Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts

Friday, December 10, 2021

16 years of blogging?

It seems hard to believe, but I started this blog -- which was actually my second effort at blogging (get it?) -- in December 2005. We have just passed this site's 16th anniversary.

I still had a kid in grade school in 2005. In the years that followed all five of my children have graduated from college and gotten married. Three of my five children have children of their own at this point; Long Suffering Spouse and I have been blessed with 10 grandchildren so far. I have chronicled some of these events here.

I have no doubt written some things in the course of those years that I would disagree with today. Thinking people modify their opinions and revise their views as new information becomes available. As they (hopefully) grow in wisdom and experience. My wife or my children or grandchildren might wince if they were ever to read through the archives here in any depth. Certainly there have been occasions were I have griped about this child, or that one, or written some things that might have been embarrassing for them. Then.

Then again, this has been an anonymous blog. So the members of my family did not know what I wrote about them when I wrote it. If they ever do read it -- perhaps when I am gone -- they may enjoy it. I hope so. Even when they see where I have occasionally exaggerated for comic effect or narrative clarity. Or given Long Suffering Spouse the most cutting lines.

In my writing I have always tried to avoid saying anything that would embarrass me if read from the pulpit at church. I think that's a good rule for anyone who writes, online or off. In the course of 16 years I may have been better at it some times than others.

My first blog was created when Older Daughter was studying in Spain, during her junior year of college. I found it convenient to create a Blogger account (a different one than the ones I use now) in order to leave comments on the blog that Older Daughter created while she was overseas. At some point, probably because my comments on her blog became too lengthy, I created a blog of my own. Things sort of evolved from there.

So, in a way, this is all her fault.

Sorry. Inside family joke: Older Daughter feels that she is blamed for everything. Which is absolutely not true. I blame her siblings for things, too. Sometimes I even blame myself... probably nowhere near as often as I should... but such is life.

Anyway, Older Daughter came back from Spain and at some point thereafter I started this blog without telling anyone at all.

And I was shocked to find that I had no readers. Hmmmmm.

From those inauspicious beginnings, I actually built something of an audience. I was totally geeked in 2007 to welcome my "20,000th visitor" -- 20,000 page views seemed like a lot to me, then. At my peak I probably had two or three dozen regular visitors, most of them generous with their comments. It was a little community.

But time marches on. Some readers moved on with their lives. Some passed away. By 2013 I stopped posting as much. From 136 posts in 2013, to 40 in 2014, to 20 in 2015. In 2020 I did not post at all. (I was too busy, I suppose, hoarding toilet paper.)

And I was shocked to find that I'd lost the little audience I'd had. Hmmmm.

Actually, last month I had 1,957 page views here, according to Blogger. That would have thrilled me in 2007. Perhaps the Blogger counting system is more generous than the old Sitemeter. But I doubt they are that different. But the 40 or 50 or 60 daily visitors I have now don't give me that same 'community' vibe I had here in 2007 through about 2012.

At this point, 16 years in, what I've got here is inventory -- 1,982 published posts and counting. Maybe I can yet build something on or from this.

Seems to me to be worth a try. After all... 16 years... I've had this site open now for about a quarter of my life.

Happy Blogaversary to me.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Curmudgeon vents about laboring in obscurity -- even when he's out in the open

As I've mentioned here before, I also write a blog under my given name.

It's actually fairly popular -- a thousand page views a day is not uncommon these days, sometimes more. This week, lots more. I've won awards for the blog, and prominent people have told me it provides a genuine service. It recently was mentioned in a news article in a genuine newspaper. You know, a major metropolitan daily.

But no one in my family, and no one among my close friends, actually reads the damned thing.

A friend of 40 years told me not long ago that he did stumble across an article on my real-life blog -- he was researching a particular topic, and my article came up. What's more, he told me, he agreed with the position I took. And, yes, he did look shocked about it. I'll have to look at your blog again, he told me.

I don't know whether he has or hasn't. But judging by everyone else in my immediate acquaintance, I doubt it.

I wonder if this happens to writers who make a living from what they publish.

I kind of doubt it, don't you?

Can you imagine J.K. Rowling at a Rowling family reunion, making small talk with a cousin? J.K. makes some offhand reference to Harry Potter and Cousin Reginald just gives her a blank look. Harry who? he asks.

Of course that couldn't happen. J.K. could show up at that reunion in a limo the size of Luxembourg (whether she does or doesn't is irrelevant -- she could if she wanted to). All her friends and relations (including all sorts of relations she probably didn't know she had 25 years ago) would cheerfully follow her around anywhere she cared to lead, all waving wands and slurping pumpkin juice, if she asked them to.

Why? Because J.K. Rowling has made tens, if not hundreds, of millions from her writing.

Me? I've made tens, and maybe even a few hundreds of dollars from my blog. Not quite the same thing.

But, for cryin' out loud, if you can't get friends and family to read what you write, how can you hope to turn those tens or hundreds into tens or hundreds of thousands?

Yeah, I can't figure that out either.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Not quite done yet

My real-life blog takes up all my blogging time these days. My real life takes up most of my blogging time.

I miss the work I've done here -- and all the work I've done in my head and never committed to writing.

Each day that passes without my coming back here makes it harder to come back at all. Do I have to explain what I've been up to? I don't have time to write about all that's happened in my life -- some good, some bad, some inevitable -- especially since my object always is to tease a coherent and, hopefully, amusing narrative from my recollections. I have finally decided that, when I come back, I should just keep going, without looking back. That would leave lots of 'new' stuff for the book anyway.

