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Sunday, May 31, 2009 - 09:59:42
I still don't have the sense to come in out of the rain
It wasn’t until I almost fainted during my show on Thursday (though in my vanity I like to think that my guest didn’t notice) that I finally realized I had to bow to reality and go to the doctor.
Pneumonia, was the verdict. Oh, man, bed rest, Tracy won’t let me check my email relentlessly, and I keep falling to sleep right in the middle of the good part of whatever movie we’re watching.
One of the wonderful things about diabetes, of course, is that you are more prone to infection than what what we like to refer to as “regular people” - a fact I keep losing track of.
And, of course, Tracy I think secretly suspects that this whole sick business is at least partly a ploy to get out of my share of the household chores. If I were coherent long enough to respond, I might give a knowing wink, but that would just exhaust me.
It’s funny that no matter how much you love drinking water, when the doctor says, “Drinks lots of water,” you can’t stand the damn stuff.
Well, I’m done my writing exercises for the day - or for the next few days perhaps. I’m off to sleep.
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Quote of the Day
Writing is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none. - Jules Renard
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 - 10:30:04
Land of the Lost - we waited this long for this?
Land of the Lost - we waited this long for this?
This past Monday, the Sci Fi Channel ran a day long marathon of Land of the Lost episodes, of which I caught a couple. LOTL was never in the Star Trek class, being a Saturday morning show for kids, but it had a certain charm to it.
It had strong characters, and it had major science fiction writers, such as Norman Spinrad and Larry Niven, writing for the series, in addition to a few who had written for the original Star Trek.
Yeah, the special effects were cheesy, but science fiction fans are forgiving of that sort of thing, if the audience is treated with respect. Given the target audience, and the fact that the producers knew some adults were watching, the series holds up pretty well. The series has long held an affectionate place in people’s memories.
And it being the 1970s, we didn’t really have a whole lot of SF on TV at the time.
Fans have hoped for a Land of the Lost movie for a long-time - big budget, but remaining true to the characters, and the background of the show.
And so we get Will Ferrell.
No, thanks.
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Quote of the Day
Don't think there are no crocodiles because the water is calm. - Malayan proverb
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Jay Cole Jr. - Give this man a column!
Jay Cole Jr. sure seems to worry about gay people a lot, doesn’t he? Today’s letter in the NWA Times is just further proof of why they should retire poor John Terry and replace him with this young firebrand. He’s fun, he’s never boring, and he seems to have an endless list of folks who are responsible for the world’s ills.
In the Garden of Eden, the devil did not have to offer Eve the right to vote in order to enslave mankind to deceptive, gay politicians and their cruel tax-and-spend schemes. All the devil had to do to enslave mankind was to wait until Adam was not present to resist the serpent and then offer the woman another kind of fruit that God had forbidden, thus driving a wedge called sin between man and his creator. Eve voted when she took the first bite.
To get the full Jay Cole Jr. experience:
http://www.nwanews.com/nwat/Editorial/76899/
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The Queen of Purgatory
A lot of people know Guy Lancaster as the assistant editor of the Encyclopedia of Arkansas History and Culture, but now they can discover his talents as a writer of provocative fiction.
The Queen of Purgatory can be read on several levels, and is a book that requires the reader to read carefully, and actually go back and reread passages.
The book takes place in Parkin, Arkansas. One September morning, while the town is celebrating a re-enactment of Fernando de Soto's first meeting with the Casqui Indians, three local girls are having are having a momentous encounter of their own.
While playing in the local graveyard, the girls meet a woman they claim is the Virgin Mary. This sets off a firestorm in the staunchly conservative small town. Why are good Baptist girls, for example, being visited by the Virgin Mary? For the ignorant and religiously bigoted, this is incredibly offensive.
As a result, the town becomes a destination for those wishing to visit the graveyard, and perhaps see the Virgin Mary for themselves. And the local Baptist minister, seeking answers to the questions the entire town faces, discovers far more than he bargained for.
Along the way we encounter the local P.O.W. camp (left over from World War II), small town bigotry, suicide, a long-forgotten murder, and a device straight out of a science fiction novel.
But along the way, the message imparted by the image of the Virgin Mary hangs over all them all - "Remember your dead."
