Gil Santos - long known as the voice of the New England Patriots and a fixture at WBZ-1030, said goodbye to his fans and listeners.
Gil Santos was a class act. Unlike sportscasters of today, who seem to scream over one another for attention, Santos knew how to grab his audience without turning them off. His excitement was genuine, not forced and followed by a plug for sketchy items like Cash4Gold or weight-loss scams. Like his news counterpart Gary LaPierre, who also retired not long ago, Santos was a fixture of the old style Boston news, one that told a story without flashy CGI graphics and teases for segments.
And, he doesn't have to get up at 3 in the morning anymore. That's a good thing.
1/16/2009
It's the quiet ones you've got to watch, and the shy ones you've got to gently press
I posted an article about shyness in the workplace on Facebook from the New York Post (link here) and a few days later I got into a nice conversation from an old classmate of mine.
This classmate (female, if you want to know) said "I totally agree with you...I still blush once in awhile, but I'm beginning to become better at speaking up being more forward."
I think in all of my 37 years in existence, that message was like a tiny drop of water hitting a calm pool and reverberating throughout the pond. That simple message of "I know where you're coming from, I'm in the same boat" was nice, refreshing, honest, and direct.
For many years, I've held myself back, all because I thought the next words to come out of my mouth would either be a rooster's crow or something I would regret. I never went to dances, semi-formals, proms, or anything remotely resembling social gatherings because I was too shy to ask a girl out. Asking questions at my job takes a little bit of courage, but I always seem to preface it with a joke to take the edge off of that anxiety. Once the question's asked, though, I feel much better.
To "shore up" the shortcomings I have with the Cleary Squared tongue, I take solace in writing. I don't know if it's because the delete or backspace key is within easy reach, or I think better through a 110 key piece of machinery (I'm on my fifth keyboard in five years), but there's a certain satisfaction of clicking your way to a conversation, rather than coming up to someone face-to-face and going, "a-duh, homina, homina, homina" and actually insulting the one you intended to ask out for a coffee or a night out.
There are probably people who seem really bold, forward, almost obnoxious, who are actually as shy or reticent in person. The quiet kids who don't speak all that much actually tend to be funny and smart, but don't want to reveal all the cards they have in their deck until they know the proper time to use them. Sometimes people mistake the quiet people who don't say much for shy people who are too afraid to say anything.
This classmate (female, if you want to know) said "I totally agree with you...I still blush once in awhile, but I'm beginning to become better at speaking up being more forward."
I think in all of my 37 years in existence, that message was like a tiny drop of water hitting a calm pool and reverberating throughout the pond. That simple message of "I know where you're coming from, I'm in the same boat" was nice, refreshing, honest, and direct.
For many years, I've held myself back, all because I thought the next words to come out of my mouth would either be a rooster's crow or something I would regret. I never went to dances, semi-formals, proms, or anything remotely resembling social gatherings because I was too shy to ask a girl out. Asking questions at my job takes a little bit of courage, but I always seem to preface it with a joke to take the edge off of that anxiety. Once the question's asked, though, I feel much better.
To "shore up" the shortcomings I have with the Cleary Squared tongue, I take solace in writing. I don't know if it's because the delete or backspace key is within easy reach, or I think better through a 110 key piece of machinery (I'm on my fifth keyboard in five years), but there's a certain satisfaction of clicking your way to a conversation, rather than coming up to someone face-to-face and going, "a-duh, homina, homina, homina" and actually insulting the one you intended to ask out for a coffee or a night out.
There are probably people who seem really bold, forward, almost obnoxious, who are actually as shy or reticent in person. The quiet kids who don't speak all that much actually tend to be funny and smart, but don't want to reveal all the cards they have in their deck until they know the proper time to use them. Sometimes people mistake the quiet people who don't say much for shy people who are too afraid to say anything.
1/11/2009
Dear Patrick Swayze...
I watched your interview with Barbara Walters on YouTube.
I am the son of a lung cancer patient who died in 2005. When he was diagnosed in 2004, the cancer was discovered as osteosarcoma hit his femur and the bone snapped. The next day, tests confirmed that osteosarcoma came from a mass in his lung. We all got to watch cancer transform him the same way it's transforming you - weight loss, chemo, etc. You still don't look too bad, but those last few weeks he was alive, he was down at least 25-30 pounds. Not once, though, did he want pity, sorrow, or anything else. He still cracked jokes and did what he could to keep his quality of life until he drew his last breath on November 22, 2005. When my father finally passed away, however, I didn't scream or cry. I felt so relieved and happy that he didn't have to suffer through the monster that was cancer anymore.
