Dodgers Radio Team on AM 710 Is Kinda Biased

...and that would be expected.  Heck, maybe it's what the station managers told them to do to keep their main listeners listening and interested.

But, from my perspective, it is cringe-worthy listening to their in-game commentary while rooting for the other team.

Yes, I am a Cubs fan, and have been since Triple Play 2000 for the Playstation (1) and a pixelized Sammy Sosa was featured on the CD cover.  Though I will admit that I've only dropped in and out of following them depending on their fortunes --- this year I am glad I get to tune out of UCLA football, phew less sports to follow.
I had only listened to these Dodgers announcers once, on Tuesday, for Game 3 and I already decided then that I was done with them unless the Cubs were winning thoroughly.

The only reason I bothered listening is because I was on the way home from work, captive to the radio, and the Cubs were already up 8-2, or so last I'd checked on my The only reason I bothered listening is because I was on the way home from work, captive to the radio, and the Cubs were already up 8-2 last I'd checked about 5 minutes before I got to the car.

My Evidence

When I tuned in yesterday at the top of the 9th inning, they spent a Cubs at-bat talking about how some Cleveland Indians' player had a wedding registry.  I'd already figured them as homers and were bellyaching so bad, so it was kinda satisfying to hear them blabbering on about something else.

But what annoyed me was this.

They use A LOT of hopeful, suggestive intimation towards Dodgers good fortunes, whether it's suggesting how the Dodgers could do this, or the Cubs (or the team the Dodgers are facing) could fuck it up.

For example, when I was listening to the game on Tuesday, which the Dodgers won 6-0 with Rich Hill's pitching beating out Jake Arrieta's.  The Dodgers were able to get lots of people on base.  Throughout the commentary they kept mentioning how Arrieta and the Catcher Miguel Montero were not good at preventing runners from stealing bases.  They then juxtaposed that talk with describing how fast the Dodgers runners were. 

What made it annoying was not that they mentioned this at all, but that they flooded their commentary spelling this out, almost acting as a primers for Dodgers' coaching strategy.  It was like they were egging on, rather than just remarking on it.   

Another example, Cubs closer Aroldis Chapman was pitching yesterday.  The Cubs were already up by 6 runs.  The Dodgers were able to put some runners on base. One of them kept mentioning that he had not thrown a ball over 99...meaning...obviously...COMEBACK!  He did let us know that a pitch had reached 100, but he glossed over that.  They just kept talking about how a closer could come in rusty or how perhaps the Dodgers could tire him out for Game 6 by upping his pitch count.

Anyhoo, full disclosure obligatory mention of Billy the GOAT.  I still remember 2003, and genuinely feel sorry for Steve Bartman. 

A Vanishing America

Great photo set of LA from the 1950s from LAist.

Marked for future reference.

However, just one word set off a ripple of alarms, cowbells, and racing firetruck my head. 


She used it in this sentence, "The Chicago Business took 14,500 images between 1938 and 1969, capturing a vanishing America.  [emphasis mine]

I don't know if that was intentional and/or added by an editor, but I instantly get a sense of someone who is in love with an idyllic image of 1950s America, back when America Was Already Sooo Great, if you catch my drift.

No Wonder There's the Idea that Public Radio is Just For White People...

I've been in Bakersfield for work the past few weeks.

A whole lot of driving.

A whole lot of radio.

The radio stations once you make your way down the Grapevine are the following:  people questioning evolution, Christian rock, Christian country, mariachi, banda, banda, mariachi, morally-questionable but annoyingly earwormy "hip-hop", and country...

It took me a while to find 89.1 --- it wasn't until my last trip in the late/early hours of a weekday morning when the familiar Morning Edition voices assured me that there was SOMETHING here in the San Joaquin Valley.

I kept it there...



 12 PM.


 2 PM


It seemed like the only genre that the programmers knew.  Made me wonder, was it just cheaper to acquire the rights to play all this classical?  Do they think that's the only way to enhance the mind?  What the fuck.

THAT, was public radio for the San Joaquin Valley, at least on a weekday.  Valley Public Radio.

The content reminded me of what I thought Public Television once was.  Inaccessible, high and mighty, and not really part of my world.  Meaning, white people.

Thinking about the content of the public radio in the San Joaquin, and its listeners is quite the juxtaposition to seeing the young kids of color blasting the catchy earwormy "hip-hop."

