Author: ssw15

  • Pre-4th Weekend

    Now that the US Supreme Court ruled on the Hamdan case, the Navy lawyer in the Hamdan case (who has represented defendant Hamdan, doing his duty and all that) has a fuzzy-looking future.  Perhaps it means he’ll be a litigator in the civilian (private) sector, I’d suggest.

    Linda Greenhouse’s interesting look at the Supreme Court’s year.
    Ziggy has a birthday.

    In Slate, Prof. Tim Wu raises some interesting points about whether China can create its own Hollywood unless it comes up with some changes in its IP law.  Further questions arise for other industries in China, since piracy doesn’t help nurture business.

    Sort of like the idea of six degrees of separation, there’s the very real possibility that everyone’s related to royalty.

  • Another Week Begins

    Charlie Gibson says farewell to “Good Morning America” – yet again (’cause he already left his first time around some years ago before signing on for the “temp” job in returning to GMA. And, now his gig on World News Tonight is no longer a temp thing. Boy, Charlie. Oh well.) Let’s just make this a nice transition, shall we? I’d be eager to see how Katie Couric will do with the match up by September, I say.

    An interesting cable movie, combining the Western with the story of early Chinese female immigrants (which, considering this country, is a story that takes place out West). Starring Robert Duvall and Thomas Haden Church, along with an ensemble cast with Asians of America and Canada.  Umm, Asian (North) Americans?… 😉

    That Warren Buffett – joining forces with Bill and Melinda Gates? What does it really mean? Charlie Rose had a special interview with Buffett and the Gates – boy, I’m increasingly impressed with the Gates, really – their hopes and good work and eagerness – heck, Bill Gates seem to be demonstrating real sincerity and Melinda Gates definitely seemed determined – there’s something about hearing them speak that wasn’t quite captured when Time magazine profiled them last year with Bono for People of the Year. Geez, Bono – when are you going to join forces with Buffett-Gates? It’ll be like watching Super Friends. Or something like that.

    Slate changed its home page look. This is going to take some getting used to. Boy, when you get a birthday, do you have to get a new suit, Slate?

    Ooh – the Supreme Court decisions are coming out, and Slate gives us the annual intruiging analysis for the term’s ending. May this be an interesting week…

  • Friday/Saturday

    Lego is letting go of a number of employees, since in this day and age, there’s less playing with real toys.

    A fascinating article on the dance festivals that NYC public school/elementary schools have done for generations. Gosh, this brings back memories of my P.S. — days, when I’d eagerly watch what the other grades or classes did and dreaded my own lack of coordination (nope, still can’t dance to this day). I’m glad they still do the dance festivals, in spite of the years of budget and God knows what other problems these days in public schools. NY Times writer David Herszenhorn writes:

    …. No one is quite sure when New York City children began celebrating spring by dancing in schoolyards, their teachers leading them, often awkwardly, through the steps, their proud parents gathered round, snapping pictures and clapping along. It is a peculiar urban rite — called Dance Festival in most of the city, and May Fete on Staten Island — that has been around, it seems, for as long as the public school system itself.

    “I really can’t tell you how and when and why the very first Dance Festival took place,” said Sylvia Schachter, a retired teacher and administrator who was the school system’s director of physical education from 1980 to 1990. “There have been Dance Festivals going on in various schools and various districts for as far back as I can remember.”

    Indeed, Dance Festival is stamped in the memories of public school graduates from Rick Gimeranez, the chief custodian at P.S. 163, to Joel I. Klein, the schools chancellor. Mr. Gimeranez, 47, who was up early on Dance Festival morning last week to tie bouquets of balloons to the schoolyard fence, took a break from snapping pictures of the children to recall his own Dance Festivals in Brooklyn in the 1960’s, at P.S. 282 in Park Slope and P.S. 58 in Carroll Gardens.

    “I remember doing the maypole, the hokey-pokey, the jitterbug,” said Mr. Gimeranez, who, like the students, wore a Dance Festival T-shirt, which was designed by a fifth grader. “I love this time of year.”