So that's what I will do.

Probably.

But not today. I have too much else going on right now.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Curmudgeon finally buys two Ken Levine books online

Four years ago I did a post here about überblogger Ken Levine's then-new book, Where the Hell Am I? (Trips I Have Survived). I wanted to buy the book, I said, but I was afraid.

The problem was that the book was available only online. I'm hope I'm not open to a charge of being afraid of the Internet, not after blogging, albeit sporadically, for a decade. Nor was I afraid of Amazon in particular -- but I was (and am) afraid of the State of Illinois. (Have you seen our new billionaire governor?)

The State of Illinois did not impose sales tax on Amazon purchases; instead, it relied on Illinois-based Amazon shoppers to fork over the sales tax on all their Amazon purchases voluntarily, when they paid their state income tax.

See? I can be as funny as Ken Levine -- just by relating the actual facts.

I simply was not going to get into a beef with my home state over whether I did or did not remember every purchase and the absolute safest way to do that was to purchase nothing. Which I did.

This year, however, Amazon and Illinois have reached an accord -- Amazon is willing to open up some facility in Illinois and has consented, in return, to charge Illinois tax to Illinois residents on Amazon purchases. Plus, I needed new razor blades (which my son-in-law had heretofore purchased for me -- online -- and I'm sure he paid all taxes when due). The razor blades came to about $8, but I needed to spend $50 for free shipping.

Among the purchases I made to reach that threshold were two of Ken Levine's books, his current novel, Must Kill TV, and his book about the year he spent broadcasting for the Baltimore Orioles, It's Gone! ...No, Wait a Minute....

Well.

If you like your comedy black, you can't get much darker than Must Kill TV. It is wicked, knowing satire and many themes will be familiar to Ken Levine's blog readers. A thriller as well as a satire, the plot pivots dramatically from page to page. Some twists I liked better than others. One, near the end, literally did make me laugh out loud. (My fellow Blue Line commuters were alarmed by this.)

But... how can I say this? I liked the baseball book better. Not just because I like baseball -- as this is posted, my seasonal sidebar is in full baseball mode -- but because Must Kill TV can be, well, stressful. Maybe I take things too seriously. After all, I'm the guy who mourns when my village is destroyed in Clash of Clans. I take two blood pressure pills a day. I don't watch horror movies. (If I want to be frightened, I tell my kids, I look at my checkbook.) So I'm reading Must Kill TV on the train and watching poor Charles Muncie make still another poor choice and, in my mind, I'm yelling at him, don't do it! -- and then he does. And I had to put the book down for awhile. (I think I was only yelling in my mind -- but, come to think of it, my fellow Blue Line commuters seemed a little more nervous than usual that evening....)

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Time to reset the sidebar again -- baseball edition

Well, I've always been a recycling enthusiast. When you have a long running blog, why not collect and recycle some pieces that may be of interest to persons who have not been following me for since I started this blog in December 2005?

Chances are, the way people drift in and out of my blogging world, most of you who happen on this post will not have read most, if any, these baseball-themed posts, which are now added to the blog sidebar as well. Submitted for your approval:

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Hello, neglected blog

Yes, I know it's been awhile since I visited. I'm sorry.

I haven't abandoned the online world. Actually, I've posted at least 100 posts since anything last appeared here -- but these were on my real-world blogs, under my own name.

I'd explain, but the explanation would give away my secret identity and, of course, we can't have that now, can we?

I miss this blog, but the world intervenes.

Indeed, I've just finished printing up a bunch of cases for me to read on the train tonight -- if I can find a seat (by no means certain) -- so I can work on an appellate brief I've promised... and abandoned... and promised again... while I was busy working on the real life blogs.

It's a funny thing. I don't get paid to blog, but there's some psychic satisfaction in the act of writing. I'm supposed to make my living from the practice of law -- but I too seldom get paid. And almost never without a struggle. Meanwhile, people -- some of them Important People -- tell me they like my real-life blog. I can't buy groceries with compliments, of course, but it provides satisfaction in a way that a check doesn't. Especially when I've had to beg and scrape and whimper and plead and yell and scream and beg some more to finally, eventually, at long last get that check.

Thank goodness for family to keep one's priorities in order. Not only do they spend the money I bring home much faster than I can bring it home -- thereby reminding me to keep begging and whining, etc. -- they resolutely refuse to see any value or utility in my real-life blog, even when I showed them a recent email from one of the aforementioned Important People thanking me for my efforts. "That's nice," Younger Daughter said, handing it back to me, "but where is the remote for the TV?" "That's nice," said Long Suffering Spouse, "but can he get you a job that pays money?"

Cassandra, I say. A prophet is always without honor in his own country, I say. They are unimpressed.

But I should be able to visit more often soon.

That way, you can soon be unimpressed again, too.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Updated for your convenience

The good news about my blogging for over eight years now is that, no matter how long you've been reading Second Effort, you probably haven't seen everything I've put on offer. (While that may actually be a good thing, we'll defer taking up that question to a different day.) Anyway, if click over here and there's nothing new, there's no reason to go away mad or stop your subscription or delete your bookmark. Pick a month and a year in the archives and, hopefully, you'll soon find something not entirely stale which you'd not read previously and which you might actually enjoy.