I know in LA, you can find even more young kids blasting the catchy earwormy "hip-hop" and could find a contrast, but it seems that KPCC, if someone does not know and listens long enough for any stretch of time, will eventually come across a topic that they're interested in:  where they're discussing abortion, schools, bike lanes, gun control, Donald Trump, or hell, even a comics convention.  Something for everyone, very much unlike Valley Public Radio.

Delineating 'Predatory Policing'

I'm continuing my thoughts from this post.

This morning at around 9:15 AM, after the rush hour has come and gone, I was driving back to my house in Compton along Central Ave. 

I'm driving about the speed limit. 

And right on cue, in my back mirror, an LASD sheriff's black and white is tracking behind me.

My heart sinks.  My eyes zip right over to the speedometer, meticulously making sure that I'm driving 40. 

About 10 seconds elapse, I check to see if the black and white is gone.  Nope still there, behind my relatively slow drive, as I cross 120th and Central.

Finally, I breathe an air of relief when the LASD black and white switches lanes around 135th and Central.

Predatory policing:  when the police make it seem as if they're out to get you, as if they're waiting for you to do something wrong.  That's in opposition to what I think police should do as peacekeepers;  responding to problems.

An incident of predatory policing actually happened to my wife two years ago in the City of Carson.  She got the most frivolous ticket ever.  She once got a ticket from an LASD sheriff for bringing her dog to the park.

The City of Carson actually has written into code that you can't bring  Yes, you read that write,  No dogs at a park within City of Carson maintained facilities.

The signage wasn't all that visible in the parking lot nor elsewhere in the park.  There was even two separate people who brought even bigger dogs immediately after her run-in with this sheriff.

Luckily, when I tried to bring this ticket to City Hall in Compton to pay for it, or take it in to see what would happen, the ticket was not in the system, and the clerk herself was confused about why exactly we got the ticket.

Counter-stories to Orientalism, Othering, and De-Humanization

Ho-Hum Memorial Day Weekend. 

My most favorite channel on Television ever, PBS World Channel, is showing a documentary on Navy SEALS, detailing their history from Iraq all the way to the present day.

World Channel is my favorite channel because their content consists of documentaries about things that got me interested in Anthropology in the first place.  Their range is amazing, particularly in their mainstay shows such as America Re-Framed and Independent Lens.  The topics stretch from a documentarian documenting the care of her aging parents to schoolchildren to archaeological explorations. 

However, I wanted to talk about the one time that I've watched possibly the only thing I don't agree with on this channel, and that's contained within the previously mentioned Navy SEALS documentary.

I don't really mind, the Navy SEALS as a group being explored.  I'm an Anthropologist.  Almost anything goes.

In fact, I'd spent an hour reading an ESpN article about Tiger Woods and his obsession with the Navy SEALS.  I had never read an article with such breadth and depth.  I even google searched a few Navy SEALS things for a few days afterward.

My problem isn't so much World Channel showing a documentary on Navy SEALS, its just that the documentary is something I might find on the History Channel with the underlying narrative of American moral superiority. 

Serving that thread of moral superiority, we see hours of SEALS in battle and recalling their battles.

We see a lot of footage in war in bombed out urban centers in the Middle East and North Africa.

We see footage of Islamic militants carrying their guns and "evil."

We see footage of masses of brown people crying in grief over what they have lost.

That is all the same stuff you would see on CNN, where the average citizen is in no position to understand nuance in the Middle East (myself included) beyond bad (brown) guys and good guys.

It's a contrast to why I think I usually like the documentaries on the channel:  they follow individuals or a group of people, good or bad.  They show how they deal with situations and/or a journey sometimes bumping into everyday complexities that they face.

When I watched that Navy SEALS documentary, I was just left wondering what it means for the viewing public's understanding to keep oversimplifying the region, by showing just bits of these urban centers only when they are bombed out, seeing these brown people only crying in grief, all while keeping emphasis on the idea that this is the fault of one religion when they keep saying "Islamic state." 

I wonder, what were those urban centers like before? 

What were those brown people like before?

Can we not get insight into their daily intricacies?

The Grocery Outlet in Compton: Its OK...So Far...

If Trader Joe's and Food4Less had a baby, it would be called Grocery Outlet.

The Grocery Outlet is what has officially replaced the Fresh N'Easy.

So far, not so bad, though I'm getting a lot more critical and noticing things with each visit.

In the few weeks its been open, I've already been there five separate times.