    Chancellor Klein, 59, recalled Dance Festival at P.S. 151 in Woodside, Queens. “We had a maypole,” he said. “I remember the Alley Cat and the hokey-pokey and all of that.”

    Unlike the serious training spotlighted in “Mad Hot Ballroom,” the 2005 documentary about Manhattan students learning to fox-trot and tango for competition, the Dance Festivals are end-of-year events in which all students participate. No ability to dance or even to keep a beat is required.

    The origins, scholars of the school system surmise, lie in the 19th-century maypole dances by English schoolchildren, a custom rooted in pagan fertility rituals centuries earlier. But just as Dance Festival occurs on different days in different schools throughout May and June, it no longer centers on the maypole.

    Over decades, folk dances and classics like the hokey-pokey were joined by contemporary favorites like the twist. (For a brief, perhaps forgettable, stretch in the 90’s, the macarena was the hugest thing.) More recent additions include the Cha Cha Slide Part 2 by Casper, the Chicago D.J.

    “It is a tradition; we do it every single year,” said Melodie Mashel, 52, the principal of P.S. 81 in Riverdale, who recalled “being a little frightened” at Dance Festival more than 40 years ago as a student at P.S. 92 and P.S. 93 in the Bronx. “I needed to make sure that all of my steps were going to be correct,” she said.

    Around the city, Dance Festival makes for curious sights, like first graders in tie-dyed shirts at P.S. 32 in Flushing, Queens, simulating swim strokes and wriggling to the Beach Boys’ “Surfin’ U.S.A.,” and second graders in sombreros at P.S. 21 on Staten Island, doing the Mexican hat dance.

    Historians are largely mystified — not just by the tradition’s obscure origins but by how it survived the tumult of the school system and the vast changes in student population, from the European immigrants in the early 1900’s to the dizzyingly multiethnic, largely black and Hispanic student body today.

    Stephan F. Brumberg, an education professor at Brooklyn College, said the tradition dates to the 19th century. “New York City had an exhibit at the Paris Exposition of 1900,” he said. “They had wonderful pictures of the schools at that time, including pictures of kids doing group dances.”

    Professor Brumberg, whose children, now grown, had Dance Festival at P.S. 75 on the Upper West Side, said schools may have shifted to ethnic folk dancing in response to Communism. “Lots of places danced around the maypole until the Russian Revolution,” he said.

    If the exact provenance of Dance Festival is impossible to discern, it seems of no import to the smiling parents, armed with camcorders, lining the schoolyard fences. [….]

    Some educators worry that the tradition might fade. Carol Ildebrando, a retired principal of P.S. 21, which has held May Fete for generations, said that some principals were reluctant to take time from regular lessons. “There is so much more emphasis on accountability and assessment, it has become very hard in the spring to participate in an event like this,” she said. “It’s just a different atmosphere.”

    But don’t tell the children.

    Courtney Sergile, 7, a first grader at P.S. 45, danced with her classmates to a remix of the Jackson Five’s “ABC.” Through the rest of the festival, she danced from her seat on the playground floor, often singing along. “The dances they do are cool,” she said.

    Prince Riggins, 9, a fourth grader, said: “I think it’s cool. You can dance all the time, and then you can dance even more.”

    Principals said that the dancing can give a life-changing confidence boost to students who do not excel at academics but shine in creative arts and that it helps broaden the children’s thinking. “Children do learn by learning lyrics and dance steps,” said Ms. Mashel, the principal of P.S. 81. “Certainly it provides a lot of meta-cognitive experiences.”

    Group dances have long been part of the physical education curriculum. In many schools, each grade was assigned an ethnic folk dance.

    “I remember trying to teach my class the polka, and believe me I couldn’t dance the polka,” said Carmen Fariña, a deputy schools chancellor, recalling Dance Festival at P.S. 29 in Brooklyn in the 1960’s. “The idea was that you would be more of a social human being if you learned how to do these dances.”

    Lori Benson, the Education Department’s director of physical education, said there was no official effort to preserve Dance Festival and no official count of how many of the more than 600 elementary schools hold them. “It’s done because it’s sort of always been done, perhaps,” she said. Maryann Wasmuth, 58, said she remembered Dance Festival as a child at P.S. 233 in Canarsie, Brooklyn. Two years ago, when she became principal of P.S. 163, Ms. Wasmuth insisted on procuring a maypole. Her staff made one using an umbrella stand and a pole bought at Home Depot.

