My nine-year-old son and I just finished reading Jack London’s White Fang together, so I’m particularly vulnerable to stories about wolves, and this ad is especially grisly If you want to help Defenders of Wildlife air it in markets where it might help, there’s a donation link included.
By the way, Robert Haaland has put together a nice set of links on Palin’s record here.
The Clinton dynasty: George Clinton plays the Warfield on New Year’s Eve.
Welcome the new in – and usher the old out. George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic will ring in 2009 on New Year’s Eve at the Warfield, and Les Claypool will tackle Zappa at the War Memorial Opera House, courtesy of Goldenvoice/AEG Live – this I learned while taking a quick tour of the revamped Warfield late last week with Dave Lefkowitz, VP of booking, and Joan Rosenberg, director of marketing.
Crews were still scrambling to complete renovations in time for this past weekend’s performances with George Lopez. But the top-o’-the-line, new sound system from Meyer Sound was in place, as was a lighting trellis that will allow touring bands to get creative and bring in their own setups. Nifty new switcheroos include the departure of the mixing board from the balcony, down to the first floor, and the addition of a bank of 30 new primo-viewing seats upstairs, and the savvy move of shifting two bars on the first floor in the main room – one away from an emergency exit. The inclusion of six speakers mid-house, downstairs, should definitely improve the sound for the attendees in the back and in the VIP boxes.
Photos of past shows from Wolfgang’s Vault and other sources lined the walls along with official and underground posters of past Warfield shows: Rosenberg said the walls will showcase a rotating display of the venue’s history. New carpets lined the floors throughout the space, and upstairs, the renovation crew uncovered two old telephone booths from the early part of the 20th century.
By Bruce B. Brugmann
I read the fleeting news break headline on the television monitor at the gym this morning. Paul Krugman, an op ed columnist for the New York Times, on Monday had been awarded the Nobel Memorial Prize in Economic Sciences.
The Times story said the prize committee lauded Krugman for “having shown the effects of economies of scale on trade patterns and on the location of economic activity.” And it went on to explain that Krugman had “developed models that explain observed patterns of trade between countries, as well as what goods are produced and why.”
That is all quite appropriate. But I think Krugman deserved this kind of recognition for the superb op ed column he has been doing in the Times since l999. On
Click here to read Paul Krugman’s column from today’s New York Times.
Click here to read the New York Times story on Krugman’s Nobel prize win.
by Amanda Witherell
PG&E is so desperate to stave off any threat of public power they’ll proffer a 100 percent renewable energy pilot program to Marin county. And all we get is a bunch of Asian kids paid off by PG&E to spread No on H propaganda. Where’s the love?
Marin Clean Energy, a plan for the county to go 100 percent renewable through Community Choice Aggregation, has slowly been making the rounds of the ten cities who would be part of the power-buying co-op. Marin County supervisors have already approved the plan and so has Fairfax, but the other cities like Ross, Mill Valley, etc. have to buy in to make it feasible.
The plan would allow the county to purchase and provide 100 percent renewable energy for customers, delivered through PG&E’s lines. PG&E hates it because: 1. it makes them look not so green, and 2. it’s the first step toward a publicly owned utility that puts PG&E out of business.
So, according to an article in the Marin Independent Journal, failed assembly candidate Joe Nation and current assemblymember Jared Huffman’s ex-aide are now working for PG&E, talking up a 100 percent renewable pilot program. They’ve already got Sup. Charles McGlashan, who has been a leader on Marin Clean Energy, saying it might be a win-win. Sure, it may lead to an overall increase of renewable energy overall, but does anyone else find this incredibly cynical? Isn’t it interesting that PG&E can’t pony up any more renewables until a significant number of customers threaten to leave?
By Steven T. Jones
San Francisco’s usable open space will increase significantly for a few hours this Sunday as dangerous, polluting automobiles give way to bicyclists, pedestrians, dancers, roller skaters, frolicking children, and all manner of people-powered people. Sunday Streets, a rare collaboration between Mayor Gavin Newsom and the city’s carfree advocates, will close down the Embarcadero between Bayview and Chinatown from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. (an ending time that’s way to early for late-rising San Franciscans, IMHO).