When I watched that interview, however, not a single time did I say, "Poor guy, he's doesn't have that much time left." I said, "Wow, Patrick Swayze could kick cancer's ass and do a scene from Dirty Dancing at the same time!" (Or at least give it a temporary kick in the naughty bits.)
Certainly, it's going to be sad to leave your wonderful wife of 33 years, Lisa Niemi. It's still sad for my mother, as those past memories will rush up like a wave and crash at the least expected time. What's left over is not the body, not the voice that you hear when you wake up in the morning, but the memories and the love. That's the most wonderful gift you can leave before and after you die.
The late Bill Bixby once said, "People with cancer just die, give up...you can't do that." That's precisely what you're doing - keeping everything up just to maintain your sanity. We all die - that's a fact. When is the variable that makes us nervous - some die moments after they come out, others last for a century or more. Only God (or your favorite deity) knows for sure. When that moment comes, it will not be a sad moment. It will be a joyous one.
I wish you the best of luck during these times, and keep on with that uptempo attitude of yours!
Cleary Squared
I am the son of a lung cancer patient who died in 2005. When he was diagnosed in 2004, the cancer was discovered as osteosarcoma hit his femur and the bone snapped. The next day, tests confirmed that osteosarcoma came from a mass in his lung. We all got to watch cancer transform him the same way it's transforming you - weight loss, chemo, etc. You still don't look too bad, but those last few weeks he was alive, he was down at least 25-30 pounds. Not once, though, did he want pity, sorrow, or anything else. He still cracked jokes and did what he could to keep his quality of life until he drew his last breath on November 22, 2005. When my father finally passed away, however, I didn't scream or cry. I felt so relieved and happy that he didn't have to suffer through the monster that was cancer anymore.
When I watched that interview, however, not a single time did I say, "Poor guy, he's doesn't have that much time left." I said, "Wow, Patrick Swayze could kick cancer's ass and do a scene from Dirty Dancing at the same time!" (Or at least give it a temporary kick in the naughty bits.)
Certainly, it's going to be sad to leave your wonderful wife of 33 years, Lisa Niemi. It's still sad for my mother, as those past memories will rush up like a wave and crash at the least expected time. What's left over is not the body, not the voice that you hear when you wake up in the morning, but the memories and the love. That's the most wonderful gift you can leave before and after you die.
The late Bill Bixby once said, "People with cancer just die, give up...you can't do that." That's precisely what you're doing - keeping everything up just to maintain your sanity. We all die - that's a fact. When is the variable that makes us nervous - some die moments after they come out, others last for a century or more. Only God (or your favorite deity) knows for sure. When that moment comes, it will not be a sad moment. It will be a joyous one.
I wish you the best of luck during these times, and keep on with that uptempo attitude of yours!
Cleary Squared
1/08/2009
I'll take the calorie counts, easy on the nanny statism, please
I know I'm fat. Not pleasingly plump, not extra padding, just plain, ugly, disgusting fat. The battle of the bulge has been going on for nigh on eighteen years, ever since I left working at a shoe store and found myself at a love affair with a computer and sedentary living. My doctor and I still can't understand why my blood sugar and cholesterol are so outstanding, but the dirty zone is the old gullet. Once in awhile, I hear hushed English voices trying to determine if I'm the second pregnant man in the world (or the first authentic pregnant man), but rest assured, you will all be the first to know if that gut was either a ectotopic newborn or just my huge stomach. I'm definitely not proud of it.
However, parents have been sort of looking the other way. They're too busy holding two jobs, watching their 401(k) dwindle to nothing, and basically surviving on the smell of an oily rag. A trip to McDonalds is Tavern on the Green, so why not fill their cherubs with stuff that will keep them happy while they try to beat the debt collector?
The things I've noticed in my gustational journeys are many. The more I think about it, though, I eat because (a) I'm hungry, (b) I'm bored, (c) things ain't going well in Cleary Squared land, (d) it's there.