Far as I can tell, it seems like their strategy was to rope people in with noticeable, big, "organic" brands, and then eventually as people come in, push the cheaper, unknown brands.  For example, when we first went there, about 2 or 3 weeks ago, during Easter break, I noticed the coffee creamer they had:  Dunkin' Donuts!!!!  We jumped on it.  A week later when I returned, it was replaced by a brand called "International."

I'd a given it a 5 after the 1st trip. 

After 5 trips, if I were to give it a rating on a scale of 1 through 5, with 5 being the highest recommended number, I would give it a 3.5.  Definitely worth trying but keep a critical eye on it. 

  • A Family parking space, which will probably get controversial
  • A really ergonomic cart, complete with a coffee holder
  • Four packets of strawberries for $5
  • Some recognizable organic brands;  Kashi, Toms, Clif bars
  • Kind of low on the Gardein meatless products --- all they have are the fishless filets which are not bad but my wife isn't a fan of it
  • Little physical space, meaning little choice, which seems to get worse every time.  Yesterday I went to get Silk soy milk.  All they had was cashew milk from Silk, which isn't really one of the "mainstream" milks from silk.
  • Volatile selection of items.  As mentioned, the soy milk.  I also noticed the rapid decline in their non-dairy ice cream products.  There was So Delicious at first, but it descended onto more of the mainstream, regular ass dairy products.    

Anatomy of a Cold War with My Right-Hand Neighbor, Bernardo, in Compton

Lately, I haven't felt that connected with my neighbors.  In fact, towards one of them, I harbor animosity.

What for?

Why would I be harboring animosity towards another fellow neighbor here in Compton?

Is it because of their vandalism?

Is it because I suspect that they're stealing?

Is it because of the loud music?

Is it because of the people that suspiciously hang around and bring trouble?

No, it's none of that.

It's because...



I know, my rational mind says it's a really stupid thing to get mad about considering that the street has probably seen much more serious problems and that is probably a lurking problem for everyone, but, it's been enough of an issue that our neighbors do various little things to hold onto their parking spots.

I think the previous owner of our house had even hinted at problems with parking and the right-hand neighbor.  She hinted that "some people just need to be more educated..." 

Whatever that meant.

Our street is really small.  There are only 16 single-family houses on our block with only one side of the street available for parking with 1 apartment complex with 4 housing units available. 

There are only 17 available full parking spaces on our block, which means that if every single family has two cars, they're going to put one car in the garage, and one outside.   There are 4 half-spaces which usually means one car parking alongside a piece of sidewalk that is not quite big enough for a parking space but is used by a resident anyway, so in reality, there are 21 spaces.

For the record my wife and I have two compact Toyota cars and we have 1 full parking space in front of our house. 

Parking in general on the street is never a problem during ordinary weekday mornings when everyone is out to work.  But I know that if I get home past 6, I'll be lucky to get any spot within the block.

That sometimes leaves me with 3 bags, and 30 lbs to haul about a quarter mile to my house.  It's annoying.

The Beginning of the Situation with the Neighbor

I have little problems with the left-hand neighbor. 

Our next door neighbor to the left is a multi-generational family with 3 generations under the roof.  They've lived in the house next to us for close to 30 years.   They have only three cars, 2 of which they keep in a garage/driveway --- some kind of SUV, a Toyota Avalon, and a Honda Accord, the only car that they keep outside.

I talk occasionally with someone from that house who is about my wife and I's age.  He was the guy who was talking to me a little bit about what the neighborhood used to be like. 

He has his grandma or mom, Beatrice, that I "used to" like and "used to" ask about my son.  She had been somewhat generous to us, even offering him a little gift.

More on why I "used to like" and "used to" ask about my son later. 

She knows everyone on the block;  a lot of the houses are occupied by her relatives.  Our right-hand neighbor is not their relative.

We used to speak to our right-hand neighbor quite often, or at least when we saw them.  Or at least we spoke to someone from the right-hand neighbor's side.  I would try to say hi every time I saw them; same thing with my wife.

Our right-hand neighbors appear to have at least 3 families in sections of the house as well as a backhouse.  But the main person I interacted with was a family of 4 was a man whom I will refer to as Bernardo.  Bernardo heads an immigrant family from Mexico, about my folks' age.  They with an American-born child in his 20s and a teenager.  They are grandparents whose grandkids occasionally come and visit on Holidays.

