Thursday, February 28, 2013

Fill your pockets



          Good evening, 919 Gang.

          JAY JOHNSON writes:
          Speaking of money (Chuck Boyd et al), I recently traveled to Bali for a week -- my first time trip to Indonesia. At Changi Airport I exchanged $700 Singapore dollars (SGD) for Indonesia Rupiah (IDR).  I figured $700SGD would be about right for a week to cover things I couldn't buy with a credit card (I can hear the 919ers snickering now -- no, NOT those things). I was given back 5.5 MILLION rupiah. The exchange rate is 7,830 IDR for $1 SGD; or 9,705 IDR for $1 USD.
          It took a while to get used to prices in Bali. Prices often are marked without the "000" (thousands) at the end -- so something marked "300" would mean 300,000 rupiah, which would be about $31 USD.
          After a day or two I thought I had the hang of quickly re-calculating IDR prices into USD$ until one night when I got my bill for one beer at tourist bar. I was floored -- 37,500 rupiah! I sputtered at the waitress, "This is outrageous!" Then I paused. Wait, that's $3.80, not $38. "Oh, sorry. All good."
          Renting a minivan and driver for the entire day, gas included, cost 450,000 rupiah ($46 USD). So there were a lot of bargains. By the way, I read a lot about rising gas prices in the U.S. Gas is subsidized in Indonesia and costs about $2 USD a gallon. There were huge riots last year when the government announced plans to increase the price to $2.40. But that's understandable; about half of Indonesians live on $2 a day.

          REBER: Mary's brother is a composer of classical music. One year he won an international contest which earned him a trip to Trieste and a cash prize which he said made him a millionaire. Of course, it was a million lira. Can't remember how that translated, but he was far, far from a millionaire when he came home and converted his prize to Canadian dollars.

          DAVID FARMER writes:
          Some memories and observations about currency and measurement: in Britain they use one-pound and two-pound coins, with no equivalent bills. I think it's great, since as Chuck Boyd pointed out, coins last longer and taxpayers save money on printing. Buying a small item with a coin is more convenient, too. You can reach into your pocket or purse and tell the denomination by feel alone.
          We'd switch to coins if the government simply announced it was withdrawing dollar bills, and then did so over a year. We'd similarly switch to the metric system of measurement, which is more rational than ours. Now, we sometimes end up using both systems, since some tools are metric and others aren't.
          I think the U.S made a few lame moves toward metric a generation ago. I remember a sign halfway across the George Washington Bridge leading to New York City in the early 70s. It gave the speed limit in kilometers. I could picture motorists trying to convert their speed mentally, and plunging into the Hudson River while distracted. (At least, I would have.)
          And don't get me started on fahrenheit vs. centigrade. The Brits use the latter, which makes sense, but they do have one odd practice. They sometimes figure their body weight in stones, not pounds. A stone for this purpose is 14 pounds.
          Those were the observations; now the memory. When I worked for The AP in Las Vegas in 1962-63, the casinos and many other businesses gave change in silver dollars, not bills. They must have figured you'd prefer to stick the coins in a slot machine rather than carry them around. After the first transaction when I walked away with a five-pound lump in my pocket (no rude remarks, please) I always demanded my change in bills.

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          WELTON JONES writes:
          What has happened to the UT item columnists? I don't remember seeing either Dianne Bell or Matt Hall lately. Don't they usually run a "day off" box when they're missing?

          REBER: A check of the U-T web site shows each had a column dated Feb. 27. I presume that means the columns will appear in the Thursday newspaper. I really appreciate the home page's link to all staff members, allowing you to see when and what they have written.

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          REBER: I made a smart aleck remark about soda jerks and coffee jerks. I don't believe soda jerk was ever derogatory.

          JAY JOHNSON writes:
          I believe the term "soda jerk" came from the motion the server made when pulling the handle to add the "soda" (carbonated water) to a glass into which he or she had already poured the syrup (the flavoring for the soda) -- not from being a "jerk" in the pejorative sense.
          According to the Online Etymology Dictionary, that meaning originated with our beloved short-fingered carnies (thanks, Austin Powers!), as follows: "American English carnival slang, of uncertain origin. Perhaps from jerkwater town (1878), where a steam locomotive crew had to take on boiler water from a trough or a creek because there was no water tank [Barnhart, OED]. This led 1890s to an adjectival use of jerk as "inferior, insignificant." Alternatively, or influenced by, verbal phrase jerk off "masturbate" [Rawson].
Isn't the proper term for Starbucks servers and their ilk "baristas"?

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          TIM WILSON forwards:
          The story goes that if you can complete the puzzle found at the link below, you are not a candidate for Alzheimer’s disease.
          Move the pieces around in the box to fill it in completely. They fit together perfectly. The pieces do not have to be turned.
          When they are put in place the puzzle makes a clicking sound. Here is the link: http://tinyurl.com/6g6xy


P.O. Box 2239
Ramona, CA 92065
U.S.A.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Jackets that fit



          Good evening, 919 Gang. Is there any question the Gang can't answer?

