces stay alive and accomplish their mission in Afghanistan. But it’s hard to choose the weirdest single thing about this.

Is it:

… that ESPN was used as a model to help the military learn to “tag” certain recorded video sequences for immediate recall, the same way a TV crew covering a professional football game follows a specific player or compiles a collection of certain types of plays?
(What will be the Jalalabad equivalent of an end zone celebration?)

… that the Air Force sent a representative to watch how reality TV shows choose footage from programs where multiple cameras record all the activity in a house?
(This way we’ll be sure to know if two Taliban have a fight in the outdoor hot tub.)

… that the massive amount of video recorded by these all-seeing cameras flying over villages in Afghanistan will be stored in the digital memory of servers housed in used shipping containers … in Iowa?
(This is a far cry from the day when the most exotic images to be found in Keokuk were at the new Blockbuster.)

… that the project’s official name is Gorgon Stare, after the three headed beast from Greek mythology whose steady gaze would cause you to turn to stone?
(Haven’t we already financed another weapons system that can actually do that?)

… that or that the details regarding this surveillance project, which is something you would think by its very nature requires secrecy, are all over the internet, and are now appearing second hand in a whimsical blog posted under the image of a baboon?

The only reason I can think of for this level of sharing is that the military wants everyone in the war zone to feel that they are being observed and their actions are recorded, constantly. Smile! You’re on Overt Camera!

For people who grew up at a time when television was still a new and exciting idea, the thought of being on camera carries the aura of something special. Not so anymore. And maybe the day is drawing near when NOT being on camera will be the more significant event – something to post as your most amazing ever Facebook status: OMG! I’m out of the frame! Do I even exist?

Perhaps that’s even a workable plan for some future reality show – a group of people are put in a house and left to their own devices without being viewed or recorded. When they come out they can tell us how positively weird it was to know they weren’t being watched.

How would it change your behavior if you knew a camera in the sky was recording everything you did outside?