Podcasts that helped me survive Election 2016

It’s been a tough Presidential election season to get through. Especially if you’re like me, and you started following the proceedings early. I watched Biden decide not to run. And I witnessed sixteen GOP candidates get picked off, by one-by-one, by Trump, and in the process, watched the entire process debased to a level I couldn’t have imagined possible a year ago. Deeply depressing.

The key to my survival has been a handful of intelligent, well-informed, often extremely funny podcasts. I’ll list them for you now. Especially since, with the exception of this first one, they should all continue to reward listening once all of the votes are cast and Washington gridlock resumes in earnest.

Trumpcast

Slate's Trumpcast

Like several of in my list, this is produced by Slate. Host Jacob Weisberg talks all things Trump, as a way to help us all get through this national and international fever dream. Weisberg hasn’t released an episode in a while, but he vowed to continue releasing them until the scourge has passed. Let’s hope that’s November 9, when all election results are tallied.

Whistlestop

whistlestopThis podcast, now with a book by the same name, is by national journalism treasure John Dickerson. When he’s not writing for Slate or performing his new duties as host of Sunday’s Face the Nation, Dickerson is an engaging presidential election historian. His stories help us understand the reasons for some of our election traditions, and they remind us that things have been this loopy before in American history — although perhaps not since the days of John Adams, Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson.

Pod4Ham

Speaking of Hamilton, of course you knew I would mention that musical of the same name, written by Lin-Manuel Miranda, who until recently was also its star on the Broadway stage. Like Whistlestop, Pod4Ham scratches the itch for a broader election politics perspective, as it dissects the musical’s songs, one at a time, using as its basis the brilliant original cast recording.

True, it’s only for Hamilton fanatics like myself. That is, it’s for the sort of fanatic who gets excited about visiting Weehawken, New Jersey, because it’s the site of Hamilton’s fatal duel with Aaron Burr:

Running on the Hudson, listening to Hamilton cast album, in the city where Burr shot him

A photo posted by Jeff Larche (@jefflarche) on

A little more accessible than Pod4Ham is Miranda’s recent appearance on SNL, which aired just one day after the recording was released about Trump bragging to Billy Bush, on a television series motor home, about him kissing and groping women without their consent. The comedy is priceless, and it also shows Lin-Manuel’s mastery of lyrics:

Vox’s The Weeds

The wonderful Ezra Klein leads a panel discussing the latest in politics. This episode followed the final debate, and is true to its title. It truly gets into the weeds of issues, including Presidential election politics.

What podcasts have gotten you through this punishing chapter in election politics? I would invite you to leave a comment, but as you probably know, trolls love to flood blog comments. Best to suggest something to me here (until trolls spoil the party there as well).

The Art of Authorship

I enjoy writing. And once every three months or so, like a familiar spasm that arrives out of the blue, I think about writing a book. A real book.

The book.

It’s the one I’ve been planning and constructing — and occasionally drafting — for the last seven years. If I complete it, it will be my first book.

Marie CorelliThat may never happen, and that doesn’t bother me. Well, much. But I will, when the spasm returns, sometimes read about writing, by real writers. It can take the form of rereading Anne Lamott’s wonderful Bird by Bird. Or visiting Maria Papova’s extraordinary Brain Pickings blog. This morning, it was reading the fascinating The Art of Authorship: Literary Reminiscences, Methods of Work, and Advice to Young Beginners, Personally Contributed by Leading Authors of the Day (1890). That link brings you to the long-out-of-print book in full, in digitized form, thanks to the Google Book Project.

Here’s an excerpt, by British novelist Marie Corelli, in a letter on the craft of writing, circa 1888:

I do not think it possible to ‘train’ anyone to be an author … [writing] is the outcome of the mind’s expression; and the questions I would ask of any would-be writer, are not ‘Have you studied the art?’ or, ‘Have you trained yourself?’ — no! — but ‘Have you a thought, and is it worth the telling?’ If so, declare it, simply and with fervour, regardless of what it may bring; write it as you would speak it, and if it has true value it will reach its mark.

If you’re like me, and have the inclination to think about writing more than actually do it (which is certainly no more Walter Mitty-ish than my friends who enjoy reading brochures on yachts with no intentions of buying one, or thumbing through seed catalogs instead of actually planting a garden), you could do worse than spend some time with The Art of Authorship.

 

Friday’s Holiday Head Start event was another huge success!

Now that the dust has settled on the event (or perhaps that’s glitter?) I am thrilled to tell our wonderful donors what they helped support.

Actually, I’m going to let Sherry, our co-leader along with her daughter Shannon, tell the story (I could not be there). I edited her email to spare you the inside football thoughts on the already-underway planning and work for next year’s event:

The evening was fantastic. The cafeteria was packed!

… Not only did [a volunteer new to our Photo Station producing family portraits on the spot] print them, he did all kinds of enhancements to them.

We had 19 stations for the kids. … Haven’t officially tallied numbers yet, but we are pretty sure that there were over 300 for dinner. And of the 137 Head Start students, at least 70 of them and their families came. Which is a great turn out.

You supported all of this, and allowed our roughly 60 event volunteers to make a lasting difference for under-served 3- and 4-year-olds and their families.

By the way, the tally on our Fundraising Site understates the level of donations. Although it reports roughly $1,500 raised, that does not take into account dollar-for-dollar matching gifts to the online tally, plus one generous $500 check that Sherry gratefully accepted offline from an anonymous donor.

That brings our fundraising tally to roughly $3,500, just short of our ambitious $4,000 goal!

If you donated, thank you so much. If you’re considering supporting our December 26 bargain shopping for children’s gifts and toys, you can still use the link in the right column.