And it's because the people of Parkin haven't remembered their dead that is at the root of so many of the troubles and subplots in The Queen of Purgatory. Indeed, they haven't just forgotten their dead; in some cases, they seem to have gone through their entire lives, determined not to remember the dead, or the lessons they taught while they were alive.
This is an intriguing novel, and well worth looking into. If your local library doesn't have a copy, ask them to order one.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009 - 09:45:29
Telecommunications Board seats open
Some new blood has joined the Fayetteville Telecomm Board in the past few months, and while the TB has been criticized in the past for being in danger of becoming a debating society (with some individuals seemingly unaware that they are making the same points over and over, meeting after meeting), some real progress has been made of late.
Recent subcommittee meetings have marked a real sea change, and the TB will play an active role in the city’s attempts to fashion policies around the newer forms of social media, just as they have long done so.
Fayetteville is the only city in Arkansas with a Telecommunications Board, and it is something that we should all take pride in. Other cities lack the foresight to tackle the future the way that our city has.
If they deal with the issue at all, they will probably imitate what we have done.
If you are interested in telecommunications issues - be they the emerging world of Twitter, television, WiFi, or anything related - this may be the place you should be.
From the official Fayetteville description of the TB:
The purpose of the Telecommunications Board is to advise the City Council on telecommunication issues and to coordinate and oversee telecommunications franchise systems and use of the public rights of way designated for public access, educational, and governmental (PEG) use in the City of Fayetteville as part of the City’s telecommunication infrastructure.
Requirements for applicants:
Telecommunications infrastructure management, public policy development regarding communication and telecommunications issues, television, or other appropriate expertise. Members shall be registered voters and residents of the City of Fayetteville, and shall have resided therein for at least six months prior to their appointment.
Deadline is at the end of this week, so contact the City Clerk, if you are interested.
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Quote of the Day
There are some situations from which one can only escape by acting like a devil or a lunatic. - George Orwell
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Oops, I Did It Again Department
I just love the word community. How else to explain the fact that I used yesterday in the following sentence when I meant to say “committee”:
And while most members of the community seem well-represented on the community, there seems to be one glaring exception - Community Access Television.
Or maybe I was just lazy and didn’t proofread like I should have.
I’ll type. You decide.
Monday, May 25, 2009 - 09:54:22
Fayetteville's Social Media Committee - C.A.T. Missing in Action?
While Twittering at public meetings still seems to offend many people, most people are four square in favor of the social media committee,. And while most members of the community seem well-represented on the community, there seems to be one glaring exception - Community Access Television.
Long before Comrade Petty made an entrance on the seen, C.A.T. has been at the forefront of “social media” in Fayetteville. And when one says “long before,” one actually means over ten years. They have been working with the public on You Tube, and blogging, and all manner Internet related communications, besides public access television.
I know that people have informed Petty of this before, but , but many suspect that he prefers to come across (in his own universe, at least) as the pioneer in Fayetteville on these matters, and the truth is that he isn’t.
Far from it.
Then again, it ain’t like Petty has actually availed himself of the opportunity to actually learn about what the folks at the PEG center have been working on long before he came on the scene. It’s not he’s gone in, plopped himself down in a chair, and asked, “So, what have you guys been up to?”
This is what the gods call “irony,” since Petty is so quick to accuse others of not doing “research” when they criticize Twitter. Or when they make fun of it, like I have, on occasion.
Of course, whoever it was in City Hall who put this committee together and didn’t include a C.A.T. rep really screwed the pooch on this one, too.
For more information on the committee and on what C.A.T. has been up to:
http://www.nwanews.com/nwat/News/76849/
http://www.catfayetteville.org/
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Quote of the Day
Language may die at the hands of the schoolmen; it is regenerated by the poets. - Emmanuel Mounier, "Be Not Afraid"
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Standing up for Free Choice - because not everybody has one
The Arkansas AFL-CIO will be holding a Vigil for the Employee Free ChoiceAct at Senator Lincoln's office in Little Rock on this Wednesday, May 27th. In a supporting action, the Northwest Arkansas Labor Council will hold an informational picket at Senator Lincoln's office in Fayetteville from 4:30-5:30 on Wednesday, as well.
It will be at the corner of College Avenue and Mountain Street, outside the Federal Building.
