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  • 13 Mar

    Forced Sportsmanship

    Ahh, March Madness. It’s a wonderful time of year when we can focus on college athletes competing at the highest level, and can enjoy their spirited fans as well.

    There’s nothing like a college crowd to come up with clever ways to get under an opponent’s skin. Even simple stuff like yelling the guy’s name every time he touches the ball can add great enjoyment for fans at any game. Having never been that athlete, I can’t say for sure how it affects them.

    I am pretty sure, however, that it doesn’t scar them for life and is within the spirit of the game. A Wisconsin school district thinks even those simple taunts–including “airball,” “over-rated” and “what’s the score?”–are too much for kids to take. Those extremely hurtful attacks are now banned.

    Good thing the administrators are protecting those kids. I wonder what sort of things are said in the hallways of those schools. “Hello sir, how did you enjoy today’s math test?” “My your sweater and jeans combination is simply strapping today!” “Sir I respectfully disagree with your assessment that Britney Spears is an upstanding citizen!”

    Give me a break. This is the latest in over-reactions to benign actions of fans that don’t bother players two seconds after they are said.

    It brings to mind a string of incidents at Susquehanna basketball games when I covered our men’s basketball team. A few of our fans yelled out a guy’s name whenever he got the ball, or when they committed a turnover said “Hey, we worked on that in practice!” I bet the players were just fine after those incredibly hurtful taunts.

    But our athletic director had campus security go sit with the five or six guys and eventually they were asked to leave. Here’s an editorial I wrote back in Dec. 2004.

    The best part of that article was the day after it was published. We had a home game, and I was seated just behind the sports information director who was keeping score of the game. He had the paper on the desk as well, open to my editorial. During halftime, the athletic director came over to the SID. She picked up the paper and looked at it like it was completely made up and out of nowhere.

    Even better, I was still sitting three feet away. We had spoken on the phone during my time as the sports editor, but I’m fairly certain we had never spoken in person. So as she questioned my premise, I was able to hear all of her comments with complete anonymity. After she left, the SID turned around and I commended him on his ability to keep a straight face knowing exactly what was going on. Good times.

  • 11 Mar

    To Count, or Not to Count

    I subscribe to Newsweek, a fantastic publication full of interesting articles regarding the news of the week. It also features a name with two Ws and a K. Those are all good things.

    But there is one thing about the magazine that absolutely perplexes me and makes me feel slightly dumber each week for not being able to figure it out–the page numbers.

    Each page that has an article has a page number. They are on the lower left for left-side pages and the lower right for right-side pages. Full-page photos/graphics as well as ad pages do not have a number.

    But the problem comes in how the pages are counted. The full-page photos that go with stories are counted in the page numbers, even though they don’t feature the number themselves. The page before might be 40, meaning the page after the photo would be 42. Makes perfect sense.

    When it comes to the ad pages, things get squirrelly. (On a side note, the Myspace blog box has flagged “squirrelly” as a spelling error. I assure you, it is not). Some of the ad pages are counted like the full-page photos–they are counted in the page numbers but don’t have one on their page. Again, I’m perfectly fine with that system.

    But then there are some ad pages that are skipped in the numbering. This system becomes especially troubling with the first pages of the magazine. Opening the cover this week, you find an ad that spreads across the entirety of the first two pages (the back of the cover and the first right-hand page). If you count the pages until the first one that has a number, you have to leave out the first page of that ad.

    How can we operate under a system that counts half of an ad as a page but not the other?! It’s insanity. If you’re going to count ad pages as pages, fine. Count them all. If not, don’t count any of them. My head is on the verge of headache for no logical reason, and such a situation should not exist in a civilized world.

    By cjhannas nerdness Uncategorized
  • 24 Feb

    Teddy Grahams and Booty Calls

    Today was a fantastic day. A great, old friend came back into my life and I can’t think of a better addition to my Tuesday. That friend is chocolate Teddy Grahams.

    Early this afternoon I had a hankering for a snack, nothing too big but enough to squelch the “I’m hungry” voice beckoning from my belly. I opened our pantry cabinet dealio to hunt for potential remedies. My eyes scanned over boxes of Pop-Tarts, granola bars and peanut butter crackers. I started to choose one of those satisfactory but not excellent snacks when I came upon a truly exciting box.