          KATE NELSON writes:
          Barbara Moss asked what was on the signs on the backs of Todd Davis's and John Owen's chairs. One year, the U-T gave all the employees baseball/letterman-style jackets. They were cloth with denim sleeves and you had a choice of black denim, stonewashed (light) denim or indigo (dark) denim. Todd got his jacket delivered and it had a piece of paper attached that said:

TODD DAVIS
MEDIUM
BLACK

          Todd happens to be African-American and of medium build, so we all thought this was hilarious. Fortunately, Todd has a good sense of humor. John's piece of paper said:

JOHN OWEN
XL
LIGHT

          Also appropriate.
          So they attached the signs to the backs of their chairs and it continued being hilarious for several years.

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          REBER: David Farmer wrote last night about an adventure putting coins in a parking meter.

          CHUCK BOYD writes:
          "I'd buy THAT for a dollar."
          I remember hearing some comedian use that as a signature tag line*. Maybe he was trying to buy extra time on a meter.
          I often carry a few "gold" presidential dollar coins in my pocket. (Can't get a Susan B. Anthony at the bank anymore.)
          I usually point that out when I use them to buy something. Or when giving a tip, saying "Hey, this is NOT a quarter," and smile.
          Many clerks, servers - and even bartenders - say they had not seen one before. I've watched some put it aside to swap out in the register to take home.
          Unlike Canada and the Euro nations which forced its citizens to switch to dollar coins by eliminating printing small paper bills, the U.S. tried simply adding them to our monetary system. Didn't work. Not what we are used to. Too bad because the cost of making a $1 coin continues to go down because it lasts so long. A long life compared to our paper ones that need replacing on average in 21 months.
          Canada's $1 coin is called a "Loonie" because it shows a common bird, the loon, and the $2 Canadian coin is called a Toonie for whatever reason.
          *When I Googled the phrase, I found it appeared on a TV screen in the background in the original RoboCop movie.

          REBER: I believe toonie stems from being worth two dollars, as in "two-nie."

          JACK REBER writes:
          Every once in a while the idea of eliminating the penny pops up. Not sure I am in favor. A couple of days ago, Mary and I found a jar of coins on a bookshelf. Took a long time to figure out what that was all about. Then we remembered: When we lived in San Diego, Mary walked in the Rolando area every morning, and she frequently found coins on the sidewalk. They went into that jar.
          When I was very young, Missouri had a very low sales tax. I don't know the rate, but it was measured in mills. A red plastic coin was one mill, and a green one was five. I don't know if anyone except the stores messed with them. We considered them worthless, but a little kid enjoyed collecting and playing with them.

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          REBER: Tonight we salute and wish Happy Birthday (Feb. 27) to Neil Morgan.

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          JAMIE RENO forwards:
          Eagles fans angered by new documentary on the band


P.O. Box 2239
Ramona, CA 92065
U.S.A.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Just wondering



          Good evening, 919 Gang. My mind wanders sometimes. Today I thought about the days when you would walk into a drugstore, sit at the counter and be served by someone respectfully called a "soda jerk." And I wondered, is it okay to call the people who work at Starbucks "coffee jerks?"

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          DAVID FARMER writes:
          I met a parking meter today that was smarter than I am. Actually, two meters. I was about to go into a medical office on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. This was at 3:40 p.m. I had already parked for a previous errand, and come back with 20 minutes left. I thought I'd better buy a little insurance, so I started feeding in dimes and nickels. The total on the meter's screen refused to change. I looked closely and saw that it would accept all the coins I wanted to insert, but apply them only if I fed it dollar coins or quarters. When's the last time you saw a dollar coin?
          I was running low on quarters, so I decided to take the meter up on its offer to accept credit cards. I shoved in my card, and still could not get the time to increase. I have no idea how much I may have been charged for that.
          I thought, maybe this damn meter is so smart it will not let me park more than a certain length of time in one space. So I got in and backed into another. I tried more scarce quarters and got the same result: 20 minutes left.
          Finally, I decided to check the time limit signs posted on poles. Sure enough, you can't park in that block after 4 p.m. The intelligent meters were trying to save me from a $270 ticket, plus an unspecified but no doubt equally shocking towing charge. I don't know what other drivers thought when I kissed the second one on its little glass face. After my grateful gesture, the device put a message on its screen. It was hard to see, but I'm pretty sure it said, "Learn to read, you moron. Have a nice day."

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          JERRY RIFE writes:
          Today in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico; a woman sat on a stoop, a cowboy rode into town, and love bloomed in the plaza.