Newsom, who has lately been focused more on his political ambitions than improving San Francisco, deserves credit for pushing this idea past the expected business community and pro-car critics. The first event on Aug. 31 was a success and an even bigger turnout is expected this Sunday. But the question for Newsom and every other political leader in the city is: what’s next? How can San Francisco build on this concept to encourage more carfree spaces in the city? It’s something to ponder during this heated political season.
Today’s Ammianoliner:
What’s the difference between a pit bull and a drag queen? Lip service.
(Sup. Tom Ammiano is obviously gettng ready for a move into Sacramento as a San Francisco assemblyman.
Heard on his home telephone answering machine on Thursday, Sept. l1, 2008.) B3
By Jesse Hawthorne Ficks
Having had one helluva good time at this year’s festival (25 films in 6 days!), here’s an overview that you can use as a nice checklist for the upcoming months.
* Wong Kar-Wai’s Ashes of Time Redux amped up his 1994 classic, adding colors galore and some new cello solos by Yo-Yo Ma. Luckily Wong kept intact the complex, existential storylines, which blur characters into memories of the past, present, and future while giving his actors tear-induced melodrama that still radiates 15 years later. The original Ashes of Time needed to be viewed multiple times to recognize it as one of the best films of the 1990s.
ARKONA
Ot Serdca K Nebu
(Napalm)
By Kat Renz
The tumultuous first 60 seconds of “Pokrovy Nebesnogo Startsa,” the second track off Arkona’s fourth studio full-length, Ot Serdca K Nebu, make me proud to be Russian. Is it the war-like chants, the growling Masha “Scream” or the traditional Slavic “Volynka” bagpipes? Maybe it’s the violently pitch-shifted guitars and rapid-fire drums, followed by the sweet cacophony of Eastern European folk instruments lilting through the fusillade?
Then I remember I’m totally not Russian and feel a tad weirdly nationalistic. But for ethnomusicologists with an open mind toward the heavy or headbangers into Viking metal like Tyr, Arkona’s epic tribute to Russian ecology and pre-Christian battle gods tempers the uber-patriotic ideology of the Slavic world’s most well-known “Rodnovery” (“native faith”) metal band.
Sifferman confirms that San Francisco will contact ICE about undocumented juveniles.
On the eve of the seventh anniversary of 9/11, San Francisco’s Chief Probation Officer William P. Siffermann announced that it is now the policy of the City’s Juvenile Probation Department, “to inform the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) in every case where a person is in custody after being booked for the alleged commission of a felony and is suspected of violating the civil provisions of the immigration laws.”
Sifferman’s report on the City’s juvenile probation policy marks a pronounced rightward shift away from San Francisco’s original Sanctuary City policy. And while his report is dated August 26, immigration rights advocates confirm that the City has been cooperating with ICE since July, when Mayor Gavin Newsom announced that he was exploring a run for Governor.
But beyond appearing to make gubernatorial hopeful Newsom look tough on crime, this policy shift means that authority has been taken away from San Francisco’s Juvenile Court system, without so much as please or thank you.
And then there’s the unfortunate reality that this policy will likely make undocumented persons who witness, or are victims of crime, go deeper into the shadows, giving gangs like MS-13 even greater impunity.
If you don’t believe me that this new policy raises some seriously red flags, consider the following extract from Siffermann’s report:
“In determining whether there is reasonable suspicion [my italics] that a person is present in violation of the fedeal immigration laws, the On-Duty officer shall take into consideration a combination of objective factors including but not limited to…presence of undocumented persons in the same areas where arrested or involved in the same illegal activity, affiliation with a criminal street gang known to be comprised of undocumented persons, [my italics] and court or criminal history information showing a prior ICE hold or proceedings.”
Wow, that sounds pretty all-encompasssing.
Or how about this:
“Promptly after [my italics] notifying ICE, the assiged Probation Officer shall make reasonable attempts to inform the person’s parent, guardian or other responsible adult of the referral to ICE.”
So, even before guilt is established, and long before undocumented juveniles have a chance of having their alleged felony charges dropped or reduced, ICE will be alerted? Double Wow. Hardly the kind of situation that will make their undocumented mommas and papas want to visit them at Juvenile Hall any time soon.
Ron Stueckle of Sunset Youth Services perhaps summed it up best when he voiced his feeling that it was “morally wrong” for the San Francisco to be helping ICE in this way.