Folks are invited to stop by and participate, even if only for a few minutes. EFCA signs will be available.
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In the finest tradition of Dan Coody
Fayetteville’s former mayor had a long-standing tendency to complain long and loud to whoever would listen about how he was being mistreated at any particular point by the local media. This Profile in Courage also extended to at least one member of his senior staff, who not only whined publicly about how she was being treated in local blogs (blogs, for crying out loud!) but also refused to attend certain city committee meetings because she claimed that he had been treated “rudely.”
Now comes along a particularly humorless alderman who mutters darkly about manufactured controversy" concerning one of his proposed measures.
Manufactured controversy? Well, at least he hasn’t accused folks of being in a conspiracy against him - yet.
The traditional advice one gives elected officials in this sort of situation is this - if you want love, buy a dog. But that’s probably not a good idea. The damn dog would probably hurt his feelings three times before breakfast . . .
Sunday, May 24, 2009 - 09:58:43
1968: The year we pulled Mr. Spear down
In 1968, while my father was stationed at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri, it was great misfortune to attend Knob Noster Junior High School, as intellectually repressive an environment as one is likely to encounter. Though it was probably pretty typical for the 1960s, I suppose.
We had one great teacher that year, Mr. Spear, who was brought down by his own honesty, and the immaturity of his students. This Memorial Day piece is dedicated to him.
1968: The year we pulled Mr. Spear down
The story of an honest teacher and his immature students
Written by Richard S. Drake
We all have teachers that stand out in our memory, teachers that take the daily humdrum memorization of facts and figures that make up school life and make them come alive.
For me, the first teacher that fits into that category was Mr. Treble, our fourth grade teacher who taught us about the Renaissance. I don't remember much about that experience, but I do remember that we looked at lots of paintings - and some of those paintings included - oh, boy! - naked women.
Mr. Treble had our complete, undivided attention during these lessons. He probably also taught us subjects like arithmetic and reading, but I don't really remember any of that stuff.
The truth is, though, that most of our teachers, as hard-working as they may be, don't stand out in our memories. And it is the rare teacher who can break through to the shallow mind of a teenager. Sometimes we just don't how to respond to such a teacher.
No one teacher really stands out in my mind after fourth grade, until my eighth grade social studies teacher, Mr. Spear.
Actually, I need to clarify that. He was my second eighth grade social studies teacher, since I had failed eighth grade the year before. I have all kinds of excuses, but who cares after 40 years?
At the time I encountered Mr. Spear my father was stationed at Whiteman Air Force base in Missouri, and so I spent my junior high school years in Knob Noster, just outside the base. In 1968, the year our story takes place, the United States was an exciting place, to say the least.
Civil rights marches, the space program, assassinations, riots, and a little thing called Vietnam occupied the headlines.
I'm not sure if it was the proximity of the Air Force base, or just the tenor of the times, but Knob Noster Junior High School was a very conservative place to find one self. I recall the basketball coach
reprimanding the team - not because they had lost the game night before, because they hadn't - but because the opposing team had better (shorter) haircuts than they did.
It was the sort of place where they measured skirts - on students and teachers alike - and would send you home if your skirt was too short.
And the assemblies! Every few weeks we'd have an assembly designed to remind us of our patriotic duties. I recall one body builder who came, hoisting barbells and doing jumping jacks, while issuing calls to action between gasps for breath. The only one I recall clearly after all these years is this his saying grimly:
"Some people oppose the war. They call themselves conscientious objectors. I call ‘em cowards."
There may be a belief on the part of civilians that military dependents (brats) will automatically be conservative, and follow the government line. This is not nearly as true as you might think it is. But in 1968, it was true for me.
But my youthful conservatism aside, coming into Mr. Spear's Social Studies class was a revelation. World events didn't have to boring, and neither did teachers. We could have engaged conversations in class.
Mr. Spear was great at using analogies in teaching about American history, though only this one has stayed with me over the decades.
We had reached the chapter on the war of 1812, and the events leading up to it.
Discussing the general ineffectiveness of the American response the British navy impressing American seamen, Mr. Spear explained it this way:
Black Bart has come upon your ranch and killed your parents, shot your dog and kidnaped your sister. You follow the outlaw all across the West and finally find him in a saloon.