Won’t you consider a gift for this Giving Tuesday?

Today’s headlines included news that Wisconsin’s food stamps rules would become tighter, just in time for the holidays. But I was more heartened by this news a groundswell of support for Give Tuesday:

Let’s take note: today is #GivingTuesday, the fourth anniversary of a day that offers a glimpse of the world beyond the pathological extremes: a view of the commonplace generosity and social concerns of millions of people.

If you’ve been waiting until after Thanksgiving to give to the Holiday Head Start event, please wait no longer. Use the link at the top of the right column to donate today. It will just take a minute, and the warm feelings of knowing you’re giving to a wonderful cause will last all month!

Warmth for children on a cold Midwestern night

You may have just seen these photos posted on the Holiday Head Start site. As I write this, it is an extremely chilly November night with winds (if you’ll pardon the melodrama) literally howling outside the window. But sharing these with you makes me feel a little warmer, and a great deal better …

Warm Fleece Blanket Scarves, gloves and hats!

These photos show just some of the hand-made fleece blankets, scarves and hats that Holiday Head Start volunteers produced for last year’s event. One shows, sandwiched between the hats and scarves, the woven gloves we purchased to go with those hats and scarves.

Last year we made sure that each of the 140+ children in the Beloit Head Start program took home these items, plus much more. You can read more about what they and their families received here, and here.

Now we’re in the middle of raising the money for this year’s event. We expect to serve more under-served children and their families than ever before. Won’t you help?

Please consider supporting this important cause today!

Possibly my favorite poem ever

The last three lines of this are a bit of a mantra for me, something I try hard to ask myself when I get too hung up on details and nonsense.

The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Many years later, a laser that does something

When I was in the sixth grade, I got my hands on small fragments of a one-way mirror, and, following descriptions I read about in the encyclopedia set we had in our basement, I took other components (a glass rod, a wooden box and a light source), and built a working laser.

No, it didn’t do anything, except win me second place in my school’s science fair. But I thought it was cool anyway.

Too Cool

If I was that kid today, I would hope this is what I’d bring to the science fair. (Hey, they’d have to give me a first place ribbon, right?)

Pied Beauty by Gerald Manley Hopkins

GerardManleyHopkinsI recently found this poem, by Victorian poet Gerald Manly Hopkins. The bucolic imagery somehow seems appropriate for early Spring. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do:

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

My most gutsy prediction yet: FMT will become commonplace

Unappealing qualities: We all have them. I have more than my share. Among mine is a face that, let’s be real, only a mother could love. (Its stock consequently plummeted four years ago with the the passing of its biggest fan.) Another is my embrace of the discipline of economics. Scottish historian and essayist Thomas Carlyle had a point when he called the discipline the dismal science. But maybe my least appealing quality, in terms of lowering the odds of me ever being the center of a spirited, rollicking, truly legendary party, is my tendency to predict the future. Two example predictions from four years ago are these:

  1. Most Millennials will live to see a day when the world is dining on meat grown in a lab,
  2. 3-D printers will, a’la the Internet, revolutionize our lives while disrupting whole economic sectors

As unappealing as this amateur futurism is, I’m afraid it’s like my face. It’s not going to change. I might as well wave it like a flag. So here is my next, and possibly most, unappealing prediction:

In Five Years FMT Will Be Commonplace

The unappealing part of this prediction is the “F.” It stands for “fecal.” Here’s an explanation from a recent New Yorker article on the medical treatment:

No one knows how many people have undergone fecal transplants—the official term is fecal microbiota transplantation, or FMT — but the number is thought to be at least ten thousand and climbing rapidly. New research suggests that the microbes in our guts — and, consequently, in our stool — may play a role in conditions ranging from autoimmune disorders to allergies and obesity, and reports of recoveries by patients who, with or without the help of doctors, have received these bacteria-rich infusions have spurred demand for the procedure. A year and a half ago, a few dozen physicians in the United States offered FMT. Today, hundreds do.

I had first heard of this work a few years back, in an episode of RadioLab. Lately the stories have piled up — either specifically citing FMT or at least implying its possible efficacy:

If you’re like me, you feel there is a lot that’s unappetizing about FMT. It has a huge yuck factor. What I find even more off-putting, though, is that many of the stories I’ve found (I’ve only included the best) suggest the start of a meme that may quickly rise to Full Hype Status, raising expectations beyond anything that reality can meet. For completely different reasons, FMT’s yuck factor could be its undoing.

On the other hand, my lack of enthusiasm for dwelling in poo, so to speak, is overridden by a sense of hope. I’m encouraged that we may have arrived at a new paradigm for curing chronic disorders.

Medical science is horribly hidebound, and is forever slow to embrace new ideas. It took Dr. Barry Marshall two decades to fully convince the medical establishment that ulcers are caused, not by stress, but by an easily treated bacterial infection. This, even after he infected himself with the bug and triggering a bleeding ulcer.

What’s I’m seeing is encouraging because the discussions are so public, and this attention seems to be accelerating a break with status quo beliefs about the role of bacteria in human health. There is increasing, and increasingly positive, attention being paid to the critters within us. Or should I say, the critters who are primarily us. As a recent New York Times article put it, “We are only 10 percent human: for every human cell that is intrinsic to our body, there are about 10 resident microbes … To the extent that we are bearers of genetic information, more than 99 percent of it is [non-human genetic information].”

As odd as it sounds, it’s stories like this that make me wish I were a younger man, and more likely to witness what our world seems destined to become. Unless of course I’m wrong. Because like all futurists, amateur or professional, I’m really going to hate it if I’m wrong.