I have attended school board meetings for two years after a friend who is a school media specialist suffered Professional Affairs framing because Ms. Elia’s buddy at the county Bean asked her to nail this unfortunate for his speaking out against the gay-bashing ordinance of Rhonda Storms that stifled gays’ county library privileges.
Bart Birdsall, my friend, had written emails from his home computer to the head of the county library, Joe Stines, complaining about Stines’s enforcing the ban on gays in the library. Both Bart and Stines are gay. This cowardly twit Stines complained to his boss instead of responding to a citizen. Elia and Bean colluded to quell free speech by punishing a school employee who practiced it on his home computer.
Ms. Elia uses the Professional Standards office, headed by former home-ec scholar Linda Kipley, to cow such employees as Bart or any who speak up. Ms. Elia does not allow opposition to her thuggish methods as superintendent. She sends anyone’s name who speaks out to the Professional Standards cell block with the object of framing that person so that she can justify firing malcontents. Hers is the kind of personality that delights in firing some subordinate in an economic downturn.
Ms. Kurdell has been a board member for sixteen years and has not opposed anything the administration puts before her to rubberstamp. She is usually entirely silent in board meetings. But she broke her silence recently to jump on April Griffin, the most recent addition to the board, for Griffin’s asking that an item come off the consent agenda for review.
The consent agenda rolls by the board on its conveyer belt unquestioned by any of the board. To ask for review of an item equated in the Kurdell board potted-plant doxology as spitting in the face of the Yahweh superintendent.
As is the case with the teachers, the board knows nothing of Ms. Elia’s surprise moves such as her recent purchase of the $30-million-dollar Spring program without asking for the teachers’ input into the buy since they have to implement it. The board never opposes Ms. Elia but ratifies whatever she puts before them with a bovine docility. They should wear signs saying Bossy, the cow, or “Feel free to kick me, Ms. Elia.”
Kurdell’s jumping on Griffin concerns board policy of approval of no-bid contracts that frees the superintendent to award no-bid contracts to buddies such as the former just-retired school administrator of the contract Griffin asked to examine in the public hearing. Ms. Elia doesn’t give anybody else the chance to bid.
The board attorney, Tom Gonzalez, waxes rhapsodical in favor of this situation because his firm has held the board-attorney sinecure for 37 years after a good-ol’-boy-mutual-slap-on-the-back no-bid contract.
Kurdell barked at Griffin that she was “disloyal” to the staff by asking to review the conditions of the former-administrator no-bid contract parked on the consent agenda. Candy Olson, who vies with Jennifer Falliera for the board’s most inane member, chimed in to applaud Kurdell’s chiding Griffin with the moldy epithet, “You go, girl,” looking around with an expression of self-satisfaction that signaled she thought she had produced the bon mot of the century, at which the Hamlet graveyard clowns would eat their hearts out with envy for her competing repartee fluency were she to know that there were such things as Hamlet graveyard clowns in literacy history.
Susan Valdes was the only board member who defended Griffin’s wish to explore no-bid contracts. The vote was two to four to continue this sluice gate of contract money to buddies and former administrators. Only Griffin and Valdes demurred. The attack from Kurdell did the intended job, however. Griffin has not since uttered a word about reviewing something on the consent agenda.
The worst thing about Kurdell’s sixteen years on the board is her collusion in the torture of Erwin, the whistleblower guy. In that permanent blot on the board’s failure to protect innocent employees, one sees the obscene collusion of the board with the administration to ignore Erwin’s complaints about outright stealing from the schools, bid rigging, and the funding of ill-built schools that leaked and had water incursions from the time the last nail was hammered. The board signed the checks for these. That fact suggests to the inquiring mind that someone on the board was getting bribe money. Dr. Earl the Pearl Lennard retired and enjoys the éclat of being one of the Bay Area’s ornaments of civic life in spite of his being the chief torturer of Erwin.
The St. Petersburg Times’s cavalier endorsement of Kurdell without knowing her history or that of the Hillsborough County schools and apparently not caring about either speaks ill for the concern and competence of the Times in terms of its care for the importance of its recommendation of board members at election time. This endorsement is a blow to the storied rectitude of the Fourth Estate.
The Times Pooh-Bahs in their editorial aeries who made this recommendation don’t appear to know much about the schools, and one doubts that these Olympian ignoramuses have the sense or the humility to talk to the reporter who covers the Hillsborough County school board.