    Rachel Wurman, P.S. 163’s dance teacher, said she matched dances to each grade’s personality: disco for the playful second graders; African for the rambunctious third graders; hip-hop for the supercool fifth graders heading off to junior high.

    Ms. Wurman, who grew up in Pittsburgh, said she had never heard of Dance Festival before P.S. 163. “It’s definitely one of those times in your life where you say, ‘Only in New York,’ ” she said. “There are so many things about New York City that outsiders look at it and say, ‘I just don’t get it.’ “

    NYC tradition indeed.

    Norm Mineta decides to move on from the world of the White House.
    Last but not least: the passing of Aaron Spelling, who was behind a generation or more of popular television.

  • Can the Week End Already?

    Saw the Brooklyn Cyclones opening game Tuesday night.  Boy, is that Coney Island subway station looking really nice or what?  The game – well, that’s a different story.  Cyclones v. Staten Island Yankees.  Essentially, Minor League Mets v. Minor League Yankees.  Essentially, the Cyclones v. last year’s champs (in minor league world).  Which means either the Yankees were really good, or the Cyclones… is a work in progress (to put it diplomatically).  We left around 10:30, with the Cyclones losing 15-0.  I think they finally lost at 18-0.  Plus, that half-hour game delay due to the umpire’s getting injured and the teams waiting for a backup umpire to show up.  Oh well.

    They now have Official Keyspan Park Dumplings at the Cyclones’ home.

    And in other sports news: Carolina Hurricanes beat Edmonton Oilers for the Stanley Cup.  Too bad for Canada, yet again.  I was hoping they’d win the Cup, considering its their national sport and the lockout was quite a bummer.

    There’s also the whole Miami Heat beating Dallas Mavericks for NBA Championships.  Head Coach Pat Reilly winning (but never for the Knicks?!); Alonzo Mourning winning (that other Georgetown champ; but never his old friend/ex-Knickbocker, Patrick Ewing); Shaquille O’Neal; Dwayne Wade; Gary Payton; etc.  Lucky them.

    I did not know that the space folks discovered that Pluto had more moons.  But, the news is that they’ve given them official names: Nix and Hydra.  Both names have underwold connotations, to be consistent with Pluto (the Roman king of the underworld) and its other moon, Charon (the river of the underworld).

    In Washington state, they have made it illegal for doctors to write prescriptions in cursive script.  Doctor, you’re either going to have to print it by hand or computer.  Aww shucks.

  • Monday

    Fascinating NY Times article on a handy service from the NY Public LIbrary.

    Ok, so I’ve been saying that Dr. Grey on “Grey’s Anatomy” needs a CIA agent boyfriend (particularly since Bomb Squad guy died so badly, and ok, so he really wasn’t a love interest, since she was still pining for Dr. McDreamy). But, the Powers Behind the show gave Grey a veterinarian love interest, played by Chris O’Donnell. But, turns out that O’Donnell is doing a cable mini-series on the CIA. So, rather indirectly, Grey gets a CIA guy. But, she’s still stuck on McDreamy. Sigh.

    Happy 64th Birthday, Sir Paul McCartney. As Paul sang many years ago, “Will you still need me/ will you still feed me/ when I’m 64…?” Aww. Well. Life has been hard, Paul, but we fans still love you.

    Junior’s Cheesecake heads to Times Square. Whoa.

    And, last but not least: Happy Birthday, Slate! Slate celebrates its 10th Birthday. The on-line magazine that I consider to be two thumbs up.

  • Nearing the Week’s End

    Seeing Charlie Rose back on his show has been interesting.  Monday night was a nice return, with Bill Moyers as a sort-of guest host (but more like a co-conversationalist at the Rose table) and Charlie Rose talking about how it was that his heart condition caused some problems while he was in Syria and how his heart surgery in Paris had complications.  But, he seems more vigorous.  Going to miss all those guest hosts, but Charlie’s looking well.