For the last couple of years, I've always kept a list of posts up in the Sidebar that visitors might find interesting. (I'm ever hopeful.) Until this morning, I had a list of Christmas-themed posts.

It is, of course, time to take down the Christmas decorations. It's really too soon to put up my list of baseball posts. I could put my football posts back up, I suppose (it is NFL playoff season), but instead I made this list -- a potpourri, as it were -- of essays on work and family and some larger topics. I hope one or more of these may be to your liking. Meanwhile, I have to get some actual work done today.

Friday, December 13, 2013

I seem to have forgotten my Blogiversary....

This blog first appeared on December 7, 2005... so this would be (would have been) my 8th Blogiversary.

I've never been a big one for anniversaries.

Money seems to know how to make itself scarce when Big Days loom on the calendar -- birthdays, anniversaries... Christmas. But I can't say I forgot my Blogiversary because I didn't want to buy myself a present, can I?

One doesn't give presents for blogiversaries anyway. Not as far as I know.

Still, 8 years. A milestone, surely. A lot of words from my keyboard. Many of them -- most of them, really -- mine (OK, can't say quite the same thing about the illustrations... I've stolen most of those).

I just updated the blog Sidebar to reflect past Christmas posts. The list is by no means exhaustive. Exhausting, perhaps. I'd prefer to think that you might find at least some of them entertaining however.

My real-world blog takes up most of my blogging time these days. I get more traffic there. But I'm not nearly as funny there.

At least, not intentionally.

I think I'd better stop now....

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

92 quadrillion reasons to get a PayPal account?

I don't have a PayPal account -- there's no PayPal button on this site, no "digital rice bowl" (as I've heard the PayPal button called) begging for reader support (I like the term "tip jar" better). I don't have a gift shop; there are no Curmudgeon action figures due out in time for Christmas. (In my case, they'd be more like inaction figures, anyway.)

But I may have to rethink this whole PayPal thing. Maybe what happened to Chris Reynolds, a Pennsylvanian who sells car parts online, might happen to me.

The linked article, by Eric Pfieffer of Yahoo! News, appears today on Yahoo's Sideshow blog.

According to Pfieffer, Mr. Reynolds checked his PayPal account recently and discovered a balance of $92,233,720,368,547,800 -- that's $92 quadrillion or, according to the linked article, more than the world's annual gross domestic product. Indeed, $92 quadrillion is such a big number, according to this post on Circa, that it is 1300 times greater than the world GDP (which it puts at a relatively paltry $70.2 trillion). Compared to $92 quadrillion, Circa says, Bill Gates' entire $72.7 billion fortune would be a rounding error.

How large is $92 quadrillion? It's more than 550,000 times more than the national debt, using the national debt figure posted on brillig.com as a reference ($16,742,208,376,232.88 as of July 17, 2013). According to Wikipedia, there are anywhere from one to ten quadrillion ants on Earth (their total mass equaling that of all humanity, even including that enormous, sweaty guy that always tries to squeeze into the seat next to you on the bus when the weather is hot).

The linked articles (and this related UPI account) suggest that Reynolds found out about his apparent great fortune when he opened up the PayPal statement that came in the mail. When he logged on to his account, however -- just to double check, of course -- I'm sure the thought of immediately transferring any or all of it to his bank account never crossed his mind -- he discovered that his account balance was back to... zero.

Still, Reynolds said, for a moment there, he felt like "a million bucks."

And then some.

So if I ever do put up a PayPal button... it's not that I'm trolling for donations... it's just that I'm checking my account balance every five seconds or so.

Just in case.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Slowly but surely putting this blog out of business -- and it's not a bad thing

No, Second Effort isn't going dark anytime soon, although it might have looked like it this week as I very nearly finished an appellate brief that has taken up most of my last six weeks. I even missed a few updates on The Blog of Days this month because of the brief.

But, lately, as I've come up with ideas for posts about legal topics and even some personal ones, I've more and more been tempted to use my 'real life' blogs as an outlet. Sometimes I actually do so.

And the world hasn't come to an end.

As for my occasional political posts, well... I included this Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal webcomic in a February Frivolous Friday post... and it struck me then as uncomfortably close to true.

It still does. (Even if there's no such thing as "retirement" anymore, there is a traditional retirement age... which I'm creeping up on... well, you know where I fit on this graph if you've ever read one of my political posts.)

Even so, for the most part, when I've tried to present political ideas here I've done my best to be civil. But, as an anonymous blogger, especially one who's not trying to be controversial, or as one who's tried to speak of controversial matters in a non-controversial way, I'm just shouting into the Internet's hurricane headwinds. If I have opinions worth sharing, I should strive to have the guts to do so under my own name.

The family stories -- well, they're one of the principal reasons I started this blog -- and one of the reasons it will continue. I still think the cloak of anonymity is important for my wife and kids and, as an anonymous blogger, I don't have to worry about unintentionally hurting anyone's feelings.

Yes, I know, that's sort of the opposite justification for Internet anonymity than is customary. Usually, Internet trolls like to be anonymous so they can spew vitriol and invective without fear of discovery. (What would Mom think?) I never was any good at following trends.

In order to keep the blog from lapsing into long periods of inactivity (and losing the handful of readers that remain) I may even try and develop some focus for the blog -- something family related. Who knows? I may even grow traffic here.

But that's a task for a different day.