I have always suspected that the flaccid, pusillanimous editors in charge of the reporters who cover the school board rein in any accurate reporting of the situation or any forceful diction in nailing the Didoes of school board. This cowardice and limp prose explain why the print press is going down the tube: its rhetorical gruel in accounts of civic life that wraps the incompetents in office in the cotton wadding of press circumlocution bores readers to death and does the community that expects press vigilance—especially with the schools—no good.
I understand that you graduated summa cum laude, Phi Beta Kappa from the University of Indiana or some such bucolic outback of hayseed scholarship. I graduated summa cum laude , Phi Beta Kappa from a New York university at which most of the students were Jews, who esteem scholarship highly , who thus would cut your heart out for a grade, and all of whom earn or murder for Honor Point Ratios that insure admission to the flossiest universities’ graduate schools. I missed assassination by being the Jewish students’ favorite shicksa because I was able to survive class rigors despite having four children under five to care for clinging to my skirts at the same time I earned my baccalaureate.
I won’t turn you in to Indiana U’s Phi Beta Kappa rubes this time for your snooty habit of not attending Bay Area PBK powwows, but that leniency does not mean that I will not at some future dereliction on your part to the community you are supposed to serve responsibly write a condemnation to your alma mater‘s PBK in the grain basket of the country to strike you off its list of scholarly luminaries amongst the fields of waving grain.
Don’t publish recommendations for the school board unless you and the members of your candidate-review Star Chamber bestir yourselves to acquaint yourselves with the facts about the candidates about whom you fling recommendations around so blithely.
Mr. Graham, Pulitzer Prize Committee Chair:
Had I known in 2006 that Paul Tash got the nod to join the Pulitzer Committee, I would have protested the appointment on two grounds: sexism and grammar.
Sexism: The committee’s female membership is 5 out of 17: 30 percent. Women are more than fifty percent of the population. They should have nine members on the committee and the guys eight. Fair is fair.
Mr. Tash’s addition increased the disparity and not only that: his newspaper masthead is a male locker room. I ran a study a few years ago, and most of the front-page bylines were male. And this misogyny comes from a man with two daughters.
Besides, Mr. Tash’s essay below shows he has not mastered the basic tool of his trade: writing. He messes up commas, stumbles into subject-verb-agreement felonies, and writes in a rhetorical style that sounds as if he just stepped off the bus from his natal state of Indiana. I don’t know if Le Paul aims to mimic faux Noble Savage or whether he thinks his is a beguiling untutored style.
Mr. Tash graduated summa cum laude from Indiana University. I think that fact does Indiana University no credit. I understand that all you have to do to graduate summa cum laude from the University of Indiana is to pick the hayseed out of your teeth by your junior year.
Indiana University has a Phi Beta Kappa chapter despite its being the site of that movie about the Cutters and the university soi-disant football aristocratic knights of the Indiana Round Table—God knows how it got a chapter with the PBK snoots that infest the national office.
I don’t see Mr. Tash at any PBK hoedowns in the Tampa Bay area with the forlorn souls that stand as the local intellectuals that leaveneth the whole lump in these know-nothing badlands, the denizens of which inhabit Mr. Tash’s readership lists.
I haven’t heard that Le Tash has put in a good word for USF to get a PBK chapter even though one is sure that it deserves one as much as Indiana University does--probably more.
I infer that the PBK leaders went to Indiana in an antic mood and awarded the University of Indiana a chapter as a lark because they were liquored up on a Lost Weekend. PBK refuses pleas from USF for a chapter, the snotty utter toads.
So the area’s university stands bereft of a Phi Beta Kappa chapter because carpetbagger Tash refuses to throw his weight around and lobby for one. What good is it to be the Times publisher and now member of the flossy Pulitzer sexist board if you can’t help the home team get a PBK chapter for Pete’s sake?
Don’t let the LA Times’s Scott Timberg’s pretensions (below) of drama expertise rattle you. Never kowtow to an intellectual-manqué who doesn’t know his ass from his elbow in grammar and punctuation when he lectures you on drama aesthetics. Le Scott is the old miles gloriosus of Greek dramaturgy, the blowhard stock character.
I infer this sexist statistic is a dimension of male Pulitzer male performance anxiety. I shall forward the dilemma to the CDC for official investigation of Pulitzer sexual malaise and also for a review of the Cialis-Viagra conglomerates, which have an interest in outcomes. These investigations are bound to reveal that if PBK headquarters committee men imbibe Cialis or Viagra p.o, IV, or subq, they will make decisions on the sex of members to induct with more tranquil psyches and thus right the sexual disparity before the ice in the North Pole melts from green gases.
