October 27th, 2009

NCC-1701 Nebula 2

Cort, Fatboy, Rick, and a "new direction"

Deposed DJs Cort Webber, Bobby "Fatboy" Roberts, and Rick Emerson, plus The Oregonian's media observer Peter Ames Carlin, spoke on KGW's Live at the Square last night about the firing of the DJs and the future of radio:

http://www.kgw.com/video/index.html?nvid=409886&shu=1

It has the quickest, simplest description I've heard yet about what the revamped KUFO is going to be: "More guy, less geek." Which puts me in mind of a radio station here in Portland earlier this decade with the slogan "Guy Talk!" The one good thing about that station (for me, at least) was that it played The Don & Mike Show in Portland, but overall the station felt seedy. Unfair comparison: that was a poorly-funded AM station, and KUFO is well-funded and on FM. But I like my media geeks. Honestly, I identify more as a geek than as a guy. (And now I'm flashing on a brutal and hilarious parody Cort and Fatboy once did of just the sort of radio the new KUFO's likely to have.)

Still, life goes on. Even if that includes no longer listening to KUFO, which I really just listened to for the DJs who are no longer there.

Also, Mike Russell wrote an appreciation of the DJs and the outpouring of support for them since Friday.

Added: Peter Ames Carlin's Oregonian column about the shake-up.
Whale fluke

Den-Idol Week 1: Empty Gestures

[I am unofficially trying my hand at therealljidol. I am NOT signed up as a possible-to-be-voted-out contestant, but I want to practice with at least some of the LJ Idol topics.]

Bad habit of my life: Too often swooping in at what turns out to be the end of something and asking if I can help. It was like a radar was engaged: About to end...closer to ending...they're done... "Hey, need a hand?"

Insidious, it is: it gives the illusion of helping, the reinforcing satisfaction of imagining you helped/had helped/could have helped, and the underlying uselessness because you didn't do anything. Imagined heavy lifting doesn't equal heavy lifting. And usually helping others ain't heavy lifting. (Being at the bar Friday night with Cort and Fatboy and fellow fans: an easy thing to do on top of being a good, needed thing to do. It helped. And the heaviest thing I lifted was 10 ounces of beer.)

It took a while for the realization that I was mining towards uselessness to bubble upward in my brain so that I could realize it was a bad habit. And that I was doing it.

And as this journal is an ongoing effort to keep me honest -- well, honest-er -- I need to cop to my bad habits. But at least it reinforces my efforts not to do said habits.

Somehow it's slightly appropriate, though, that I'm getting to this topic late. Had I been actually participating in therealljidol, that might've knocked me out of the game. And let me get back to not doing anything.

(Thanks for the reminder, darkprism!)
Blow My Mind

Must. Resist. Recycling!

Because I needed it to prove I'm me and get a new driver's license, I am currently in possession of my original birth certificate. Mom brought it Saturday when she visited; I used it at the DMV today; and now...

...now I'm terrified that I'll leave it upside-down or folded the right way so that it looks like random paper that needs to be recycled. I also was terrified of this since Saturday when I first got possession of it. That would be Typical Me, throwing out the one thing I need...

In other news, I'm in possession of a new driver's license photo; the DMV issued me a paper version of my coming-soon driver's license, after punching a hole through the one I've had since October 2001 to show that that one's about to expire and be replaced. I decided to keep my Van Dyke beard for this photo. My 2001 photo? No facial hair. My first Oregon driver's license in 1994? I think I had some facial hair (I *was* in college at the time and enjoying having successful facial hair. Ah, the time in my life I was most gloriously close to being a goddamn filthy hippie...until Alicia and I hooked up and Alicia made it clear she preferred me clean-shaven). I decided that nowadays, I have the Van Dyke more often than not, so it seemed right to keep it. I also made sure my expression in the license photo was more neutral than the photo of me from 2001. I look at that one, I think They're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away... Um, yeah, I look a little...manic.