You say, "Black Bart, did you kill my parents, burn down our ranch, shoot my dog sand kidnap my sister?"
Black Bart looks you over and snarls, "Yes, I did. What are you gonna do about it?”
At this point you look sternly at him and say, "Well, Black Bart, you'd just better stop that."
Mr. Spear had a way of making history come alive for bored eighth graders. But one day, Mr. Spear went a little too far; he thought he could trust us.
We were discussing religion in class. Who can even say how the subject came up? Someone asked the teacher what religion he was, and he answered, "I'm an agnostic."
Well, nothing dramatic happened; the world didn't stop turning on it's axis. But what came later was an embarrassment to almost everyone involved.
The idea that in 1968 a teacher might be an agnostic was fascinating to enough of us that we went home and shared the news with our parents, who promptly called the school principal and complained about it.
A few days later, Mr. Spear had to apologize to the entire class for his remark. I'm sure that it was as difficult for him as it was for us. Most of us saw no need for an apology; it was our parents who went ballistic.
He seemed a lot more careful about off-the-cuff remarks for the rest of the school year. In the spring he left to join the military. I later heard that he had gone to Vietnam and may have been shot down.
Social Studies just wasn't as much fun after he left.
I think that part of the problem was that we encountered Mr. Spear at the wrong time in our lives. The next year my father was transferred to Germany, and I spent most of my high school years in Europe. Not only my political and social viewpoints changed, but also my relationship with teachers.
Not that we were that much more mature, but I think that most of us understood that we didn't need to go home and rat on teachers when they said something out of the ordinary.
Schools on military bases aren't "military schools," as one sees in movies, but schools for military dependents, run by civilians. I don't know what things are like now, but given the times, it was an exciting time to be in high school. Few subjects seemed to be off-limits.
Ah, Miss Hayman - I remember the short story you read to the class, with the clumsy young boy kissing the young girl, and whispering in her ear, "This is how you f**k."
Miss Harrold, our Social Studies teacher playing us Tom Lehrer in class? And Mr. Hogue, our journalism teacher, occasionally giving military vehicles the finger whenever he'd see them outside our classroom window?
And assigned reading in Junior English? A choice between Islands in the Stream, The Greening of America and Eldridge Cleaver's Soul on Ice.
Long before those cheesy ads for Las Vegas, we knew that what happened in school stayed in school. I met Mr. Spear too early, and though I appreciated him and his method of teaching, I was too young to understand that you didn't need to go running home to Mommy and Daddy at the drop of a hat.
I'd like to think that Mr. Spear would have been a lot more comfortable at Zweibrucken, where I spent three years of high school But we'll never know now.
Last month I finally checked the names of the Vietnam war dead, and found Mr. Spear's name. So it's not much, but this one's for you, Mr. Spear.
Richard S. Drake is the author of a science fiction novel, "Freedom Run," and "Ozark Mosaic: Adventures in Arkansas Alternative Journalism, 1990-2002."
Little Rock Free Press - January, 2008
1968: The year we pulled Mr. Spear down
In 1968, while my father was stationed at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri, it was great misfortune to attend Knob Noster Junior High School, as intellectually repressive an environment as one is likely to encounter. Though it was probably pretty typical for the 1960s, I suppose.
We had one great teacher that year, Mr. Spear, who was brought down by his own honesty, and the immaturity of his students. This Memorial Day piece is dedicated to him.
1968: The year we pulled Mr. Spear down
The story of an honest teacher and his immature students
Written by Richard S. Drake
We all have teachers that stand out in our memory, teachers that take the daily humdrum memorization of facts and figures that make up school life and make them come alive.
For me, the first teacher that fits into that category was Mr. Treble, our fourth grade teacher who taught us about the Renaissance. I don't remember much about that experience, but I do remember that we looked at lots of paintings - and some of those paintings included - oh, boy! - naked women.
Mr. Treble had our complete, undivided attention during these lessons. He probably also taught us subjects like arithmetic and reading, but I don't really remember any of that stuff.
The truth is, though, that most of our teachers, as hard-working as they may be, don't stand out in our memories. And it is the rare teacher who can break through to the shallow mind of a teenager. Sometimes we just don't how to respond to such a teacher.