    With the US Open (Golf) going on, there’s been profiles on the latest doings of Tiger Woods.  Coinciding with Father’s Day and the recent passing of his father, Tiger’s dad is something to talk about.  But I also thought this article on Tiger’s mom, who instills his Asian-ness, so to speak, very interesting.
    And speaking of Father’s Day, I thought this Best Dads on TV was a good one.  I liked the analysis on Keith Mars of “Veronica Mars” – protective detective dad dealing with detective daughter.  And, Jack Bristow of “Alias”:

    But one of the things the show always had going for it was the spectacular Jack Bristow (Victor Garber), who always seemed destined to give his life for his daughter Sydney in one way or another — and who eventually did. Jack made a few mistakes along the way in trying to watch over Sydney without smothering her, but he backed her up in traditional and nontraditional senses. Besides, what’s better than being able to say your dad is a spy?

    Captain Stubing of “Love Boat” is an interesting choice; Cliff Huxtable of “Cosby” show – well, kind of predictable.  Martin Crane of “Frasier” – well, he deserves an award for putting up with Frasier and Niles’ shenanigans (particularly the Frasier episodes where I think Frasier forgot that years at Cheers and the torturous marriage with Lilith was supposed to have mellowed him out, which would have made him a far more easier son for Martin; but Frasier kept getting back to that snobby irritant side of himself).

    An interesting article in the New York Magazine profiling NY Times puzzle editor Will Shortz – covering what the new documentary about him and the crossword puzzle apparently doesn’t cover: Shortz is a crossword man, but his Sudoku books are making him rich.  Quite a thought.

    The comic strips “Judge Parker” has got a new artist, since the previous one retired.  The lines are a bit more modern and crisp and the characters looks more animated, whereas before, they seemed like really, really stiff versions of Roy Lichtenstein comic style artwork.   Randy Parker, the judge’s son and probably a witless junior lawyer, lost his CIA love interest and his ex-fiancee since both dumped him (although, really, he dumped his ex-fiancee already, but she made him feel worst by reaming him for moving on really fast, when he wasn’t even going into a real relationship with the CIA girl).  But, the current storyline can get total focus now that Randy’s love life (or current lack thereof) is resolved: Sam Driver, Esq., and his wife Abby finds out that their adopted daughter Sophie has outsourced her homework to a kid in India, by paying him and e-mailing him the research assignments.  She (who’s either a middle school kid or a high school lower classman) gives Indian kid an open invitation to visit the US and her home in particular.  Indian kid does visit.  Oops.  Abby at least finds Indian kid charming.  But, it gets worse: Sophie told Indian kid that she’s in college.  Sam and Abby are taken aback.  Sophie’s really in trouble.   Using the Internet for the wrong reasons plus outsourcing in one comic strip?  Crazy!  (but, oddly, far more believable than Randy’s idiotic love problems).

  • Weekend’s End

    Saw “Cars” Sunday. Excellent movie – damn, Pixar’s amazing. The “cinematography” of Route 66 was stunning – it looked like the real thing. The cars were cute. Actor Owen Wilson as “Lightening McQueen” – funny and angsty and cute. Kind of like all the various characters Wilson has played. And, Bonnie Hunt – aww, her Sally the Porsche was a burnt-out attorney from Los Angeles and turned into a solo practitioner/motel operator in Radiator Springs, the town dying because of the interstate highway. And, Paul Newman as Doc Hudson, the mysterious old car/town doctor/town judge – cool, man. You wouldn’t know it was Paul Newman but for those blue eyes… 😉 Highly recommended movie, no matter how old you are!

    An article on the Williamsburg Building.

    Beautiful sunshine on Sunday.  I was at Grand Army Plaza, to see if the Brooklyn Public Library Central Library was open. Nope. In lieu of Sunday hours, they’ve increased weekday evening hours. I still would have liked Sunday hours.

    And, an article on the traffic circle of Grand Army Plaza, a literal pedestrian death trap, if you asked me.  We can all wish, as the article acknowledged, that they’d improve it.  Some day.

  • Weekend!