Meanwhile, you must send Le Paul Tash to remedial grammar-punctuation training as a condition of his remaining on the committee, and you must not trust Mr. William Safire to instruct him on commas. I did my best to teach Mr. Safire comma lore when he was the token-conservative columnist at the NYT, where he reigned as in-house intellectual and saboteur of commas. He suffers invincible ignorance in the area, and y’all should kick him off the committee to make room for another woman.
Mr. Tash's wife is an English teacher whom he could have consulted to correct his literacy problems. But men of Tash's ilk think we wimmenfolk are for childbearing, slopping the hogs, and holding up a mirror to them to reflect them twice their size.
I ask that you give a copy of this missive to all members of the Pulitzer committee to fast and pray over.
I expect the five women on the committee to be Aunt Toms as were the legions who joined the male misogynists in calling the suffragists “hyenas in petticoats, ” John Knox's putdown, during the struggle for suffrage. By some miracle, be there one who protests the lopsided sexist count on the Pulitzer committee, she is my girlfriend. If not, she is Phyllis Schafley’s girlfriend and must use Phyllis’s cement-based hairspray for life.
(Ms.) Lee Drury De Cesare (middle Valkyrie in pink at the Women’s March for Choice in Washington, DC, at which she had the thrill of being called a Jezebel by a curbside born-again bigot even though she is a granny of ten.)
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
LA Times' Scott Timberg has more dope on the backstage drama of Drama at the Pulitzers, 2007:
The 17-member Pulitzer board couldn't reach a required majority vote on the nominees and faced a second consecutive year without awarding a prize in drama, Pulitzer administrator Sig Gissler said Monday. "Rabbit Hole” had been "mentioned favorably" in the jury's report, Gissler said, and the board, by a required three-quarters majority, Redundant commas: the adverbial prepositional phrase is restrictive. sidestepped the nominees and gave it the prize.
So, to recap, here's what happened. The "jurors" There is no reason to put quotation marks around this word. selected to nominate plays (Ben Brantley, Paula Vogel, two regional theatre critics, and a Haverford English professor) submitted three titles they deemed the best of the year. Surprisingly, and to their credit, the redundant adverb and cliché phrase are wordy: dump both. all three were relatively Wordy redundant adverb. little known, aesthetically and/or politically Jettison clunky redundant adverbs. challenging pieces nowhere near Broadway. They were:
"Orpheus X" by Rinde Eckert
"Bulrusher" by Eisa Davis
"Elliot, a Soldier's Fugue" by Quiara Alegría Hudes
Now some are already chiming in with ho-hum reactions to having seen these. I didn't see them. But I'm still impressed that the jury (a jury that included the New York Times lead drama critic!) went ahead and The exclamation point is excessive; “went ahead and” sounds like a hillbilly verb. Dump. submitted such refreshing and unorthodox Forego one of these adjectives. titles without even making a gesture not only to Broadway, but the comma splits compound adverbial prepositional phrases. even to sanctioned nonprofit "safe houses" for new plays like Manhattan Theatre Club, South Coast Rep, etc.
So then those three titles had to be voted on Passive verbs vitiate: edit to “So the gang of seventeen had to vote on…” by the gang of seventeen. TimThere is no known mechanics rule that justifies this use of italics. Who are these Pulitzer Board members, you may ask?
In alphabetical order:
Lee C. Bollinger, President, Columbia University
Danielle Allen, Professor, Departments of Classics and Political Science and the Committee on Social Thought, University of Chicago
Jim Amoss, Editor, Times-Picayune, New Orleans, La.
Amanda Bennett, Executive Editor/Enterprise, Bloomberg News
Joann Byrd, Former Editor of the Editorial Page, Seattle Post-Intelligencer
Kathleen Carroll, Executive Editor and Senior Vice President, Associated Press
Thomas L. Friedman., Columnist, The New York Times
Donald E. Graham, Chairman, (Chair, goddamit!) The Washington Post
Anders Gyllenhaal, Executive Editor, The Miami Herald
Jay T. Harris, Wallis Annenberg Chair, Director, Center for the Study of Journalism and Democracy, Annenberg School of Communication, University of Southern California
David M. Kennedy, Donald J. McLachlan Professor of History, Stanford University
Nicholas Lemann, Dean, Graduate School of Journalism, Columbia University
Ann Marie Lipinski, Senior Vice President and Editor, Chicago Tribune
Gregory L. Moore, Editor, The Denver Post
Richard Oppel, Editor, Austin American-Statesman
Mike Pride, Editor, Concord (N.H.) Monitor
Paul Tash, Editor, CEO, and Chairman, St. Petersburg Times
I'll tell you something I notice about this list. None of them, not one, could remotely be considered an artist or even an arts specialist. Given the Pulitzers are a Journalism/Media entity--famous for giving certain highly prestigious awards to the arts, the fact not one critic is on the ultimately decisive board is pretty shocking. And insulting to the arts. This insult to the Pulitzer committee is a fragment and comes from an LATimes reporter who probably had two years of sociology and then started his Grub Street career.