“I’m not talking about harboring felons and fugitives or letting terrorists hide in the caves of Twin Peaks,.“ Stueckle said. “I’m talking about youth who are trying desperately for survival.”
Ah, my anarchic, incorrect geighs — I haven’t checked in with them in a while, and I’m sure they’ve been up to alot! Besides Q-Tipping playa dust out of their cracks. So here’s a fun threesome of upcoming things from the homo-club-intelligentsia to enjoy. And by “enjoy” I mean “masturbate.” And by “masturbate” I mean “enjoy.” It’s an antimetabole!
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Bitch
“Bitch” has become such a fraught word in this election. So let’s add flaming to the fire and go to a club called Bitch on 9/11! Right on. (Hey we’ve already had 9/11 in July…) Mistress Monistat is throwing another of her fabulous straight-bar takeover shindigs at Vertigo this Thursday to wipe away your Al-Quesadilla Al-Qaeda blues. Mona’s been a little stingy on the DJ info, just like she is with the baggie, but I do know that the inimitable Anna Conda of Charlie Horse (pictured on the flyer below) will be there, doing something, with something. But cocktails! Disaster!
Bitch
Thu/11, 9pm-2am, free
Vertigo
1160 Polk (at Sutter), SF.
(415) 674-1278
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Chicken
Cluck, cluck, goosed — The ever-gooful Miss Juanita More is hosting another of her infamous Funky Chicken Brunches on Sun/14 afternoon at Mars Bar — and all the cool kids will have their napkins out for her delicious fried chicken and heavenly home-baked (just like her!) carrot cake. The chicken’s good — and so’s the chicken!
By Paula Connelly and Deborah Giattina
We arrived at the Clift hotel fashionably late in the hopes of fast forwarding to Gavin and Jennifer’s grand appearance. Last night was the Redwood Room’s 75th anniversary, and a staff member told us that picking the mayor and first lady to host the fete would guarantee its Social(ite) Event of the Year title.
Rolling with high society is not our usual modus operandi, but we snapped at the chance to indulge in the open bar and up-close look at 7×7 back pages fodder — only problem was, we didn’t know who’s who. The place was crawling with club promoters, local restaurateurs, random hobnobbers, and partying PR reps. But we lucked out and met a few cool people to crown royalty of our own.
The Redwood Room is exactly that, supposedly made entirely from a single Redwood tree.
These vintage ornate mirrored glass cocktail tables set the stage for elegant vanity.
Snared: Bad Plus smell like teen spirit in Argentina.
Yep, the fact that Sept. 11 landed on a Tuesday didn’t deter many a musical artist from dropping their latest – so don’t let it make you stay home. And now for a few more intriguing shows, all happening this week…
BAD PLUS
Sound familiar? Sound like “Teen Spirit” or “Tom Sawyer”? The trio feels the tuck o’ the past. Wed/10, 8 and 10 p.m., $10-$16. Yoshi’s SF, 1330 Fillmore, SF. (415) 655-5600.
GENERALISSIMO
The Oakland army leads a “Reeducation Demonstration” with what they describe as “high concept, high modernist broken rock,” and compare to both Queens of the Stone Age and North Korea’s Mass Games. Yet mommy just called it “acid rock.” With Mariana Trench and Pegataur. Wed/10, 9 p.m., $6. Hemlock Tavern, 1131 Polk St., SF. (415) 923-0923.
All hail, Hank IV. Vocalist Bob McDonald completed successful knee surgery earlier this year on a torn ACL from a Bottom of the Hill show: Bandmate Anthony Bedard tells me, “On surgeon’s orders, he’s had to alter his ‘Robbie the Robot meets Ian Curtis’ style of dancing” in favor of a more stand-and-deliver strategy.
The SF combo will also see their new Siltbreeze album, Refuge in Genre, recorded with Tim Green earlier this summer, come out in October — and then there’s Hank IV‘s latest mission: opening for Mission of Burma (playing Signals, Calls, and Marches and Vs. start to finish) throughout Cali, including Sept. 26 and 27 at the Independent.
HANK IV
With Mission of Burma
Sept. 26 (Signals, Calls, and Marches) and Sept. 27 (Vs.), 9 p.m. $20-$35
Independent
628 Divisadero, SF
(415) 771-1421
By Rob Avila
Here are a few plays especially worth checking out at the San Francisco Fringe Festival, but premiering too late for review: For more, see “Knuckballin’.”