Today, having largely finished the brief project (I noticed this morning there's apparently still one more email I have to answer) I discover that I'm six weeks behind on timesheets and billing. And, much as I hate these tasks, they must be undertaken.

Friday, June 07, 2013

Someone else laments the perils of long posts

I have been accused of putting up posts here that try a reader's patience. Of course, sometimes, that's a content-based complaint. Even those kindly disposed towards me have mentioned, sometimes politely, that my posts occasionally tie up too much time for an Internet grazer to really enjoy.

I discover, however, that I am not alone. This morning on Facebook I saw a link to an article on Slate.com by By Farhad Manjoo, "You Won’t Finish This Article."

The article works through some analytics requested by the author for posts on Slate.com -- and finds that most people 'bounce' away without reading a thing or else read very little before moving on. Most people, he writes, don't even bother to completely read an article they link to or tweet.

That makes no earthly sense. How do you know whether the article you are promoting, which seems reasonable enough at the outset, doesn't morph into some profane or racist screed by the end? Do you really want such an article in any sense linked to you? And even if there is no abrupt switch in tone from reasonable to rant, a perfectly reasonable beginning to an article may lead to conclusions with which the reader thoroughly disagrees. Or would, if he or she would but finish the piece. Why link to that?

I pulled this excerpt from close to the end of the piece, far further down the page (according to the author) than most readers will read:
Sure, like every other writer on the Web, I want my articles to be widely read, which means I want you to Like and Tweet and email this piece to everyone you know. But if you had any inkling of doing that, you’d have done it already. You’d probably have done it just after reading the headline and seeing the picture at the top. Nothing I say at this point matters at all.

So, what the hey, here are a couple more graphs, after which I promise I’ll wrap things up for the handful of folks who are still left around here. (What losers you are! Don’t you have anything else to do?)
In fact, read all the way to the end, even looking up the meaning of "TK" in the linked Wikipedia article (I was unfamiliar with the term).

That's the good news, Mr. Manjoo. I read the piece. Honest.

But I don't understand the analytics hardly at all.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Curmudgeon 'briefly' explains his recent absence

I have been engaged for at least two weeks now (it might be three when I put my time together) working on an appellate brief. I haven't had one of those for awhile.

And this is a good case -- a big case -- the kind of case that, should it come to pass that I am associated with the winning side, will almost certainly result in more business.

In law -- in everything, sadly -- you're perceived to be only as good as your last result.

That's a load of road apples, of course, but it's all too true.

Anyway, it's a big case, nearly 70 volumes of appellate record, a trial record over a week long (not counting the in limine motions and other flurry of last-minute motions that preceded this big case, as happens in most big cases). I was not trial counsel. So I've read everything new and fresh -- and for the first time.

There are horrible injuries in this case, horrible enough that the jury's verdict of over $25 million is not being challenged by the losers as excessive (except in one small particular, amounting to less than one million of the total). There is not really a question of liability; the defendants who argued against liability at trial put on a 'sudden stop' defense, the kind of silly defense that juries see through every day in the First Municipal District in soft tissue, low-impact rear-end cases. (In our case the collision was on the Interstate and involved a very big truck... and a pretty small car.) But the problem is that the jury found four entities jointly responsible and only one of them -- the one which is at least arguably the most remotely connected to the accident -- has the wherewithal to satisfy the judgment. And that entity is (unsurprisingly) fighting like the dickens to persuade the reviewing court that the jury's verdict was wrong.

But that's not the challenge for the appellate lawyer; that's just the set-up. The challenge is that this accident took place over a decade ago. The case has been in court ever since (including a trip to the Appellate Court on a forum non conveniens issue. There's over 10 years of stuff that must be adequately reviewed and condensed and summarized in only 50 pages. Oh, and we also have to rebut the other sides' arguments in those same 50 pages.

We could ask for a waiver of the page limitation, of course. But you can imagine how excited the Appellate Court will be about that. Each appellate justice in Cook County must account for roughly a disposition a day to keep up with the workload. True, most cases will not be this complicated. Many, perhaps. But some are definitely more complicated.

So I'm working on the brief at home yesterday, and I started from a spot where I'd gotten snagged the day before: I'd done my research and still hadn't come up with a clear idea of how to refute the other side's contention on this point. If I thought it would get me nominated for the ABA's Blawg 100, I'd explain the issue a little more. But it won't. Suffice it, then, to say that, with a fresh approach in the morning I saw a way through the problem. I looked up a couple of more cases relied upon by the other side and decided that the other side had really goofed in citing one of them: It made my point for me. I wrote. By noon I had about a page and a half of new material, but I think it was good.

Just not good enough.

My co-counsel really wanted me to have a largely completed draft brief by today, when she meets with the trial attorneys to discuss our progress. They were mad at her, she told me, when she asked for another 35 days to prepare this brief. She got me involved because, even with 35 extra days, because of the press of other matters, she would be unlikely to get this project done by herself.

I have to tell you: Appellate lawyers here almost always ask for one extension. It is routinely granted. It is almost never controversial. I once had a case where my opponent asked for seven extensions (each time asking for 35 more days). On big cases like this one, two or three extensions are not unusual. Indeed, the process of getting the record together and getting the opening briefs on file took opposing counsel in this case about a year (according to the rules, they were expected to get this done within 98 days of filing the Notice of Appeal).