With at least 3 different families, the household has a total of 7 cars.  Bernardo owns 4 of them, including a Dodge Ram that is never really used and sits in the driveway, a Dodge Durango which isn't used and last I saw was up for sale, a Mitsubishi Land Rover which acts as their utility car, and now a Dodge Truck with utility racks.  A lot of big cars, 2 of which are functionally non-operated.

The other families have a Honda Accord, a Nissan pick-up truck, and a white hatchback.

What caused the cessation of our speaking?

This past summer, the city of Compton and/or the Sheriff's Department decided that it would be a good idea to outlaw parking on the other side of the street by posting "No Parking" signs, dramatically reducing the number of parking spaces available from the possible 30+ to the current 17.

For our seven-car friends to the right, that meant parking their largely non-operated Dodge Durango for 7 days at a time in front of our house until the next street cleaning came. 

They did this for about 4 months, and it meant that I'd never get parking in front of my house;  meaning I would have to haul 30 lbs of equipment and 3 bags to the car, sometimes with a baby in hand.  During that period, it's not that I was bothered so much by not always getting the parking in front of my house;  it's that I rarely got the opportunity while this asshole left it there for a week, every week. 

This meant that this house, no bigger than our house, with quadruple the number of residents would take up not only their driveway, the parking space in front of their house, our house, and a couple of other houses.  Meanwhile, I'd be lucky if there was a parking space.

The city's official policy is that a law enforcement agency can tow away a car after 72 hours of not moving which is in Chapter 12-4.4 of the municipal code.

The Sheriff's Department didn't do shit.  I called up the direct line to their parking or transportation division.  Though in fairness, I called at the wrong time;  it was a Monday after street cleaning when they'd already moved the car. 

They heard my whole story but ultimately said that they "didn't have the resources at the moment" to deal with the problem.  They didn't offer any follow-up to resolving my problem.

They actually knew my street, and asked about another car on the street which I knew but had no problems with. 

All I could do was get mad and yell in the privacy of my own house. 

It didn't help that I would see other neighbors do things to preserve their spaces including putting garbage cans, or utility cones to save "their" spot.  Or using their car to take two spaces. 

It didn't help that there was also a few lingering annoyances committed by other neighbors including blocking our driveway or neighborhood kids leaning on my car.

The only way I could extract revenge:  parking in the space in front of Bernardo's house, or in my driveway in a way to prevent their Land Rover from opening. 


It doesn't help that the overall parking situation on the block remains the same.

But now, I'm liking the left-hand neighbor's mom or grandma a little less than I once did.

Bernardo recently added a different car that changed the parking dynamics:  a Dodge pickup with mounts.  This means that he has been trying to sell the Durango, which as of yet, is still to no avail.

Bernardo doesn't park his Durango in front of our house anymore, which would have been welcome news 3 months ago. He does not occupy the space for a week at a time. 

However, he will park there aggressively, claiming the space immediately after street cleaning when the official hours are not even over yet.  Bernardo and his residents' cars still take up multiple spaces in front of our and other people's houses. 

I want to get over all this, but at the moment I'm kind of annoyed at what appears to be gossip.

As I mentioned, I do sometimes park in front of their house.  It makes things convenient for me.

One morning, I overheard Beatrice, our left-hand neighbor's grandma or mom, talking to Bernardo's wife. 

They speak Spanish as their primary language, but I didn't like the tone, nor what appears to be the left-hand neighbor grandma's behavior towards me.  I heard her say something about "calling the city," and "senor."  It sounded like she was saying something about calling the city to make a parking space private.  She'd had that conversation with us before, and probably has had it with her relatives. 

Recently, Beatrice seems increasingly friendly with Bernardo's wife, and more curt with me.  Additionally, it seems increasingly impossible to get parking in front of her other relatives' homes.

A defining moment happened last week during our street-cleaning day during the rain.  I didn't have work on a Monday, and we had two cars --- one was already in the driveway.  I had to move my other car for street cleaning. 

The wind was blowing, but it wasn't raining.  She was outside and asking me if it was our trash can they had taken.  It was. 


She motioned to move back into her house.

Realizing I had to move the car soon,  I asked if she could watch my son for a little bit.  She responded, "no it's too cold."  I showed her my son in the car seat, and she said "he's getting big," and vanished from sight.

I had to haul him back and forth about a quarter mile.

Adding salt to the wound, at 12 o clock, 1 hour before street cleaning hours are over,  Bernardo swooped in for the parking space not only in front of our house, but at 12:05 came in with his Land Rover and swooped in for the parking space in front of his house.