Exit Sign: A Rock Opera
SF musician and songwriter Carrie Baum’s autobiographical flight, glimpsed over the weekend, has some sentimental aspects but is frequently inspired, tuneful, heartfelt, and good fun. Showcasing a solid band headed up by Baum and her Gibson SG, two charming backup singers, and good acting-singing performances in the lead roles of a cool couch-potato father (a winningly down-to-earth Steffanos X) and his queer daughter (a sure and impressive Jamie Ben-Azay) on a TV-mandated mission to find “It” before an untimely death makes for one of life’s inevitable detours.
The Evelyn Reese Show
If Amy Sedaris were from Toronto, the town might not be big enough for her and Susan Fischer, whose character, the irrepressible Evelyn Reese, is a pitch-perfect social monster of hilariously garish proportions. At the same time, the skillful Fischer keeps her character solidly grounded in the most realistic idiosyncrasies; it’s hyperbolic but never anything but believable. And that’s what’s so terrifying.
Today’s Ammianoliner:
Schwarzenegger joins tree sitters. Prison guards say “Timberrrrrrr!”
(Sup. Tom Ammiano speaking on his home telephone answering machine on Tuesday, Sept. 9, 2008). B3
It’s over! Well, for me, anyway — the festival rolls on through the weekend, but tomorrow I’ll be jetting back to SF, watching edited-for-content episodes of The Wire on Air Canada’s seatback television. I only had one spontaneous celebrity sighting (Wyclef, scampering into an SUV outside his hotel as I plodded past in search of breakfast this morning). But I did see some enjoyable movies these last two days, plus a few feh offerings.
By Marke B.
Guess what? He’s still running.
So. Triple-horned Republican mind-fuckery. Let’s all panic!
“Oh shit, we’re gonna lose this thing!” was my mantra for the past few days, until my bf snapped me out of it with a quick verbal slap to my dim wits. I know I am definitely not alone in this, and commenters in the “liberal blogosphere” from Jezebel to Slate to HuffPo and beyond have been jangling off the hook with similar jitters at the Palin and “Maverick” switcheroo the Rovians have, admittedly geniusly (although clumsily), just pulled on us.
“Shut the fuck up, Marke,” my sweetie admonished. “Are you that ready to fall into despair?”
Hell, no, lover. But still, we’ve been thrust into Bizarro World, where suddenly we’re the sexist, conservative, race-card-playing prigs. Um, and Washington is liberal, choice is a decision only the daughters of anti-abortionists can make, and a Bridge to Nowhere is bad — but keeping the money for a road to a Bridge to Nowhere is “tearing down the establishment.”
It’s hella weird right now, and nervous tension is at a boil among us progressives who’re voting for Obama. A fact, I suspect, that led well-meaning but often toothless NYTimes columnist Bob Herbert to pen his actually pretty bracing liberal pep talk in today’s issue. Thanks, Bob!
“Any excuse not to vote for a black man!” is something I’ve said in my head a million times, especially as the fabulously unreliable polls have continued to tip in McCain’s favor. But that’s too easy, maybe. “She’s ‘red meat’ to my relatives in the Midwest!” That’s true to a point (and snobbish, yes) — but when I’ve actually taken time to talk to my relatives and reflect on how much I know them, it’s so much more complicated than that. And they resent being pigeonholed by anyone, from either party. And, come to think of it, if I can’t remember their birthdays, how do I know who they’re voting for?
So here’s the thing.
By Steven T. Jones
The 2007 mayoral campaign of outsider arts impresario Chicken John Rinaldi is the target of a random audit by the San Francisco Ethics Commission, which last night voted unanimously to authorize issuing subpoenas against the campaign after the candidate failed to respond to initial inquiries.
But after a long and frustrating battle with the Ethics bureaucracy to win public matching funds for his campaign, a quest that fell just short, Rinaldi said he has no intention of cooperating with the agency, which can levy daily fines for non-compliance.
“I’m not giving them a fucking thing. I’m not cooperating with those fuckers,” Rinaldi told the Guardian this afternoon, blaming the Ethics Commission for arbitrarily denying him matching funds after making him spend valuable time and money jumping through their hoops. “At the very least, they’re going to have to work for it.”