I am probably out of practice. My workload has dwindled, as readers know, and perhaps I take longer now to write because (unfortunately) I have more time to write. Parkinson's Law: Work expands to fill the time allotted for its completion.

I've tried to prevent rust by writing more blog stuff. I managed to do over an entire year's worth of posts on The Blog of Days (a streak broken only this week) and keep up this blog and keep up my posting on my two 'public' blogs as well. But it's not the same kind of writing as in an appellate brief. And, besides, no one ever seems to practice with the same intensity as one needs for a game. Drill and routine may help the soldier facing battle, but it will not be the same.

So my co-counsel was disappointed with me, I think. She'd hoped I'd have more done. Well, I'd hoped to have more done, too.

But, though we know what we want to do here, it takes longer to execute properly.

She was going to add 15 or so pages from her post-trial response to my draft brief in the hopes that it would look more like a 'working brief' for her concerned trial counsel at their meeting today. She was just going to slap it on at the end.

"They've waited so long," she told me yesterday. "They're hungry."

If this brief carries the day (after the other side attempts to interest the Illinois Supreme Court in taking the case -- an exercise that has no greater than a 1 to 4% chance of success, but will delay matters as long as another six months) the trial attorneys in this case stand to make millions.

The trial attorneys have agreed to pay my co-counsel mere thousands, but even this payment is contingent on the trial attorneys getting their millions. My co-counsel has agreed to give me a third of what she gets. (Her extra third comes from the inarguable fact that the trial attorneys came to her with this business, not to me.) If we win, but only if we win, the few crumbs that make their way to my level (roughly just a week's worth of statutory interest on the judgment) will nevertheless be my biggest single fee in years and years. It will actually amount to more than I grossed from the practice of law in all of 2012. (This is why I have $50,000 in credit card debt.) But I don't get a penny, not a sou, if we lose, because my co-counsel won't get a dime.

Yes, I suppose I am taking my time on this. I want to do a great job, not just a good one.

The trial attorneys may be hungry, as my co-counsel says. But I'm starving.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Curmudgeon blogging empire celebrates a blogaversary

Today is the first blogiversary of The Blog of Days. Unlike this blog, that blog has had at least one post every single day now for an entire year, Saturdays, Sundays and holidays included. Of course, holidays are included, that being the general idea of TBOD.

Of course, that blog, unlike this one, has a clear and consistent theme. Second Effort is a blog about anything -- and sometimes a blog about nothing. How come it worked so well for Seinfeld, but not for me?

Apparently regular posting pays off: If the increasing levels of anonymous spam are any indication, The Blog of Days seems on pace to surpass this one in terms of page views, possibly in just a few months. I'm hoping that there are some actual real readers there, too. There should be. Judging by the complaints I've heard over the years, TBOD has one distinct advantage over Second Effort. Unlike this blog, the entries on TBOD tend to be relatively short....

Saturday, March 23, 2013

In this case, "overnight success" took only 40 years

Photo from Chicago Daily Law Bulletin (subscription required)
So I've been blogging my brains out for 7½ years and haven't gotten so much as a sniff from a book publisher.

So what?

That's nothing -- an eyeblink, really, compared to the experience of Greg Herriges and Rick Vittenson.

Like a lot of Baby Boomers, Herriges and Vittenson formed a band. In fact, according to Jerry Crimmins' story for the March 21 Chicago Daily Law Bulletin (subscription required), they formed a band twice, in 1964, when they were 14 (after seeing the Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show), and then again in 1972, when they were 22. The second time around, the north suburban duo, now billing themselves as "Athanor," recorded a few songs in Herriges' home studio.

You can't fake that '70s "look"
They got a few gigs, had some publicity stills shot, even talked a couple of suburban stations into playing their songs -- they released three singles -- but, when they couldn't get that Big Break, they folded the band and went back to school. Herriges became an English professor (and published novelist) and Vittenson went to law school, eventually working 14 years for the American Bar Association.

Vittenson kept his hand in the arts, performing in and contributing lyrics to the Chicago Bar Association's annual "Christmas Spirits" reviews and, as noted by ABA Journal Law News Now writer Debra Cassens Weiss in this March 18 post, playing with a band called "Malpractice," a group that included a number of ABA Journal staffers, at office parties. At one such event, according to Weiss, a colleague kidded Vittenson by saying he was a lawyer masquerading as a rock star. But Vittenson said, "No you’ve got it entirely opposite, I’m a rock star pretending to be a lawyer."

Still... we all have the corpses of youthful dreams buried in us somewhere.

But the shared dream of Messrs. Vittenson and Herringes wasn't completely dead -- it was just long dormant.

Their dream came back to life in 2010, around the time Vittenson retired. An excerpt from Crimmins's Law Bulletin article:
Vittenson said "Greg got an e-mail from a fellow in France (in 2011) who said that he loved the Athanor song 'Graveyard.' He found it on a British compilation CD, a CD of different people's songs.

"Greg's reaction was, 'What compilation?'"

Among other bands on the compilation album were The Chartbusters, who had a hit in 1964, and The Rattles, who had a hit in 1970.

"Graveyard" was a 45 rpm demo that Athanor recorded in 1973 and sent to big labels to try to get a record contract.

"Somehow, one of them in pretty good condition must have made its way to this record company in England," Herriges said. Four decades later, "they snatched one of our songs" without asking.

That company has disappeared, Herriges said.