    Teddy Grahams have been one of my favorite snacks since they were first thought of by the guy who invented them. I loved them before he or she even told anyone else about their idea for a bear-shaped cookie-type snack that comes in several delicious flavors.

    We didn’t have them very often at my house, but they were a staple in my grandmother’s snack cabinet. There was nothing finer than a trip to Nana’s, complete with noshing on Teddy Grahams during a break from the pool.

    Today I didn’t have quite the same experience. It’s about 37 degrees outside and there’s no pool here in the basement. But the taste of the Teddys brought me to my happy place like granola bars could never do.

    Another recent smile-inducing moment was brought to me by my good friend TV. Actually, it was whomever decided a Web site called OnlineBootyCall was a good idea and made it happen.

    Now I’m not saying I’m all about utilizing such a service. I just enjoyed this commercial for the site as it played during a popular TV show last week. The sheer bluntness of it is incredible. It’s not one of those jeans commercials where the only reason you know jeans are involved are because there’s a pair slumped over a chair deep in the background. You know exactly what OnlineBootyCall.com is about.

    Don’t want a pesky relationship? Don’t want to promise marriage just to hook up? OnlineBootyCall is for you!

    And lest you think I have abandoned reading for additional hours of television, here’s the stack of completed books in 2009:

    That’s seven so far. For comparison sake, I was just finishing the second of 2008 at this point in the year.

    This year’s picks thus far:
    -The Little Sister by Raymond Chandler
    -Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
    -You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers
    -IV by Chuck Klosterman
    -The Nine by Jeffrey Toobin
    -The Winter Of Our Discontent by John Steinbeck
    -The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time by Mark Haddon

    By cjhannas books Uncategorized
  • 24 Feb

    Creative Confusion

    Have a room in your home in serious need of redecoration? Why not turn to the artwork of children to brighten those bare walls? Even better, dig up some of your own work if you still have it laying around.

    My parent’s basement is plastered in the artwork my siblings and I brought home during our elementary school days, mainly because my mother kept every single piece of school-related paper. Several years ago, we all started going through our boxes and boxes of material to try to pare down the gargantuan load. In doing so, we ended up with a pile of our artwork, and were sitting in a rather undecorated space.

    So this happened:


    In my case, it was clear that my artistic skills ceased at about the second grade. If I drew a flower today it would look quite a bit like one done by my 8-year-old self. But there is one piece that I find particularly entertaining. It’s hanging on the wall just above my computer screen. According to what’s written on the back, it was done in the sixth grade. The assignment was some sort of poster contest, though I’m not sure the exact theme.

    I went with “Save The World, Stop The Violence.” A worthy cause if I say so myself. I’ll point out the globe in the “O” of World. That’s probably my greatest artistic achievement. I remember tracing the gun from something, and my teacher not wanting to display my work because it had a gun. I can’t imagine what would have happened today. I probably would have been expelled for plotting to take down the school.

    Then of course, there is the stop sign. If you didn’t look closely before, I’ll wait while you give it another glance…….Ok, what’s wrong with this picture? That’s right, my sixth-grade self made a stop sign with only six sides. It’s not like I didn’t pass by at least three of them while I rode my bike to school every day and should have known better. Maybe that’s why I didn’t win the contest.

    One of the overall best works is courtesy of my sister. It makes me want to have a little card next to each piece explaining what the assignment was supposed to be. Check out this girl standing outside on a nice, sunny day:

    She certainly looks very happy. But what makes this picture curious is the text. It has apparently been translated by a teacher to read “Abraham Lincoln got shot.” Um, what? Why is the girl so happy, and what does Lincoln have to do with this outside scene? Obviously the assignment was completed, since we can see the teacher’s red smiley face in the upper right corner. Was this a depiction of Jefferson Davis’ granddaughter? A previously unidentified Booth co-conspirator? This is why we need time machines.