The case is already catching the attention the growing cadre of critics of how Ethics operates (particularly with its tendency to audit campaigns that run against powerful incumbents and institutions), who see Rinaldi as the latest target. Rinaldi echoed many of their concerns. “They made damn sure I didn’t get the matching funding,” he said. “The Ethics Commission’s sole purpose on the planet is to make sure nobody runs for office.”
“Let ’em fine me,” Rinaldi, who is currently living in New York City building junks boats that run on gasification technology, told us. “They’re not going to get a penny out of me because I have nothing.”
By Bruce B. Brugmann
Once again, as always, PG&E is using a Karl Rove-type tactic to try to knock out the Clean Energy Act (Prop H).
Lie. Lie. Lie, and Lie again. Our editorial and Amanda Witherell story in the Wednesday Guardian knock out their biggest Lie: that the Clean Energy Act will cost the city billions. It won’t. Instead, the act will save the consumers money, save the city money, and challenge the argument that clean and green have to be more expensive. Here are the specifics from our detailed conservative analysis. B3
Click here to read this week’s editorial, PG&E’s $107 million lie: Prop. H not only sets aggressive targets for renewable energy; it opens the door for a city-owned and city-operated electrical system
Intrepid reporter Justin Juul hits the streets each week for our Meet Your Neighbors series, interviewing the Bay Area folks you’d like to know most.
Most wine bars suck. They’re stuffy, over priced, and full of pretentious assholes and bad food. But not Mid-Market hideaway Hotel Biron, located at 45 Rose Street. This place is awesome. Biron’s beer menu features obscure wheat brews from Germany, Pilsners from The Czech Republic, and even cans of Tecate, which means I can take my girlfriend there for a fancy date and enjoy myself at the same time. But that’s not all. Hotel Biron’s cheese/meat selection is insane and its wine-list is off the charts. Zins, Cabs, Pinot? Sheeeit. If that’s all you know about wine you need to get out of California and into Chris Fuqua’s brain. The dude may look like a truck driver from Alabama, but he knows more about wine than a sommelier from Paris.
Fuqua has been running Hotel Biron for years now, but business life hasn’t changed him much. He’s still a cook at heart.
SFBG: So what’s your deal?
Chris Fuqua: My name’s Chris Fuqua. I’m the owner and operator of Hotel Biron.
SFBG: So how did that come about? Do you have family contacts in the SF restaurant industry or something?
Fuqua: No. I grew up in a small town in Iowa, actually. I decided not to go to college after high school, probably because my dad wanted me too. So, like a lot of people, I eventually ended up in the food service business, working as a dishwasher and then as a busser and a waiter and eventually as a cook. At some point, I decided I wanted to cook for a living. So I enrolled in a culinary school in Vermont where I learned about San Francisco’s reputation as a culinary capital. After graduation, I wanted to work at either Zuni or Oliveto. As it turned out, I got a job at Zuni, which is how I found this place. I used to hang out here every night after work because it’s in the alley behind Zuni, about twenty paces away.
SFBG: How did you go from a dude who used to hang out here to becoming the owner?
Fuqua: Well, I was friends with the people who used to run Biron and I actually worked here to help them out sometimes. When one of them decided to move on, I was approached as a potential partner. It was a total shock. I mean, I was a cook, and I had never really thought of myself as the owner of anything. But my girlfriend and current partner in the bar, Jess, convinced me it was possible. So I just went for it. I was a partner in Biron with one of the original owners for a while and then I actually bought her out when she decided to move on. This situation totally fell in my lap. I’m really lucky.
SFBG: What’s it like owning a wine bar in San Francisco? It seems like there’s a lot of competition.
Various artists
Hallam Foe: Original Soundtrack
(Domino)
By Todd Lavoie
Some things take a mighty long time to wash up on American shores from abroad. Take Hallam Foe – the British independent film was released last year overseas, but is only now beginning to hit stateside screens, thanks to a distribution deal with Magnolia Pictures. (For whatever reason, the delightfully odd little gem has been re-titled Mister Foe for the American market.)