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          JIMMY THORNTON writes:
          It was a very good year with a sad ending. The bosses of Scene lifestyle section had something brewing and they wanted me out of the office because of my role as a witness for Newspaper Guild grievances. I was assigned to replace Gus Stevens as a feature writer for the county. As suggested, I asked him how he got his story ideas. He shook his head and had nothing to offer but a wry smile. So it was clear to me I’d have to dig up story ideas on my own. As he had.
          I heard that Carlsbad, then a smaller town up north, had one of the best libraries in California, so I set up an interview with the librarian, whose father had been a popular writer. Got a good feature from him. Then I explored the library.
          Soon I was producing some good features about offbeat people thriving in the county. One was a writer who worked for a New York City publisher. He never left his big comfortable home in Carlsbad. He wrote from home and had a telegraph connection to New York. Soon I was exploring the county, interviewing people with unusual talents. One carved wood sculptures in the backcountry with a chain saw. Good stuff. I loved the job because I drove through beautiful countryside to places like Dogpatch, a man’s creation in the backcountry.
          Did a feature on a Charger lineman who carved tiny whimsical figures from wood and sold them. He also created larger sculptures. One fellow raised wolves for research near Julian. He had a large fenced area for them. And at night, campers in the area heard the howl of wolves. The coyotes in the area were confused.
          One day, Joe Stein, a Scene editor, asked me how I found these interesting people. I smiled and said, “I go door to door asking people if they have an interesting story.” The fact was I discovered gold at the Carlsbad library. They had recent editions of all the county’s community newspapers. I’d search the papers for ideas. I’d find a brief mention of an interesting person in the small papers that didn’t have the staff to expand on the subject. Of course, people you meet roving the county sometimes mentioned a topic of interest that you followed up on. I loved the freedom. Then one day I was called back to work in the Scene department. On the day I returned, I embraced a fellow worker who had just been fired. During the ordeal, I wasn’t around to help the individual.

          REBER: Another plus for the Carlsbad library is that it has one of the largest genealogy sections around.

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          KEN STONE writes:
          Over the holidays, Lola Sherman gave me a Barnes & Noble gift card, and I used part of it to buy 919er Caitlin Rother's "Lost Girls," which I devoured in four sittings. Since the subject and author involved Patch sites (Poway, RB and Caitlin's La Jolla), I decided to ask Caitlin for an interview. My intent was not to rehash the case, but to shine a light on the one reporter who did the story justice.
          I'm hoping to do five stories. The first two are here (with the second going live at 6 a.m. Tuesday):
http://patch.com/A-2lVX
          The Firestorm That Fizzled: ‘Lost Girls’ Author Defused Mother of Victim
http://patch.com/A-2pLR
          Of Mice and Monsters: How Caitlin Rother Grew Up to Be a True-Crime Author
          Caitlin put up with my shameless questions — up to a point. I'm grateful for her cooperation.

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          JANET LOWE writes:
          In case you don't listen to NPR's Radio Reader, 919ers will be interested in Life Itself by Roger Ebert. It covers his years as a movie reviewer, but also is a great story of journalism in Chicago and various journalists we all know about. And life in journalism in general.

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          REBER: It's a birthday bonanza. Happy Birthday (Feb. 26) To John Berhman, Carolina Gusman, Diana Mortenson and T. R. Reinman.

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          JACK REBER forwards:
          Hey, guys, looking for a new career? This job pays $40 an hour, plus tips.

          GENE CIECHANOWSKI forwards:
          You've heard of a house built of cards?

          BOB ELLEDGE forwards:
          Top 10 Low Pass Flybys Of All Time


P.O. Box 2239
Ramona, CA 92065
U.S.A.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

John was loved

          Good evening, 919 Gang. The memorial for John Owen captures our attention tonight. Again, congratulations to the friends who made this happen.

          BARBARA MOSS writes:
          Thanks to Ken Stone for the photos. Was great to see old familiar faces of those who attended the John Owen memorial. I loved John Owen. He was a kind person with a great sense of humor. My desk was right in front of the copy desk folks, and John would drop by to say hi when he came to work. How could someone always be so happy? That was John. Thanks for sharing Jim Healy's tribute. Hope Jim is doing well back home in Nebraska.
          One of the photos submitted by Ken Stone of John Owen shows John and Todd Davis sitting in their desk chairs. I can't make out what is written on the signs on the backs of their chairs. Anyone?

          JIM DEGRAW writes:
          My thanks to the group that put together the memorial for John Owen, a wonderful man who was a great friend and godfather to my daughter Kirstin.
          I regret sincerely not being there but it was a bit far to travel from Alabama.
          However, I took time for personal remembrance and will miss his impish sense of humor and his incredible generosity and devoted friendship.
          Quick story: I had some car trouble and needed transport. I called John and asked for a ride to a car rental agency. He said why don't I just borrow his old VW Beetle, which he called Old Blue. I took him up on the offer.
          However, driving home after a late shift I was on I-8 and was in too much of a hurry. Got stopped and ticketed for speeding. I drove home and the next day told John expecting him to be upset.
          Really, he said with a big smile, I didn't know Old Blue could go that fast. I am proud of her.

          GENE CIECHANOWSKI writes:
          Many thanks to Ken Stone for the photos of those who are and were some of the cream of the U-T crop. I think Ken also must have been on deadline.

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          REBER: Hello, Mark Arner. And Happy Birthday (Feb. 25).

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          GENE CIECHANOWSKI forwards:
          Smart car? Hell, this one is brilliant

          GENE CIECHANOWSKI forwards:
          Bob Munden passed away Dec 10 at the age of 70.
          An ex-FBI agent who supposedly was timed in less than 3/100's of a second in drawing a gun.

P.O. Box 2239
Ramona, CA 92065
U.S.A.