Yet "Somewhere There Is Music," a music blog out of France, cited "Graveyard" as the best song of 2011.

"The record companies came knocking," Vittenson said. "People in Europe were talking about Athanor."
And, now, just 40 years later than planned, Athanor is an overnight sensation in Europe. The duo found all their old tapes and picked out the best, compiling enough for an album, entitled (appropriately enough) "Flashback," released on vinyl by a Spanish label, Guerssen Records, earlier this month. It will be released in America on April 2. A CD release is also planned.

So what's next for the old/new group? A tour? Quoting Crimmins again:
"We're going to do one record release party … and that will be it," Vittenson said. "Unless somebody invites us to play in Japan."

But Herriges said the band is starting to rehearse.
You know, just in case....

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To hear Athanor for yourself, click on the link to the ABA Journal Law News Now post; there's a YouTube video embedded.

Monday, March 11, 2013

And another thing!

Yesterday's close encounter with a virus-laden email (that was sent from one of my own email addresses to another of mine) reminded me of something else I wanted to get off my chest.

Dear Yahoo!, Google, et al.,
Stop asking me for my mobile (cell phone) number. You're not getting it. You're never getting it.

You're not really asking for it for my "security." You want to use it. Sell it. And I don't want to hear from you -- or any of your "partners." Besides, even if I voluntarily gave it to you and the pack of wolves you want to "share" my information with, I'd likely be giving it Eastern European hackers, too. Especially on Yahoo!

And that goes double for you banks who keep asking. Haven't you taken enough from us? Do you have to sell our cell phone numbers too?

Chase is particularly awful on this. Try and pay your card on line sometime: They won't let you unless you give them a phone number to send a "security code" to. Security code my Aunt Martha's false teeth. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't want security preventing someone from paying my bills. If some idiot hacker wants to pay down my credit card balance, he or she is at complete liberty to do so.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

This blog has an email link... and it's been spammed

Yahoo! CEO Marissa Mayer wants all her employees to come into the office -- no more working from home.

And it's no wonder: Yahoo! email is increasingly insecure.

I have a Yahoo! email address for this blog... and everyone in my address book got spammed this afternoon.

I use another Yahoo! email address for my public blogs... and everyone in that address book got spammed a few months back.

And it seems hardly a week goes by without my receiving at least a couple spam Yahoo! emails -- a single line live link with no subject line but from a real, known person so it gets by most spam filters. Click on the link and you give the spammers access to your address book -- and somehow that includes passwords, too. I've just changed all my passwords... again.

Ms. Mayer and her newly reunited office mates really need to look into why Yahoo! email is particularly vulnerable.

She needs to make this a priority.

Seriously.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Starting an Internet trend (or launching a neologism) isn't as easy as you might think

Zay N. Smith, the host and proprietor of one of my favorite web sites, QT, has created a minor Internet sensation with the phrase "tap-dancing militant Islamic fundamentalists." In Wednesday's column, for example, he claims 2,460 Google hits for this phrase. He may be too modest: My own Google search came up with "about 36,500" hits. But there are duplicates, of course.

My own ambition is to create a word. I've set the word "microminiholidayette" free on the Internet -- it's a perfect word to describe many observances highlighted over at The Blog of Days -- with the hopes of it someday finding a home in the Oxford English Dictionary.

Alas, my own Google for "microminiholidayette" today turned up 55 responses, all of them this blog or BOD -- with the sole exception of a couple of foreign "scraper" sites which have, for reasons of their own, pirated BOD posts.

The OED is a looooong way off.

But you can help. Use the word microminiholidayette in your own blog. Use it in personal, private emails -- where only your intended recipients and the U.S. Government's supercomputers will see it. Drop it into casual conversation.

Not sure what a "microminiholidayette" is? Well, today is National Tooth Fairy Day, National Public Sleeping Day, National Chili Day, National Chocolate Souffle Day, and National Pancake Day. Surely, any of these would qualify.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Blog of Days update, sort of

I've managed to keep The Blog of Days going on a daily basis now for 9½ months, which just goes to show you what you can accomplish by choosing a specific focus (unlike this blog) and writing deliberately short posts (really unlike this blog).

I think traffic is building over there, too (I hope you've dropped in). According to Google, BOD had 61 page views yesterday and 19,100 in total since I started the venture last April 30. By comparison, Google says this blog had 321 page views yesterday, and 186,097 since I've asked Google to keep track. Both of these lag well behind the traffic figures generated by my main 'public' blog (that is, the one I write under my real name).

The other thing that makes me think traffic is building at BOD is that it, too, is beginning to be plagued with spam comments. I've deleted 30 spam comments on this blog so far today (oops, make that 31 -- I just deleted one for phone sex), but I've also had to delete 10 spam comments today so far at BOD. My main 'public' blog also gets spammed -- sometimes 50 or even 80 comments are waiting for me to delete when I go over there.

Of course, this tells me that a significant portion of my audience is composed of spammers. Accordingly, I can't get too giddy over raw numbers of page views.

I also have a Sitemeter counter on this blog and on BOD. My most recent Sitemeter update for this blog says I averaged only 45 discrete visitors per day over the past week, and only 51 page views. My main 'public' blog averaged 142 discrete visitors per day, according to Sitemeter, with an average of 195 page views. Both of these figures are far behind what Google reports (naturally, therefore, I am more inclined to accept Google's numbers). But the real surprise is that, according to Sitemeter, BOD hasn't had any visitors at all for about a month.