    The confusion brought to mind a casualty of my horrid handwriting from my Susquehanna days. My dorm room desk featured a pull-out keyboard tray that I used to store pens and an ongoing to-do list. My entire organization system depended on a single sheet of paper with a list of the item, a day I intended to complete it off to the left and the day it was due on the right. If I needed to scribble down a random piece of info, like a phone number or a message for my roommate, that made it onto an unused portion of the page.

    But my final list has an entry I cannot decipher. I had no clue what it said just days after I wrote it, and definitely don’t have a better idea today. Here’s the full sheet:

    Down in the bottom right corner is the boxed-in, questionable item:

    Any ideas? I think it’s a name since both words appear to be capitalized. That is of course if we assume it is two words. That would lead me to say it’s Lauren B—. I hope I wasn’t supposed to call her or provide any sort of vital assistance, since I can’t recall ever knowing a Lauren B—.

    Of course, it could just as easily be Carmen or Camera or Laven. If only I didn’t use the blue pen to write it, I’m sure this would have been no mystery. Despite my known poor handwriting, I still sometimes used a blue ballpoint pen that always added extra loops and confusion to my writing. Why didn’t I use the trusted set of black pens?!

    Lauren, if you’re out there, I’m sorry.

  • 23 Feb

    RU 4 RL? LOL!!!

    I send text messages. I pay a monthly fee to my cell phone provider for a text package. I am not a teenager, which according to one study means I don’t spend an hour every day punching little keys on my phone.

    That hour isn’t time spent in a text conversation, that’s the literal time spent sending the messages themselves–no waiting involved. A Nielsen study says teens with cell phones send an average of 2,272 texts a month, as reported in this Washington Post article.

    That’s equivalent to about 76 messages every day (given a 30-day month). If the teens get 8 hours of sleep, that means sending roughly five texts every hour they are awake. The staggering number is the average per year, which works out to 27,264. That’s a lot of LOLs, GR8 C U THENs and THX BFFs.

    I don’t think I could send that many if I tried, and I’m sure there are thousands of parents who thank whomever came up with a way for them to not have to pay for those texts 15 cents at a time.

    Of course, I wasn’t a teenager when “everyone” had a cell phone, so it’s hard to truly judge the Nielsen data. Back in the day, we had Instant Messenger as the form of communication “everyone” utilized. Your screen name was the ticket to endless banter about today’s history assignment, who smelled on the bus this morning or who was going to the football game on Friday.

    Before the advent of such detached technologies, I suppose people used regular phones to actually speak to one another. Those are the same people who wrote letters and mailed them–with stamps. I’m not saying we should go back to that kind of society; I like the ability to send a sane number of text messages in a month. But maybe certain things shouldn’t be unlimited. Back in the beginning years of the internet, we were all concerned about the number of hours we were using. Now that DSL and cable are practically ubiquitous, “everyone”–myself included–spend more time than is really necessary online. Without that clock, those limits, there’s less of an incentive to pursue other things.

    The text packages are the same way. The article states that the subject family spends $30 a month to get unlimited texts. How different would habits be at $0.15 for every one of those important messages? Surely some of them would be handled in other ways, and maybe that would promote a more well-rounded experience for “everyone.”

    G2G. TTYL.

  • 18 Feb

    Standing Room Only

    There are many rules and regulations meant to protect our society from lots of dangerous things. Some of these rules come with signs attached to the top of posts: No Swimming, No Smoking, Handicapped Parking.

    But one of the most common signs needs to be amended. It’s the one you see along the curbs outside many buildings that says “No Parking or Standing–Fire Lane.”

    I understand the point is to keep cars away from that area in case of a fire. An emergency vehicle would need access to that space in order to address the flames and work to ensure people’s safety. But the “Standing” portion is a bit unnecessary.

    Today I picked up someone for lunch, and thus had to wait outside their office building until they came out. There were far-flung parking spaces open, but the area just in front of the door was a lot more convenient for both of us. I defied the signs in the area warning me not to “Stand.” I would never park in such a location, but I don’t see the problem with standing.

