This past weekend I got an interesting demonstration of what is going on in Albany, although I wasn’t looking for a demonstration. (I was looking to relax!) It all happened at a state park campground. Continue reading
A lengthy feature in yesterday’s Post-Standard about the Redhouse, the theater/arts depot on West Street, is worth reading.
I was only in the Redhouse once, and very briefly (not during a show) and it felt like a very nice venue. But although the story hints that the offerings at the Redhouse possibly went right over most Syracusans’ heads, I’m still not sure (from the story) who they thought their audience was. This is an important story and I hope many donors and other folks in Syracuse are reading it, because there are many much-ballyhooed local projects in the works along these same lines that could easily come to the same dispiriting end. You can’t just throw “the arts” in a big lump at a people in economic trouble and hope something sticks. Art is good medicine, but “the arts” are not. If you want art to become part of the life of the community (and hence, put butts in seats), and not be wholly subsidized by donors, you really have to present art that speaks to and for specific people in their specific time and place – “here and now.” Maybe in larger cities without economic problems, that isn’t so necessary to bring audiences in.
I never thought I’d say this but not only have the newspapers (chiefly, the TU) dropped the ball on the Spitzer/Bruno story, but a lot of the newspapers’ political blogs have as well. It’s impossible to find any news about the opinions of real people in these places — just a lot of “inside baseball” and Albany name-dropping. Nevertheless, from a look at humble chat-pits like Syracuse.com’s regional politics forum, my initial impression is that ordinary citizens feel (1) dismay at the entire distraction of the scandal, (2) a combination of disappointment/anger/bitterness/outrage at Spitzer particularly, but… (3) still a wish/hope that Spitzer could still kick some Albany ass.
In other words, Spitzer may (or may not) be cowed, but I’m not too sure that the citizenry is. They voted the man in for a very clear reason last year. And whether or not it is has misfired, the fact is, the citizens of New York still sent Albany a loaded gun.
In trauma medicine there is an expression they have: “The Golden Hour.” It’s that period of time in which a critical trauma patient has to show certain benchmarks of stability (blood pressure, respiration, brain activity, etc) before they are certain of a chance of reasonable recovery. If the patient doesn’t make it through the Golden Hour with these benchmarks established (through resuscitation or treatment), as a rule of thumb, the patient is far less likely to survive, or to come through their injuries without permanent damage.
Whether you think that Eliot Spitzer got hit by a Mack truck driven by Joe Bruno or even Andrew Cuomo (does anyone think that?) or whether you think he cavalierly crossed the Northway thinking he was impervious to cars, certain high expectations for his governorship are now stretched out on the table in Trauma One. On Monday, by offering a swift and public apology, Camp Spitzer made a game attempt to stop the hemorrhaging. However, it’s obvious there are “multiple lacerations” and the revelations that at least two of the staffers he declined to fire, Richard Baum and Darren Dopp, didn’t exactly cooperate with the investigation, is making the EKG make that nasty beeeeeeeep sound again. How much time do the doctors have left to mull over whether to amputate these guys? Not much.