Why I am Boycotting Discovery Network

Today is a sad day for me. I’ve decided to put my money where my mouth is and boycott Discovery Network and all its channels. This is hard for me; I love Discovery Channel, Animal Planet and TLC. This means saying goodbye to some of my favorite shows—shows like Planet Earth, Cash Cab, and Myth Busters on Discovery; Pit Bulls and Parolees (I know, I know, but I love seeing Bullys gets a break and find good homes) on Animal Planet; and What Not to Wear on TLC. Why am I boycotting these channels? Because Discovery has decided to pay Sarah Palin $1.2 million per episode for “Sarah Palin’s Alaska.” To me, this is a grotesque attempt to put a favorable face on a woman who is no friend to Alaska’s environment or wildlife. Why would Discovery give Sarah Palin a show? It boggles the mind, after all they have great programming. Could it have anything to do with COO, Peter Ligouri’s history with—drum roll please—you guessed it, Fox Broadcast Co.

Shame on you Discovery! Shame on you, shame on you, shame on you. As Alaska’s governor, Sarah Palin accelerated the cruel aerial wolf-hunting program, wanting to pay a bounty of $150 for each wolf’s forelimb. I’m sure that won’t be part of the show, but it should be, for that is Sarah Palin’s Alaska! Maybe that can be Episode One. Imagine it, up we go in a small plane with Sarah Palin as our guide, over beautiful snow covered mountains. Wait, what’s that? It’s a beautiful gray wolf, and oh, how precious, her cubs.

BLAM!   BLAM!   BLAM!

What the fuck was that? As the plane turns to make another pass we see the red-stained snow and the young wolf cubs running for cover, but hesitantly, not wanting to leave their downed mother. Pan back into the plane, to Sarah with her smoking rifle and “you betcha” smile. Maybe we can even land and watch while Sarah takes the forelimb as a souvenir of her kill.

In Episode Two, maybe we can go with Sarah to Pebble Mine while they dump cyanide and mining waste into streams that empty into Bristol Bay, home to the largest sockeye salmon run in the world. After all, Discovery, you have to know that Sarah made a personal appeal to Alaskan voters to oppose a ballot measure to stop the dumping. Oh and wait, the show gets even better, perhaps in Episode Three we can follow Sarah to polar bear habitats, those that remain, while she explains why the polar bear should NOT be listed on the threatened species list.  You know of course, Discovery, that she actually sued to challenge this listing.

Episode Four would have to be in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge and the Cook Inlet, home to beluga whales. Sarah can hike us in, in her brand new parka and snow shoes, all the while expanding upon how this beautiful setting would make a great backdrop for oil and gas drilling. Can’t you just see the rigs standing out starkly against the pristine snow?  Maybe she’ll even treat us to her infamous catchphrase, “Drill, Baby, Drill.”

It is irreprehensible that Discovery is making Sarah Palin the face of Alaska, in all her glory (Alaska’s, not Sarah’s) and bounty she provides to the people, animals, and eco-systems that make their lives there.  So, instead of just spouting off at the mouth, which I know I can tend to do, I’m putting my money where my mouth is. I will no longer support Discovery Network or any of its channels by watching its programs. And I hope that you will join me.

A Veteran's Day Tribute

Thursday being Veteran's Day, I sat down to write about two veterans: my uncle, Guy Otto, and my father-in-law, Arnold Cotton, when I realized that I didn’t really know anything about my uncle’s time in the service other than that he was a fighter pilot in the Air Force during WWII. So I did what any sensible person would do, I googled him, and there he was on a website for the 82nd Fighter Group, 97th Fighter Squadron. I thought I’d share a some of his story and wait to write about Arnold another day.

First Lt. Guy Otto joined the Air Force in August 1944 when he was 21 years old.  He flew 50 missions over Austria, Germany, Yugoslavia, Czech, and Italy between October 1944 and April 1945. That’s a lot of flight time; just over 244 hours. He took his first flight on his 22nd birthday on October 8, 1944. After an hour-and-a-half in the air he lost an engine in the P-38, but managed to land the plane without incident. Just eight days later he was escorting B-24’s over Austria when he had his first experience with FLAK (anti air-craft gunfire); he later wrote “scary” beside this entry in his flight log, and a couple weeks later he wrote that he “finally got to fire the guns and cannon.”