Can you really Jettison superfluous adverb "Really" makes writer sound like a California Valley girl. imagine any of these people--let's just say even the New York-based ones--seeing any of the plays nominated? Or is the theatre Hold on: you cannot slip the British spelling in to suggest that your are super refined. going experience of journalist cognoscenti Try "adepts." It's only two syllables, Lord Tim. like Nicholas Lemann and Tom Friedman limited to a token Manhattan Theatre Club subscription?
Ok, I don't know if either of them subscribes to MTC. But it shouldn't surprise us that not even 9 out of this group (that "majority") could get behind any of the three choices of the eminent juror panel. And that a "three-quarters majority" (so, 12?) had no problem completely Redundant adverb overruling them in favor of probably "Perhaps" is two syllables. the only play they had seen all year that fit the qualifications (i.e. it wasn't British, it wasn't Shakespeare, and it wasn't a revival).
Here's another theory: are the scripts of the plays provided for the jurors, and the board, These commas are dead wrong: they cut out the compound object of the preposition "for." to read? Since very Pleistocene redundant adverb few people saw the nominated plays, one would hope "One would hope': now there's a forlorn cliché used by pantywaists that can't discover a muscular substitute. Everyone at least read them. However--while I didn't see them, I know enough about the work of Rind Eckert and Elisa Davis (basically performance artists Is this the same as actors?) and know from the reviews of "Elliot"--that these are profoundly One day you will choke on these redundant adverbs. visual and performative works. This guy knows no more about what’s-his-name's pretentious theory of the performative "Performaative" is far gone in preciosity. arts than he knows about Elliot's objective correlative. Nobody would read his book: it was too show-off arcane. In nominating these titles, the jurors were also taking the bold step of saying the most exciting new plays out there are not necessarily primarily O.K. You can have one of these adverbs. You can't have two. literary.
(I can't help wondering if the same problem is what hurt the two-woman AIDS documentary piece In The Continuum--the play rumored to be the juror's favorite last year.)
I can only Knock it off. imagine these three scripts might have been baffling reads for the board. (Imagine reading an avant-garde theatre text for the first time, Superfluous comma cuts off a restrictive prepositional phrase. without the visual aid/supplement of performance.) At least, a lot more grueling a read than... Rabbit Hole? This is a fragment. Only Proust and Faulkner get the privilege of fragments, not LATimes reporters with delusions of grandeur.
Yes, Rabbit Hole is easy to like, if The superfluous comma cuts off a restrictive trailing adverbial clause. what you ask from theatre is just good story, poignant emotion, and a glamorous lead performance. And, yes, it also hails from both Manhattan Theatre Club and South Coast Rep. (Ok, I dropped those names earlier as a setup. You also pretend to be British and a deep student of modern drama.) So no matter the merits of the play, what a safe, safe Romper Room device of repeating a word for emphasis pick.
Which is probably exactly Superfluous adverb what the board considers its charge to do.
All Pulitzer info from the official site. (No direct links to specific pages possible. So, happy hunting!)
Posted by The Playgoer
Paul Tash speaks:
Thanks very much for the chance to be with you today at the Inland Press Association, and for Redundant comma dividing compound adverbial prepositional phrases the chance to come home for a short while to the Midwest. I grew up down the road a ways in a place called South Bend, Indiana, and went to journalism school at Indiana University. Indiana produces lots of journalists, many of whom migrate to other places -- like Florida. I tell folks that Hoosiers make good journalists, Comma cuts off a trailing restrictive adverbial clause.partly because after Indiana, everything else is interesting. (But only folks from Indiana can say that.)
thinking was the chance to help establish the St. Petersburg Times as the premier newspaper for the entire Redundant adjective Tampa bay area. Only one-third of the circulation of the St. Pete Times is in St. Petersburg itself.