Monday, May 18, 2015

Symphony No. 50

mount_saint_helens_symphony.jpgThirty-five years ago today. Of course I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing.

We were having a birthday party for Meredith in Burien and friends were driving up from Oregon — or they would have, but the freeway was closed. My brother Jim was working at a garage in Portland and they changed more air filters in a week than they usually changed in a year. Cousins in Hood River and The Dalles wondered when they would see the sun again, and what they would do with the piles of ash that covered everything.

I'll bet you didn't know there was a symphony.

I'm listening to it now.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Not Allowed to Say

Frank Furedi on Why the opinion polls got it so wrong
What I found even more unsettling was that the BBC reporter did not express any surprise about the hesitant and reluctant manner in which her questions were being answered. One would have thought that the frequently expressed comment “We are not allowed to say” was itself newsworthy, and an important point to comment on. But it was just nodded through, capturing the view that, yes, it is understandable that people should feel they are “not allowed to say” certain things.
Why ask their opinion if they aren't allowed to have one?