    If there is a fire, and people are fleeing the building, I’m going to want to get away as well. I’m not going to say: “Hey, look at those awesome flames! Let me continue sitting in my car in front of this fire hydrant.” That’s one of the wonderful things about cars–they’re meant to go places. By the time a fire engine arrived–even with amazing response time–my car would no longer be standing in that location.

    Sure, there are people who would me so mesmerized by the smoke-and-flames situation that they would continue their standing. But even then, if a fire engine rolled up right behind you and beeped that incredibly loud horn, you’d probably get the picture and get out of the way. Or in any statute that removes the “No Standing” provision from the sign, we can include a line about the right of emergency vehicles to ram into cars that are in the way without fault.

    Let the vehicles stand.

    By cjhannas Uncategorized
  • 28 Jan

    Did We Stutter?

    For perhaps the first time in a long, long while, I agreed with action taken by House Republicans. They were the driving force in defeating a bill to delay the DTV switch, which had already passed in the Senate.

    The measure’s proponents, including the Obama administration, argue that switching off the analog TV signals is going to leave too many people without programming. The Associated Press says Nielson estimates 6.5 million households will not be ready for the switch.

    Where have those 6.5 million households been for the last 15 months? If you have a television, and watch it even occasionally, how could you miss the nearly incessant warnings that his was going to happen. The Feb. 17 date has been in print ads, TV/radio ads, newspaper stories and promos done by network TV stars. Did they stutter? Did you think they were kidding?

    The bill would have pushed the transition back to June, when presumably more people would be “ready” for the switch. What good is giving four extra months to people who couldn’t get prepared with years of notice? As I read somewhere this morning, the only way to truly get those 6.5 million people to take the necessary action is to go through with the switch. When they lose their signal on Feb. 17, you can be sure they’ll get a digital converter box that very day.

    Lost in the overall debate is the cost to TV stations. Congress mandated the change, one that cost stations all over the countries boatloads of money to enact. Right now they are all paying to broadcast both digital and analog signals, and certainly expected to be able to shut off the analog transmitter on Feb. 17. Now they have to continue paying for the simulcasting. In a time of already stretched budgets, that means having to cut costs elsewhere.

    So if you missed the message…DTV IS COMING FEB. 17. IF YOU GET YOUR TELEVISION THROUGH AN ANALOG ANTENNA, YOU NEED TO GET A DIGITAL CONVERTER BOX IN ORDER TO CONTINUE GETTING TV. NO BOX=NO TV. GO. NOW!!!!!!!! As mentioned in the ads, for more information visit DTVAnswers.com. NOW!

  • 17 Jan

    Rent-Free Living

    So if you no longer want to pay for housing, apparently Britain is the place to be. I ran across this fascinating story in this morning’s Washington Post.

    It recounts the story of some squatters taking up residence in a $33 million home in London. Apparently all you need is an open window, or an unlocked door and you’re in: “In Britain, trespassing is a civil offense, not a criminal one. Provided the squatters do not break a window or door to enter or otherwise damage the property, police are largely powerless to remove them.”

    The article says most people are kicked out in days or weeks, but “if they last 10 years, the law allows them to petition a court for ownership.” What a great country. Just when you thought our legal systems were alike…

    In other odd news, today I cut my fingernails. Except I realized hours later that I only cut the ones on my right hand and not my left. In a bit of Chris Trivia I probably shouldn’t admit, I do this ALL the time. I’d say a good 30 percent of fingernail trimmings involve finding later on that I inexplicably only did one hand, and it’s always the right.

    I know what you’re thinking, maybe, and I understand that’s a fairly odd thing to admit. But you’re also thinking, “Hey, at least he didn’t write about another book.” I pledge not to do that for a long while, unless it’s really really ridiculously warranted…but I am through No. 3 already…

    By cjhannas not smart Uncategorized
  • 14 Jan

    My Child is an Honor Student at…

    Parents who make a lot of noise insisting their children are special and need to be recognized as so eventually end up getting their way. That doesn’t make the kids any more talented or able than they already are. It does, however, reinforce in the parents’ minds the notion that their kid is some sort of special gift to be celebrated.

    That’s not necessarily good for the kid, and could end up setting impossible expectations against which the child will never be positively measured. Such is the fight going on right now in Fairfax County where a group of parents is trying to alter the grading system to boost their kids’ grades.