Something's definitely not quite right here.

Neither fame nor fortune seem in the cards anytime soon for my little blogging empire. Maybe I need a catchy slogan to jump-start traffic. How about this one?

Read the Curmudgeon's blogs.
Spammers love 'em -- you will too!

No?

Well, maybe I'll come up with something better over the weekend....

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Before we condemn -- or laugh at -- Manti Te'o

Image obtained from Yahoo! Sports.
Look, I don't know any more than you do whether star Notre Dame linebacker was in on this whole 'fake girlfriend' thing or not.

If he was, he's got some serious problems -- and needs some serious help.

If he was the victim of a cruel hoax, as Notre Dame is saying so far, people are going to think him a fool, an idiot, a naif at best: You never actually saw this girl, this love of your life, in person? You never Skyped, you never Facetimed?

But before you hurl stones, ladies and gentlemen, where are you right now?

We live so much of our lives on line these days, sometimes the people we meet here are darn near as real to us as the living, breathing people we interact with in person. If we actually do interact with anyone in real life, that is.

In an essay last April about the difficulties of telling truth from fiction on line, I cited to the terribly sad case of Paula Bonhomme, a woman duped into spending over $10,000 on gifts for a 'man' named 'Jesse James' that she 'met' through an acquaintance in an Internet chatroom dedicated to fans of the HBO series Deadwood. Actually, the acquaintance didn't make an introduction, she made up Jesse -- and an extended family, too. Eventually, the victim 'met' most of Jesse's 'family'; she thought she and 'Jesse' were in love, and she made plans to fly from her California home to meet Jesse in Colorado and move in with him. 'He' canceled at the last minute, though, sending the poor woman into depression and therapy and eventually, according to her pleadings, an infection caused by the depression-related suppression of her auto-immune system. Then she was told that Jesse had 'died' -- of liver cancer (not leukemia as in Te'o's case). Even after Jesse's 'death,' the poor woman kept up a relationship with the mutual 'friend' who had supposedly made the introduction, the defendant in this case, meeting her in Colorado and traveling to New Mexico to visit some of Jesse's favorite places. When the defendant came to visit her in California, the victim spent over $1,000 prepping the house for the visit.

When the deception was finally revealed, plaintiff sued -- but the Illinois courts held she had failed to state a claim and threw her case out of court. See, Bonhomme v. St. James, 407 Ill. App. 3d 1080, 945 N.E.2d 1181 (2nd Dist. 2011), Appellate Court affirmed in part and reversed in part by the Illinois Supreme Court, 2012 IL 112393. (For any lawyers out there, the Supreme Court held that plaintiff had waived any other claims she might have been able to make, placing all of her hopes in a claim for the tort of fraudulent misrepresentation, but that tort did not lie because the parties did not have a business relationship.)

Why did the defendant in the Bonhomme case do these terrible things? For fun, perhaps, and for the gifts -- for the money.

Why would someone ensnare Manti Te'o in this horrible web of deceit? Well, supposedly, Te'o finally realized something was amiss when his 'dead girlfriend' called early in December... as Notre Dame was preparing for the BCS National Championship Game. Maybe gambling interests were aware of the hoax from the outset, or maybe some smart guy sniffed it out and decided to 'reveal' the situation to Te'o at a time when it would mess him, and the team, up most. Notre Dame generally -- and Te'o in particular -- played as if they were seriously distracted by something.

I'd like to think that Te'o will be exonerated from complicity in the hoax, even if he ends up being perceived as hopelessly gullible from all this. Of course, I also wanted to believe that Tiger Woods wouldn't cheat on his gorgeous wife.

But, as we rely increasingly on our screens to get us through our days, to manage our appointments, to do our networking, to manage even our 'friendships,' I can't help but wonder if all of us won't become increasingly vulnerable to scams like this. If all the "Nigerian generals' widows" would just take a course or two in grammar and basic writing skills, how many more of us would get sucked in?

No. I may feel sorry for Te'o and I may wind up angry at him. But I won't laugh. There's nothing funny in this story.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Curmudgeon's blog year in review -- 2012 edition

It is customary at this time of the year to take a look back -- to revisit, and make a list of, some of the year's highlights.

I know why newspapers and magazines do this: They have pages that must be filled even when all the real staff is on vacation. Low-paid interns can cut and paste from already-published stories and fill those big empty spaces.

It doesn't make that much sense for a blogger to do this -- it's still work -- it still takes time -- and, of course, this blog is the product of me and my keyboard: I have no interns on whom I can dump this responsibility.

Nevertheless, in my ever-optimistic, delusional imagination, I see bored literary agents or book editors surfing the web at this time of year looking for fresh new writing that might be teased into a salable book, or at least an e-book.

The list of posts that follows -- all scrupulously linked -- will take you with me on a trip through a thoroughly exhausting year for yours truly.

May we all be blessed with a peaceful 2013.


I had lost a good client in 2011 (I still have one open file with this client, but nothing new in over 18 months). It was, of course, my fault: I did not obtain good results for this client in contested cases. I can (and do) blame the judges who ruled against me -- but, in the final analysis, I was not sufficiently persuasive. A post I did in April, "Curmudgeon on insurance coverage litigation," may be seen as my apologia about (and perhaps my farewell to) this lost business.