    I don’t have cable, and so I haven’t seen the trendy tv show “Entourage,” wherein tv viewers follow the adventures of a rising Hollywood hunk and his (what else?) entourage of old neighborhood pals/wannabe stars and his agent. The (apparently insane) agent is played by the talented Jeremy Piven, who’s being profiled in all the magazines these days. He’s in Time, Entertainment Weekly, and so on. He has this energy, charisma, and charm. I particularly got a kick out of this Associated Press interview, wherein Piven makes a reference to one of his old tv shows:

    Q: Are you interested in writing or directing?

    Piven: I’d love being part of the process more. I came into this late in the game, into “Entourage.” The last time I did TV I was a producer of my own show called “Cupid” on ABC. We shot for a season and it was just an amazing learning experience. Then I had to shift into another mode, which is just an actor for hire. I really want to contribute, so I try to pitch things whenever I can. All you can do is throw things out into the universe and hope that maybe, in the spirit of collaboration, they will at least be received in a good way.

    Ohmigod. “Cupid” got a reference! It was an ABC cancelled show, only one season, where Piven played a man who claims to be Cupid and sets up these couples, but driving his cynical therapist (played by Paula Marshall) nuts because she distrusts his methods. Sort of a romantic version of X-Files, with Piven playing the Mulder Believer and Marshall the Scully Scientist. The chemistry between Marshall and Piven was cute, and Piven was amazing, playing quite a character (Cupid was nuts – people mistook him for the musician Dave Matthews – and this was when Piven really did resemble Dave Matthews; and maybe – just maybe – he really was Cupid!). I was so mad at ABC for cancelling it (this was back in the struggling for ratings days of ABC). In fact, I wrote ABC a letter. They sent me a post card saying “thanks” and that was it. So, it’s nice to see Piven’s tv career is going well (I believe his movie career was fine; never hurts to be a solid character actor). I just wish it wasn’t on cable…

    Ok, anyway, so in the wonderful world of comics, “Doonesbury” did a little dig at the whole MIT-hacking the poll that has Alex Doonesbury’s storyline apparently resolving to send her to MIT this fall.  It’s not clear that Alex is all that happy that she’ll be going, but Trudeau gets to poke fun at MIT for hacking his on-line poll.

    Classic Peanuts is running the storyline of how Charlie Brown got his sister, Sally the past two weeks.  Saturday’s edition has Snoopy dealing with a bird who has Woodstock’s attitude.  Woodstock’s precursor form?

    In “Blondie,” one wonders if Dagwood will really pursue his dream to have his own sandwich shop, as the comic strip has him seriously considering it.  Kind of weird to imagine Dagwood not being kicked around anymore by Boss Dithers.  But, wouldn’t Dagwood be competing with  Blondie’s catering company?  Hmm.  Maybe he and Blondie should join forces in their own food company.  At least Dagwood would be out of the whole corporate cog stuff.

  • Monday Blog

    So, Harvard Law is thinking of changing – just a bit – its pedagogical reliance on the Socratic method for a more problem-solving method? Hmm.

    May/June reading: Shakespeare’ Julius Caesar. Very interesting read, since it’s been years since I last read it (way back in 9th grade English). With adult eyes and increased knowledge on both Shakespeare and Roman history, I came to really appreciate what was going on in the play:

    – Brutus thinks he’s the hero, but he really isn’t, because he really believes his fight for the Ideal Roman Republic will succeed – and maybe that makes him naive.

    – Who really is the Hero: Brutus and his conspirators (and while we know Brutus’ agenda, what exactly were the others getting, besides expressing their personal dislike of Caesar?) vs. the no less ambitious and probably less-democratically inclined Mark Antony and Octavius (soon to be Augustus) Caesar? History and Shakespeare notes that Antony and Octavius win (well, actually, just Octavius, since Antony didn’t win either), but we are meant to still feel bad for Brutus, I think.
    – And fate (or Fate) really will do a number on you.