    I’m a product of the current system, one that has a grading scale requiring students to achieve a 94 average in order to earn an A. This group of parents says it’s an outrage that their kids aren’t measured under a system where a 90 gets an A, as in many school systems around the country.

    As a Fairfax County student, you’re told you have a great opportunity to learn in a top school system–one that will challenge you and prepare you for whatever your next step may be. For most of us, that was college. That’s where the uproar begins.

    The parents say a kid from a 90-percent school has a huge advantage because their GPA will be higher. Yes, averages will be essentially higher across the board, but at what cost?

    If you only have to get a 90 for an A, what’s the point in working any harder than that? I know there were several classes I took in high school where I sweated out the final exam results to see if I was going to get to that 94, or at least the 93.5 that most teachers would round up. The key example here is freshman English, which was taught by Ms. Amaker. She had a policy stating if you received an A for each of the four quarters you were exempt from the final exam/presentation. You could also borrow one percentage point a quarter in order to boost your grade, the only catch being that you would have to pay it back next time. (Go from a 93 to a 94 this quarter, but be sure you have that 95 to be able to keep your A next time).

    I rocked through three quarters with an A and worked hard in that fourth quarter to push through the final A. At 90 percent, I would have been able to slack off and still net the same result.

    I went through my high school transcript to see just how much the proposed grading system change would have affected my bottom line. The result: I would have earned a 3.87 instead of a 3.67. That’s a five-percent overall boost for doing absolutely nothing, and doesn’t take into account how much less effort I could have put into the A’s I originally earned.

    In fact, looking at the individual years shows a bigger effect. I would have finished freshman year with a perfect 4.0 vs. the 3.79 I earned. Sophomore year–3.71 vs. 3.57. The boost would have been best my Junior year, giving me a 3.86 instead of another measly 3.57. Senior year would have also sent me out on another perfect 4.0 vs. the 3.83 I actually earned.

    In several Washington Post articles, the school system has said students don’t have a disadvantage when it comes to college admissions and in fact may get a boost from admissions officers. They say colleges know a county’s reputation, even down to individual teachers, and give a boost to Fairfax students that way.

    But what about the effect on students’ minds? I left high school knowing I was a good student, but certainly not the top tier. I didn’t think about going to Princeton or Harvard, or even UVA. I knew I wasn’t that level. But a kid who gets boosted by the system to a 3.87 thinks he’s a great student who doesn’t have to work as hard to succeed. When he applies to college, not only is he now going against a greater level of competition (thanks to other students getting help), but may not truly grasp which schools might be a better fit for his academic future.

    Once he’s in school, the kid still thinks it’s easier to get good grades. That means he doesn’t work as hard and suddenly finds he’s struggling in college. He calls his parents, who think of him as the 3.87 prodigy, and all three blame the college for being too demanding.

    Perhaps we should take a step back and realize that challenging students is a good idea. It’s part of the point of school. You should learn your abilities and limits and how to push through that in order to get to the next level, whether that’s a C+ or an A. Changing the grading system to achieve those goals instead of forcing students to work for them is not the path to success for the county, parents or the students.

    Too bad the school board looks like it’s giving in to those who want to be “Proud Parent of an Honor Student.”

    By cjhannas Uncategorized
  • 13 Jan

    It’s Reading Rainbow

    Despite my heroic efforts, it appears the Year of the Book was not a nationwide project.

    In fact, according to a new study by the National Endowment for the Arts, the percentage of adults who read any book not required for work or school dropped in 2008. While I knocked out 20 titles, only 54.3 percent of adults finished even one. The Washington Post has more.

    Come on people!

    It’s not like there aren’t amazing stories awaiting people’s attention. Maybe if people were inside reading books murder rates and overall crime would plummet. Maybe car crashes would be a thing of the past if people had a book in their hand instead of a steering wheel (hopefully not trying to do both at the same time). Perhaps ratings for TMZ and Access Hollywood would be taken to crushingly low levels if turned off in favor of literature.

    I certainly won’t hold my breath. But I will do my part and keep reading.

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