What I've noticed in my eating habits is as follows.
- A few months ago, I went to Cambridgeside to grab some dinner. (I've been learning to eat at 5:00 because if I eat later, I wake up in the middle of the night sweating, leaching off that meatloaf or cheeseburger pie.) Taco Bell is one of the best places to get Mexican food, even though Qdoba and Chipotle make theirs much fresher. I couldn't get near the place, or even the register. Couldn't have been the 79, 89 or 99 cent taco/burrito specials, couldn't it? Cheap food = popular food, and no wonder - BK's value meals were clocking in at $7 minimum! And places like Sakkio (great chicken teriyaki) were also busy as beavers as they had $4.99 chicken teryiaki with maki rolls! The other specialty shops, however, were bare. The Indian shop hardly had a person there, as well as the Thai place and the mini-bistrots.
I think what bothers the health scolds is that when people don't have a lot of money, they're going to see what they can get for as little as possible - both monetarily and nutritionally. They can't swing over to Souper Salad or visit the local vegetarian place and hope that $5 will fill their tummies, when a single bowl of mugilltawany soup is $4.99 before taxes. If these health scolds want to introduce healthier foods to the public, bring down the exorbitant prices of healthy foods! Is it too much to say, "to hell with the bottom line and profits...let's make healthy food cheap!" This includes all of the trendy food items like organics and fair trade items - which are marked up considerably over plain Jane foods. I don't care if my blue corn chips came from an labor faction in Ecuador - all I want is affordable (and delicious!) food.
- I don't like Weight Watchers. Period. Most of the leaders are very nice, and have lost anywhere between 60 and 100 pounds. Weigh-ins I liked, because it was in front of the nice leader instead of my doctor, who keeps on (sarcastically) suggesting stomach surgery. The points system is pretty neat and scientific. The culture of meetings every single second, however, are the deal breaker. Weight Watchers is food's version of AA-I'm overweight, not injecting myself with 98% pure heroin and selling my kids to feed my habit. If my weakness is food, wouldn't a more rounded program of (a) one-on-one with a qualified nutritionist, (b) one-on-one with a qualified trainer, and (c) one-on-one with a qualified psychologist to dig deep down and figure out why I'm gaining all this weight? Forget all the fad crap, like Hydroxywhizbang and Dr. Lala's Cabbage and Lemongrass 30-day fast. I'd like to lose the weight and keep my sanity, thanks.
- Health eugenics - raising a more perfect human race through nutrition - is a dangerous thing. Self-righteousness is even more so, as the assumption that Your Way should be Everyone's Way is not merely arrogant, it's dead wrong. For every vegan (militant, obnoxious, or just a fussy pain in the ass) who throws a fit every time someone dares to bring in a hamburger, there is a long-time practicing vegetarian who can whip up a 100% vegetarian meal that looks like the real meat-laden McCoy and no one ever suspects a thing, and will not be bothered in the least if you drink skim milk in their presence. The way to introduce healthy eating and avoiding obesity is not to jam it down people's throats - although that hasn't stopped politicians from hiking cigarette taxes through the wazoo while redistributing that money through everything else but health. Sure, I don't mind calorie counts on the menus, and I hardly notice the missing trans fats. (It's a nice test in math to see if you can make a filling meal for under 500 calories.) When the busybodies (pardon me, the "concerned") delve into the holy nonsense of taxing sodas and pulling out vending machines because Heaven forfend there's a molecule of trans fat in it, that's when people get turned off into getting healthy, and do their best to sneak around it. Hey, prohibition really worked for Al Capone, didn't it?
The only person, believe it or not, who gets the health thing right is Richard Simmons. Kids are so overprotected and hovered over these days is that they don't get to run around and get the pent-up energy out of their systems - yet when these same kids get fat, the administrators and teachers panic and overcompensate. The best solution for this is bringing back physical education, something I give huge support to (even though back at Latin Academy, we had a huge floor that passed for "gym".) You get kids who get exercise and maintain a healthy life, and teachers get more attentive kids. Not a bad deal.
However, parents have been sort of looking the other way. They're too busy holding two jobs, watching their 401(k) dwindle to nothing, and basically surviving on the smell of an oily rag. A trip to McDonalds is Tavern on the Green, so why not fill their cherubs with stuff that will keep them happy while they try to beat the debt collector?