Some of his missions were to drop chaff (small fibers that reflect radar signals) or escort bombers. In November 1944 he flew his first dive bombing mission where he successfully bombed highways to disrupt troop movement in Yugoslavia. The next day found him on his first Droop Snoot mission to bomb a depot in Oseppo, Italy, and then back to Yugoslavia the following day on another dive bombing mission, which he wrote about in his log as “very harrowing, having to fly down river valleys on the approach to the bridge actually below some of the hilltops where the enemy could fire down on us. This is the worst for the tail end fighter whose job it [is] to take gun camera film of the damage to the target.”


P-38

In March 1945 he was assigned his first squadron lead in a fighter sweep over Zagreb, Yugoslavia. He wrote home that this will “give you gray hairs quickly.” The following day, he was escorting an unarmed photo reconnaissance aircraft in Munich when he was attacked near the target area by a ME-262, a German jet-powered fighter aircraft (the world’s first) considered to have been the most advanced German aviation design during World War II. He wrote that the ME-262 pilot “almost got close enough to be part of the formation, but left when we dropped our spare tanks and turned into him.”

His next bombing mission wasn’t until April 1945 when he spent several days bombing railroad bridges in Germany. On April 8th after bombing a bridge he made a “fighter sweep over some marshalling railroad yards [and] was credited with 2 1/3 locomotives.” He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross for this mission. Several days later he was again bombing railroad bridges, this time in Austria. When he returned he found that several holes had been blown into the bottom of his plane by the rocks that are thrown up from the bombs, evidence of the dangers involved with dive bombing. He also received the Air Medal and 4 Bronze Oak Leaf Clusters—the bronze oak leaf cluster represents second and subsequent awards of the Air Medal (2nd awarded on March 13, 1944; 3rd on April 16, 1994; and 4th on June 4, 1945. I couldn’t find records for the award of the Air Medal and 1st Oak Leaf Cluster).

The Distinguished Flying Cross

Awarded to aviators and aircrew for heroism and/or extraordinary achievement during aerial flight, the Distinguished Flying Cross is the only medal conferred by all five military services, in all wars and campaigns from World War I to the present.

On April 22nd, during an armed recon mission in Italy, Guy’s wingman, Lt. Hollingsworth was shot down after they encountered heavy machinegun fire. They were flying at low altitude over what appeared to be an abandoned government building. Lt. Hollingsworth was captured as a POW and was liberated on Victory in Europe Day.

The Air Medal

Awarded to any person who, while serving in any capacity in or with the armed forces of the United States, shall have distinguished himself by meritorious achievement while participating in aerial flight. Awards may be made to recognize single acts of merit or heroism or for meritorious service. Award of the Air Medal is primarily intended to recognize those personnel who are on current crew member or non-crew member flying status which requires them to participate in aerial flight on a regular and frequent basis in the performance of their primary duties. However, it may also be awarded to certain other individuals whose combat duties require regular and frequent flying in other than a passenger status or individuals who perform a particularly noteworthy act while performing the function of a crew member but who are not on flying status. These individuals must make a discernible contribution to the operational land combat mission or to the mission of the aircraft in flight.

Guy flew his last mission on April 26, 1945 and was awaiting transportation to the United States when the war ended.

200,000 Well-behaved People Rally for Sanity

Mr. Man and I flew to Washington, DC on Friday night to attend the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear.  We got up early on Saturday morning and walked to the Farragut North Metro Station.  Waiting on the platform we were surprised by the small number of people waiting for the train, but when it rolled in, it was tightly packed. We barely managed to squeeze on. Getting off at the Chinatown station to change to the green line we waited in a long line of people to get up the escalator. The air was charged. People were smiling and laughing, anxious and excited to get to the rally. We jumped on another crowded train to the Archives Station and walked up 7th Street with hundreds of others, picking up stickers, cones, and towels from volunteers along the way. 





