One Last Money Observation

Just for context: A brief note in a Washington Post story reviewing the fund-raising landscape (and how Kerry has been dumping lots of his own money or assets into the campaign):

In a signal of the danger for the Democratic nominee, President Bush reported $99.1 million in the bank as of Dec. 31, nearly seven times as much as the top five Democrats had together.

And Bush, who’s just tuning up for the race, spent more money than anyone: $33 million (to big spender Dean’s $31 million) through Dec. 31, 2003.

Matching Funds

The Federal Election Commission just certified the latest batch of matching funds for candidates accepting public money for the campaign (Dean, Kerry, and Bush aren’t among them).  One surprise (to me) is that Lyndon LaRouche (the “forgotten man’s candidate”) has qualified to receive a million bucks in matching funds. A million.

More on Dean Money

A site I hadn’t heard of before, PoliticalMoneyLine (referred to in a Times story this evening), has new details on Dean’s fundraising and spending. You can buy details of the most recent reporting period (October through December 2003) for 25 bucks, or pay $2,500 to get the full run of PolitcalMoneyLine and the FECInfoPro database for a year.

Farm Livin,’ the Life for Me

America’s near the end of its toughest yearly trial — the maw of sunless nothing that yawns between the end of fall “Survivor” and the onset of winter “Survivor.” Rupert‘s about to save us, though, if we can just wait till after Super Bowl XVIKPWOQ.

In the Jeff Probst-less meantime, high-minded Berkeley-ites residing beneath the dry-rot rafters on Holly Street have whiled away the empty hours by watching all six discs of the first season of “Law and Order” (“L&O,” as it’s known locally). Not sure how that happened. Kate hated the show when I’d land on it on A&E. But she, Tom, and I watched every episode together the last two or three weeks. Sure, everything’s a little bit too neat; and sure, the show relies too much on the unquestioned faith (as most of the cop shows do) that the system produces the right results (the ultimate refusal to kneel at the same altar was one of the chief reasons “Homicide” still stands out).

Now we’re done with “Law and Order” for awhile (the first season’s the only one on disc so far). And that has led us to another dimension of classic TV: the first season of “Green Acres” on DVD. Kate and I watched the first couple of 22-minute episodes this evening. Observations/confessions:

–The show really had a great ensemble cast, fine writing, and flawless comic timing.
–I never thought I’d think Eva Gabor was a looker, but now I do.
–She was a better comedienne than I remember, too.
–And the pig featured in the DVD picture looks more like Babe or a close cousin than the warty, hairy, ungainly pig from the show, Arnold.

What can I say? I’m easy to please. Sometimes.

Dean.com Bust

The top story on The New York Times site right this minute is the shakeup in Howard Dean’s campaign: Joe Trippi out and a Gore lieutenant in. But the news I found most interesting was the mention of Dean’s finances: He raised $41 million through Dec. 31 (the excellent OpenSecrets.org is worth checking, though it currently posts reports only through Oct. 15, 2003) and has spent it all; the Times says he has $4 million or $5 million on hand, the cash raised since the first of the year; the Washington Post reports the cash situation prompted the campaign to skip further TV advertising in next week’s primary states.

So where did that mountain of Internet money go? The campaign reportedly spent $9 million-plus on TV advertising so far. What about the other $32 million? What combination of plane leases, candidate and staff housing, salaries, broadband access, toner and Dunkin’ Donuts runs adds up to that? I’d love to see the books, out of sheer curiosity.

Most likely, all the campaigns spend money fast, since the name of the game is gettng results now; and this isn’t the first time a promising candidate has burned a big bank balance with little to show for it. But to read that most of the capital is used up already and that the campaign will survive only with another big round of donations carries a whiff of the worst of the dot-com bust: We’ve got such a hot business plan/candidate, we need a big hit of venture capital/contributions right now. It’ll be awhile before we see results, but the upside could be huge. And then you wind up with office suites full of nice computers and furniture to sell for 20 cents on the dollar. Not that that’s where Dean & Co. is headed, necessarily. You can’t avoid the feeling, though, that investors just got word their stock is sick.

Why Johnny Can’t Sell

(By way of my brother John): Because, The New York Times says, Johnny (and Janey) can’t spell:

“When Holly Marshall wanted to sell a pair of dangling
earrings, a popular style these days, she listed them on
eBay once, and got no takers. She tried a second time, and
still no interest.

“Was it the price? The fuzzy picture? Maybe the description:
a beautiful pair of chandaleer earrings. …”

Bush and Mars and Iraq…

A scathing Talk of the Town piece on Bush’s State of the Union speech in this week’s New Yorker:

“… Bush’s only serious (that is, expensive) domestic program, as always, is yet another mammoth tax entitlement for the rich and the superrich. The new plan would make permanent his earlier tax cuts, which, in a gimmick designed to make future deficits look less terrifying, were scheduled to expire in 2010. This new round of relief for the unneedy, like the previous three, is to be financed (though the President didn’t mention this part) by confiscating the Social Security trust fund, curtailing federal activities that benefit society at large, and borrowing more trillions — taking out a fourth mortgage on the future, payable to foreign creditors. …”

Yawp: The Etymology

Was just wondering, and the American Heritage site yields this: Goes back to Middle English. Verb (“You can stop yawping, Dr. Dean”) and noun. As the latter:


1. A bark; a yelp. 2. Loud or coarse talk or utterance: ‘I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.’ (Walt Whitman).”

I’ve never thought Whitman meant it as a reference to coarseness; rather as a sign of irrepressible exuberance, a refusal to be unheard.

Reading the Obits

Reading The New York Times at the Civic Center BART station on the way home, I caught a glimpse of an old picture of a very tall-looking woman with very muscular legs (“cut” is the modern term, I think) in a track suit racing toward a finish line. The headline said, “Fanny Blankers-Koen, Star of 1948 Olympics, Dies at 85.” Never heard of her. But she was sort of the female Dutch Jesse Owens of the sprinting world, if there could be such a thing. Was a big fan of Owens, got his autograph as an 18-year-old at the Berlin Games in 1936, where she competed unspectacularly; then came back after World War II to run in the London Olympics despite public disapproval of a 30-year-old mother of two running down the track in shorts. She won four gold medals.

The Google search on her name comes back with 3,870 listings, including this 2000 profile on the BBC site.

A Totally Whack New World

Opportunity012504The second Mars rover, Opportunity, plunged and bounced and rolled safely to rest last night/this morning. The NASA scientists running the Martian campout are agog at images of the landing site (“it’s a bizarre, alien landscape,” quoth one).

In other news, engineers think the other rover, Spirit, marooned in a less bizarre, less alien landscape, might not be totally brain dead.

[Image credit: NASA/JPL/Cornell]