As 2012 began, I found myself wrestling with the prospect of being involuntarily retired. In "Curmudgeon not the retiring type" I confessed that my wife thought I was depressed. And I agreed with her: "If depression were a contact sport I'd be a mass of welts and bruises from head to toe."

It was in January that I put up a trio of posts that ultimately inspired the creation of The Blog of Days (I do hope you're visiting there regularly):
At least they were short.

But these silly little posts didn't really turn the tide of my depression. I actually reached out, for the first time in my life, to a group that offers help to attorneys in Chicago.

And who knows? It might have helped if I'd followed through. But what really turned the tide was being pulled out of my own problems and plunged into my family's problems.

My two daughters were at the top of the headline package this year. Both had fertility problems. Very different fertility problems. One couldn't conceive -- and the other could. But read for yourself:
See how it all tied together? Depression, pregnancies, and imaginary giant sewer rats in my mother-in-law's basement... well, maybe the last doesn't tie in quite exactly. And I was moving my office in the midst of all this, too.

You know, there's a reason why people space out major life decisions -- graduating from college, getting married, starting a family -- so much is involved with each of these that everyone can't help but become exhausted. But Younger Daughter had just undertaken to cram all of these milestones into less than six months.

At least I had something to blog about, right? And even with these family crises ongoing, I could still blog about normal things (well, normal for us, anyway), as in this post about Easter dinner at the Curmudgeon home, "You thought ants were bad a picnic?" (The illustration I used with that post got me in trouble. In July I received my first DCMA takedown notice from Blogger -- but I eventually squared things with the copyright holder and blogged about it, too.)

Still in April, I went with Long Suffering Spouse to Indianapolis to keep Older Daughter company after her second implantation. I wrote about it, of course.
It occurs to me sometimes that I am too hard on Older Daughter. (She'd be the first to agree with that.) But if I were to die tomorrow, I'd want her to be the one to find this blog and try and turn it into a manuscript or two. And not just because she's the only one of my five kids who has written a blog or who reads books regularly. Although both of those count in her favor....

I'm complaining about 2012 -- but think about what Older Daughter went through this year. These first two attempts at IVF failed, as would a third just a few weeks ago. No, I didn't even try to be light about it in "Older Daughter gets more bad news." There's nothing lighthearted about the shots, the bloating, the hormones, the indignities -- not unless it actually works out. And every time she'd return to work after a layoff for a failed IVF procedure (she works as an ER nurse in a children's hospital) she'd wind up taking care of some battered infant -- some poor child whose own parents had done it harm -- and she'd want to scream at God, "You let these morons have babies! Why won't you let me?"

I'll wait while you finish crying. I couldn't type right away either.

But Older Daughter's been a trooper. With all the conflicting emotions she must have felt, she loves her little niece; she became the baby's godmother.

But we're getting ahead here, aren't we? We still have to get Younger Daughter married off....
Younger Daughter and Olaf moved in with us after the wedding. It hasn't always been beer and skittles, as I tried to explain in "Long Suffering Spouse starts to chafe."

Part of the problem was that, though Younger Daughter did manage to graduate from college on time despite her delicate condition, Olaf did not. As you'll have noted from at least some of these family way and wedding posts, he'd been suffering from chronic migraines that had prevented his completing his math major in time. It wasn't until after he had already found out he would be a father that he and his family finally got serious about getting his condition under control. I'm not blaming them; after all, they had an HMO -- you don't even know what actual medical treatment is when all you have is an HMO, and it took Olaf and his family a while to understand that we weren't kidding when we assured them that things could be improved.

Although I was flirting with the possibility of repositioning myself as the world's worst lawyer, I took on a new, non-paying client.
If Olaf had continued to follow my good advice, he'd have graduated this month. But he didn't, and he won't.

We got him through the worst of it, though: There's just a single hour course that must still be handled. He'll get it done. In the meantime, Olaf has a job -- a pretty good one -- and, despite not graduating in December he will (I think) go on salary after the first of the year. And then they might be able to start thinking seriously about moving out.

¡Ojala!

Long Suffering Spouse will be glad when Olaf moves out. But she will miss the baby, whether she says so or not.

I didn't miss the baby in this year-in-review piece. I just thought I'd put her in as we near the end.
Of course, these stories are just about the blessed event itself. In the coming year there will probably be more posts like, "One good thing about grandpa-hood, even if the kid is under my roof" or "Younger Daughter learns some lessons of motherhood -- some of them true." I hope, however, to be observing the continuing progress of this child on a slightly less daily basis.

Well.

With all of that, there's been no mention of Youngest Son's struggles in college -- he wants to be a teacher, but he's locked in a seemingly constant struggle with the Education Department at South Janesville College. Nor did I mention his baseball career (he had a start in a playoff game... but there was no Hollywood ending).

I did win an award this year for blogging in real life. I wrote about it in "Nothing like family to puncture your balloon" and "For $1,000, Curmudgeon gets a free lunch." I also got a serious article published in a local bar publication. And a post I haven't mentioned in this retrospective (yes, there have been lots I didn't mention here, smarty) got picked up by the e-zine BoomSpeak.

Who knows? Maybe in Year Eight of Second Effort (I just passed my 7th Blogiversary) I'll become an overnight sensation.

Meanwhile, I'd better get back to the end-of-the-year drudgery here at the Teeny Tiny Law Office.

See you next year.

I hope.