No one teacher really stands out in my mind after fourth grade, until my eighth grade social studies teacher, Mr. Spear.
Actually, I need to clarify that. He was my second eighth grade social studies teacher, since I had failed eighth grade the year before. I have all kinds of excuses, but who cares after 40 years?
At the time I encountered Mr. Spear my father was stationed at Whiteman Air Force base in Missouri, and so I spent my junior high school years in Knob Noster, just outside the base. In 1968, the year our story takes place, the United States was an exciting place, to say the least.
Civil rights marches, the space program, assassinations, riots, and a little thing called Vietnam occupied the headlines.
I'm not sure if it was the proximity of the Air Force base, or just the tenor of the times, but Knob Noster Junior High School was a very conservative place to find one self. I recall the basketball coach
reprimanding the team - not because they had lost the game night before, because they hadn't - but because the opposing team had better (shorter) haircuts than they did.
It was the sort of place where they measured skirts - on students and teachers alike - and would send you home if your skirt was too short.
And the assemblies! Every few weeks we'd have an assembly designed to remind us of our patriotic duties. I recall one body builder who came, hoisting barbells and doing jumping jacks, while issuing calls to action between gasps for breath. The only one I recall clearly after all these years is this his saying grimly:
"Some people oppose the war. They call themselves conscientious objectors. I call ‘em cowards."
There may be a belief on the part of civilians that military dependents (brats) will automatically be conservative, and follow the government line. This is not nearly as true as you might think it is. But in 1968, it was true for me.
But my youthful conservatism aside, coming into Mr. Spear's Social Studies class was a revelation. World events didn't have to boring, and neither did teachers. We could have engaged conversations in class.
Mr. Spear was great at using analogies in teaching about American history, though only this one has stayed with me over the decades.
We had reached the chapter on the war of 1812, and the events leading up to it.
Discussing the general ineffectiveness of the American response the British navy impressing American seamen, Mr. Spear explained it this way:
Black Bart has come upon your ranch and killed your parents, shot your dog and kidnaped your sister. You follow the outlaw all across the West and finally find him in a saloon.
You say, "Black Bart, did you kill my parents, burn down our ranch, shoot my dog sand kidnap my sister?"
Black Bart looks you over and snarls, "Yes, I did. What are you gonna do about it?”
At this point you look sternly at him and say, "Well, Black Bart, you'd just better stop that."
Mr. Spear had a way of making history come alive for bored eighth graders. But one day, Mr. Spear went a little too far; he thought he could trust us.
We were discussing religion in class. Who can even say how the subject came up? Someone asked the teacher what religion he was, and he answered, "I'm an agnostic."
Well, nothing dramatic happened; the world didn't stop turning on it's axis. But what came later was an embarrassment to almost everyone involved.
The idea that in 1968 a teacher might be an agnostic was fascinating to enough of us that we went home and shared the news with our parents, who promptly called the school principal and complained about it.
A few days later, Mr. Spear had to apologize to the entire class for his remark. I'm sure that it was as difficult for him as it was for us. Most of us saw no need for an apology; it was our parents who went ballistic.
He seemed a lot more careful about off-the-cuff remarks for the rest of the school year. In the spring he left to join the military. I later heard that he had gone to Vietnam and may have been shot down.
Social Studies just wasn't as much fun after he left.
I think that part of the problem was that we encountered Mr. Spear at the wrong time in our lives. The next year my father was transferred to Germany, and I spent most of my high school years in Europe. Not only my political and social viewpoints changed, but also my relationship with teachers.
Not that we were that much more mature, but I think that most of us understood that we didn't need to go home and rat on teachers when they said something out of the ordinary.
Schools on military bases aren't "military schools," as one sees in movies, but schools for military dependents, run by civilians. I don't know what things are like now, but given the times, it was an exciting time to be in high school. Few subjects seemed to be off-limits.
Ah, Miss Hayman - I remember the short story you read to the class, with the clumsy young boy kissing the young girl, and whispering in her ear, "This is how you f**k."
Miss Harrold, our Social Studies teacher playing us Tom Lehrer in class? And Mr. Hogue, our journalism teacher, occasionally giving military vehicles the finger whenever he'd see them outside our classroom window?