Arriving at the Mall around 9:15am, we immediately made our way toward the stage.  It was packed and moving was slow.  The closer we got, the tighter it became.  At times, we were literally walking shoulder-to-shoulder, squeezing through any opening we could find.  Finally finding a spot on the right side of the stage about 100 yards back with a large screen just ahead, we settled in. 

It was quiet considering the number of people; everyone peacefully waiting for the rally to begin. We talked with others about where they were from and made friends with those immediately around us, and passed the time looking at the signs and the costumes.  By 11:00am they were no longer allowing anyone to enter the front section where we were as it had reached capacity.

The show was, at times, slow but it didn’t matter; we were there.  I thought Colbert in particular was over the top at times, he was almost a caricature of his character.  Myth Busters’ Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage took the stage early on and had the crowd do the wave, beginning at the front of the stage and ending in the back, wherever that was.  It was an incredible sight! When they had us do it again, just women, followed by just men, they timed it; it took almost a full minute to reach the back.

Sam Waterson read a poem by Colbert, "Are You Sure?".  The highlight was when Yusuf Islam (you may remember him as Cat Stevens) took the stage to sing “Peace Train.” He was interrupted by Colbert who then introduced Ozzy Osbourne. There was a roar from the crowd at the opening notes to “Crazy Train.” The interruptions went back and forth until the duo left the stage. From off stage we heard a voice, "love" it said.  It was the lead singer of the O’Jays, who took the stage to sing “Love Train.”

We were also treated to performances by John Legend and the Roots, who actually got the show started, Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow, Mavis Staples and Jeff Tweedy (Wilco), and Tony Bennett who closed the show with “America the Beautiful.”

The day was inspiring and as I listened to Jon Stewart’s closing speech, I was grateful to have experienced it. I am still awed by the knowledge that 200,000+ people—young, old and middle-aged; black, white and brown; Christians, Jews and Muslims—can come together and stand shoulder-to-shoulder without anger, or judgment, or as Stewart would say “douchiness.”

Tour of Homes

Study

It has been over two weeks since the Tour of Homes, and with preparing for the Open Studio, there hasn't been much time to write about it. We spent eight weeks getting the house in order (this was the best reason to justify doing a lot of things we've put off over the years).  Armed with paint and paint brushes, I refreshed all the trim in the house and painted four rooms.  And that bookcase that's been waiting to be "finished" for 10 years? Done.  I even managed to talk Mr. Man into buying a couple of rugs, something we had been putting off until our aging pets were gone.


The last week before the tour was spent cleaning and staging (never thought I'd use that word outside of talking about HGTV). My house hasn't been this clean in a long time. And of course with the Open Studio following two weeks later, we managed to keep it that way.


McCoy & Niloak pottery on dining room mantel

Although we didn't officially keep count, there were approximately 200 people through the house over the course of the weekend.  My brother, Troy drove over from Columbus and spent the day greeting people on the porch, checking tickets, and directing them on what not to miss.  He did a really great job of plugging the art in the central hallway as this is now my gallery.  I hung around inside, answering questions and inviting those who seemed interested to the Open Studio.

Central Hallway/Gallery

One of the tour participants, a slightly frumpy, socially awkward gentleman, questioned my use of three colors in the dining room; when I explained that the lighter (third) color between the picture molding and the crown molding helped draw the eye upward to the height of the ceiling, he obnoxiously told me it wasn't necessary.  I bit my tongue and sent him outside to see the chickens and let Mr. Man deal with him.

Den

Almost everyone went out back to see the chickens, even on Sunday when it rained all day—Mr. Man had a large umbrella on the back steps so that those who wanted to visit the coop could do so without getting wet. 

Penny, Letty, Matilda & Buffy

Mr. Man spent most of the weekend in the backyard talking about the chickens, patio, and landscaping.

Back patio

While our volunteers manned the front porch and back of the house directing people upstairs.


Guestroom

 All in all it was a great experience, but not one I'm looking to repeat anytime soon. In all honesty, by Sunday afternoon I just wanted all those people out of my house.