The things I've noticed in my gustational journeys are many. The more I think about it, though, I eat because (a) I'm hungry, (b) I'm bored, (c) things ain't going well in Cleary Squared land, (d) it's there.
What I've noticed in my eating habits is as follows.
- A few months ago, I went to Cambridgeside to grab some dinner. (I've been learning to eat at 5:00 because if I eat later, I wake up in the middle of the night sweating, leaching off that meatloaf or cheeseburger pie.) Taco Bell is one of the best places to get Mexican food, even though Qdoba and Chipotle make theirs much fresher. I couldn't get near the place, or even the register. Couldn't have been the 79, 89 or 99 cent taco/burrito specials, couldn't it? Cheap food = popular food, and no wonder - BK's value meals were clocking in at $7 minimum! And places like Sakkio (great chicken teriyaki) were also busy as beavers as they had $4.99 chicken teryiaki with maki rolls! The other specialty shops, however, were bare. The Indian shop hardly had a person there, as well as the Thai place and the mini-bistrots.
I think what bothers the health scolds is that when people don't have a lot of money, they're going to see what they can get for as little as possible - both monetarily and nutritionally. They can't swing over to Souper Salad or visit the local vegetarian place and hope that $5 will fill their tummies, when a single bowl of mugilltawany soup is $4.99 before taxes. If these health scolds want to introduce healthier foods to the public, bring down the exorbitant prices of healthy foods! Is it too much to say, "to hell with the bottom line and profits...let's make healthy food cheap!" This includes all of the trendy food items like organics and fair trade items - which are marked up considerably over plain Jane foods. I don't care if my blue corn chips came from an labor faction in Ecuador - all I want is affordable (and delicious!) food.
- I don't like Weight Watchers. Period. Most of the leaders are very nice, and have lost anywhere between 60 and 100 pounds. Weigh-ins I liked, because it was in front of the nice leader instead of my doctor, who keeps on (sarcastically) suggesting stomach surgery. The points system is pretty neat and scientific. The culture of meetings every single second, however, are the deal breaker. Weight Watchers is food's version of AA-I'm overweight, not injecting myself with 98% pure heroin and selling my kids to feed my habit. If my weakness is food, wouldn't a more rounded program of (a) one-on-one with a qualified nutritionist, (b) one-on-one with a qualified trainer, and (c) one-on-one with a qualified psychologist to dig deep down and figure out why I'm gaining all this weight? Forget all the fad crap, like Hydroxywhizbang and Dr. Lala's Cabbage and Lemongrass 30-day fast. I'd like to lose the weight and keep my sanity, thanks.
- Health eugenics - raising a more perfect human race through nutrition - is a dangerous thing. Self-righteousness is even more so, as the assumption that Your Way should be Everyone's Way is not merely arrogant, it's dead wrong. For every vegan (militant, obnoxious, or just a fussy pain in the ass) who throws a fit every time someone dares to bring in a hamburger, there is a long-time practicing vegetarian who can whip up a 100% vegetarian meal that looks like the real meat-laden McCoy and no one ever suspects a thing, and will not be bothered in the least if you drink skim milk in their presence. The way to introduce healthy eating and avoiding obesity is not to jam it down people's throats - although that hasn't stopped politicians from hiking cigarette taxes through the wazoo while redistributing that money through everything else but health. Sure, I don't mind calorie counts on the menus, and I hardly notice the missing trans fats. (It's a nice test in math to see if you can make a filling meal for under 500 calories.) When the busybodies (pardon me, the "concerned") delve into the holy nonsense of taxing sodas and pulling out vending machines because Heaven forfend there's a molecule of trans fat in it, that's when people get turned off into getting healthy, and do their best to sneak around it. Hey, prohibition really worked for Al Capone, didn't it?
The only person, believe it or not, who gets the health thing right is Richard Simmons. Kids are so overprotected and hovered over these days is that they don't get to run around and get the pent-up energy out of their systems - yet when these same kids get fat, the administrators and teachers panic and overcompensate. The best solution for this is bringing back physical education, something I give huge support to (even though back at Latin Academy, we had a huge floor that passed for "gym".) You get kids who get exercise and maintain a healthy life, and teachers get more attentive kids. Not a bad deal.
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