And assigned reading in Junior English? A choice between Islands in the Stream, The Greening of America and Eldridge Cleaver's Soul on Ice.
Long before those cheesy ads for Las Vegas, we knew that what happened in school stayed in school. I met Mr. Spear too early, and though I appreciated him and his method of teaching, I was too young to understand that you didn't need to go running home to Mommy and Daddy at the drop of a hat.
I'd like to think that Mr. Spear would have been a lot more comfortable at Zweibrucken, where I spent three years of high school But we'll never know now.
Last month I finally checked the names of the Vietnam war dead, and found Mr. Spear's name. So it's not much, but this one's for you, Mr. Spear.
Richard S. Drake is the author of a science fiction novel, "Freedom Run," and "Ozark Mosaic: Adventures in Arkansas Alternative Journalism, 1990-2002."
Little Rock Free Press - January, 2008
Thursday, May 21, 2009 - 10:39:33
Blanche Lambert Lincoln - can't a real Democrat be found to run against this pretender?
A lot has been written lately speculating on possible Republican opposition for Blanche lambert Lincoln, come next next election. Well, instead of thinking about that, here’s a different question to ponder:
When will a Democrat challenge her?
Lincoln, whom the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette sometimes fondly ferers to to as “Miss Blanche” - a term that should make her skin crawl - is one of the notorious “Blue Dog Democrats,” or “moderate” Democrats, if you will.
Firmly in the pocket of business interests, she will always vote their way over the needs of common humanity. Yet she handily wins each election. It is as though no one is really paying attention, or in disgust, figures that Lincoln (with her occasional nods to social justice) is the best that we can do.
One sort of gives up on Mark Pryor, I think, in this sort of discussion. But Lincoln still manages to charm the folks at home into believing that her heart is in the right place, when it may just may firmly lie with those who write her the biggest checks. Lincoln is considered by many to be a reliable vote on key GOP issues.
In truth, Lincoln may be yet another in that fine tradition of Southern “Democrats” who join the party out of convenience, and not any real core beliefs.
We deserve better than this.
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Quote of the Day
The arm of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice. - Martin Luther King Jr.
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On the Air - Arkansas ACLU/Act One Lawsuit
One of the plaintiffs in the ACLU Act One lawsuit, Vickie Kelley, will be the guest on my show next week.
In November, Arkansas voters passed Act One, which barred those who are unmarried couples from adopting children in the state of Arkansas. This also extends to foster parenting.
The Family Council, which spearheaded the Act One campaign, claimed that one of its goals was to stop the furtherance of the "gay agenda" in Arkansas.
Some months ago, several families joined with the American Civil Liberties Union, filing a lawsuit seeking to strike down the new law, with the ACLU making the case that Act 1 violates the federal and state constitutional rights to equal protection and due process.
Among those participating in the case is Northwest Arkansas resident Vickie Kelley, a grandmother who lives with her partner of nine years. Kelley and her partner also raised her partner's daughter together.
Kelley will discuss the emotional impact November's vote had on her personally, and the consequences, should anything happen to her grandchildren, should anything happen to their parents.
Kelley's son Cary, and his wife, Trina, are also participants in the ACLU lawsuit.
C.A.T. is shown on Channel 18 of the Cox Channel line-up in Fayetteville. Those outside the Fayetteville viewing area can see the program online at:
www.catfayetteville.org
Programs online are shown in "real time," meaning that they are shown at the same time as they are shown on C.A.T.
Show days and times
Monday - May 25 (7pm)
Tuesday - May 26 (noon)
Saturday - May 30 (6pm)
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Congratulations to UA’s DeAnna Pratt Swearingen
The UA’s DeAnna Pratt Swearingen, who has been ranked the Number One law student in Arkansas,.has just received her Juris Doctorate from the University of Arkansas, and will be pursuing her major in LLM in International Legal Studies at New York University.
Years ago, I worked with DeAnna’s husband, Matt, in the chemical lab at Superior Industries.
Once again, congratulations.
Time to for you to go, Pat Gazzola
Long-time C.A.T. critic visits with new head honcho of Government Channel
Henry Griffith - Because everyone deserves a song
When good listservs go bad
Television networks willing participants in their own destruction
Fayetteville's Telecomm Board Internet Sub-committee meeting announced - Twitterites, please take note
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