Trust me: this film’s worth the wait. Charming but occasionally unsettling, whimsical but rippling with currents of darkness, it’s engrossing as hell, and Jamie Bell (Billy Elliott) is riveting as the troubled young man in the title role. In any case, I’m here to focus on the music – and the soundtrack is a wonderful, headphone-hugging treat. Keeping the original title of the film despite the name change on the marquee, the disc works flawlessly as the score to such a curious mix of sweetness and foreboding. Even without the accompanying visuals, these 16 songs link together to sustain a devilishly peculiar mood over the course of an hour. A fine tribute, then, to a film which whirls love into death, innocence into obsession, cuteness into the grotesque.
Hallam Foe takes place mainly in two locations: the rolling hills and ice-cold lochs of the Scottish countryside, and the rooftops and lookout spots above Edinburgh. The soundtrack does an impressive job of conveying both landscapes, sliding skillfully from agrarian folk to pavement-hitting electronics and lurching big-city rock ‘n’ roll. Maybe “sliding” isn’t the right term – “gliding” might be more appropriate, given the film’s focus on Hallam wanting to be above it all, looking down from great heights. Many of the songs contained here are buoyed along by a sense of weightlessness: rhythms wash in and wash out, synth blips and bleeps soar in the highest registers, and occasionally disembodied voices hover and hum somewhere in the vague distance.
Today’s Ammianoliner:
Sarah Palin speaks: Bristol, keep Freddie Mac away from your Fannie Mae. A little late.
(From the home telephone answering service of Sup. Tom Ammiano on Monday, Sept.9, 2008.) B3
More or less, that is.
This is the best thing I’ve read today, I think (with the possible exception of the story on polyamorous speed dating).
By Sarah Phelan
So, maybe the pen IS mightier, after all? Palin’s budget vetoes.
Forget about using Wikipedia to find out the truth about GOP VP nominee Sarah Palin.
As online reports have noted, a sockpuppet called “Young Trigg” scrubbed the entry for Alaska’s first female governor the day before McCain publicly announced his VP pick.
That story should be a wakeup call for those tempted to rely on doctored or poorly researched online articles, in trying to find out who Gov. Sarah Palin really is.
The good news? There are plenty of other online resources that provide valid insights into Palin’s political priorities.
Consider, for instance, Governor Palin’s vetoes of Alaska’s FY 08 and 09 capital budget.
This shows that Palin vetoed a $350,000 statewide school substance abuse education and prevention program.
She also vetoed funding for wireless access and laptops in Alaskan community schools, including those in the North Pole district. (Guess Santa can spring for those, right?.)
And she eliminated funding for several native community projects, including the Kluti Kaah community recreation and learning center in the Interior Villages, the Jilkaat Kwaan cultural heritage center and Bald Eagle observatory in the Southeast Islands, and the Ilisagvik College Workforce Development program in the Artic.
Palin also vetoed a snow fence in the Bering Straits, a Zamboni blade sharpener for the Homer Hockey Association, statewide boy scout camp upgrades.
Oh, and she vetoed the Anchorage Police Department’s $17. 5 million request to expand its headquarters, for the second year in a row, along with a number of fire department’s requests for emergency safety equipment.
This summer, Alaskan lawmakers argued for a robust capital budget, which they said would help build the state and boost its economy. But Palin disagreed, saying she wanted to limit spending to public safety, health and infrastructure, and angering some representatives, by not giving them a chance to defend programs which either fell entirely victim to, or were halved, as Palin made $268 million worth of cuts, leaving Alaska with a $3.6 capital budget.
Here are Palin’s views on the line-item veto, taken from KTUU’s site.
“Well, you know, that’s the beauty of our system here — is checks and balances, provide for that tool to be used, if they deem that necessary, those who hold the purse strings and that’s the lawmakers if they want to override,” Palin said.
In addition to vetoing a $100,000 KTOO Government Transparency Project, Palin also axed a $50,000 community development center’s video project that was to have been called, “Alaska Teen Talk Show.”
The project aimed to produce pilot talk shows written and produced by the students, with students advised to audition several prospective hosts, rating each one on poise, intelligence, personality and looks.
“You should ultimately base your choice on a host’s familiarity with your show’s theme,” states the application.” If you hire the most attractive but vapid interviewer to host a political talk show and they don’t know anything about the presidential race, viewers will know it and change the channel.”
Sadly, I’m not at all convinced that viewers do change channel, just because a good-looking host is vapid. And while I don’t know why this particular project didn’t get funded, I can’t help imaging that whoever wrote this grant application must be wishing that they’d chosen some other example, when applying for this grant.