    – And, boy, is that Mark Antony a sly politician. No wonder he’d lose, because he’s no smarter than Brutus. Octavius’ one weakness was his youth, but he’d overcome that, as History illustrates.
    – Women really don’t come out looking so good in Julius Caesar: neither Caesar nor Brutus listened to or confided in their wives.
    (Disclosure: I spent a semester studying Roman history in college; yep, that’s what being a history major at a major liberal arts school does to you – and, mind you, I chose to take that class and it proved quite interesting – those Romans were certainly something).

    Monday night: NYC’s local WB channel broadcasted the series finale of “Everwood,” which I taped and will watch later, to at least bear witness to the end of a perfectly good WB show before the local WB becomes the local CW. Why CW chose to renew “Seventh Heaven” over “Everwood,” I can’t begin to fathom. No, actually, I can: “Seventh Heaven” is a long-running 10-year old show that has the pretense of Good Christian and Family Values (never minding the fact that Rev. Camden’s denomination was never clear beyond that the Camdens were some kind of Protestants, since they were pretty obviously not Catholic).

    On the other hand, “Everwood” was a show that got pretty visceral over such realities as: life sometimes really, really suck; death really, really sucks; there are times when you hate your parents or your kids or both, and vice versa; love can drive you really, really crazy; and it’s hard to make the life and career balance; and when you’re talented, what do you do with that talent? Plus, “Everwood” had a diverse (well, sort of) world view: you got your Jews and your Christians; an older interracial married couple (who the writers broke up with the passing of Irv, leaving poor Edna a widow again); the married middle aged couple who dealt with the wife’s cancer bout (Dr. and Mrs. Abbott’s travails were very nicely portrayed); Ephram Brown’s travails of love, life and getting over having left NYC for Colorado due to his dad’s good/sometimes selfish intentions; etc.

    Maybe CW was too afraid to keep such a show on. Who knows? Everwood, CO, will be missed.

    Meanwhile, CW’s keeping UPN’s sitcoms of “Everyone Hates Chris” and “Girlfriends.” For one perspective, I’ll highlight that Slate has an interesting article analyzing the show “Girlfriends.” I sometimes watch the reruns (or at least I did when our local UPN aired them; now that they lost the UPN name and rights, they don’t air them anymore), and I find the sitcom funny. I can see how it transcends and confronts issues of race and class, and it’s a nicely done ensemble, but more importantly – well, it’s just funny. (Kelsey Grammar’s a producer, so he, being the ex-Frasier, ought to know what he’s doing). Plus, it’s funny watch the two attorneys: William, who so loves being an attorney at Big Firm, and Joan (played by Tracee Ellis Ross, daughter of Diana Ross; well, during the course of the series, Joan leaves Big Firm, since she realizes that she hated being a lawyer – oh, well, nothing new there in the world of law practice and for lots of attorneys).

    I was behind on my Time magazine reading, so I mention these here now:

    Dragon Boat Racing is apparently turning into quite a business opportunity.

    And, Time reports that yogurt may turn into the next best thing since pizza and coffee in the wonderful world of food business. Huh?

    Sigh. I wish I had another weekend already. In fact, a three-day one would be nice…

  • Some Stuff

    I must say, FC and YC have done some great travel blogging!

    Ah, a NY Times Op-ed that seems rather dear to me, at least in reminding me of my poor student days, when I figured that unpaid internships were rather… exploitative and not very enlightening because, well, they’re unpaid: “Take This Internship and Shove It.” Anya Kamenetz writes:

    [….] I was an unpaid intern at a newspaper from March 2002, my senior year, until a few months after graduation. I took it for granted, as most students do, that working without pay was the best possible preparation for success; parents usually agree to subsidize their offspring’s internships on this basis. But what if we’re wrong?What if the growth of unpaid internships is bad for the labor market and for individual careers?

    Let’s look at the risks to the lowly intern. First there are opportunity costs. Lost wages and living expenses are significant considerations for the two-thirds of students who need loans to get through college. Since many internships are done for credit and some even cost money for the privilege of placement overseas or on Capitol Hill, those students who must borrow to pay tuition are going further into debt for internships.

    Second, though their duties range from the menial to quasi-professional, unpaid internships are not jobs, only simulations. And fake jobs are not the best preparation for real jobs.

    Long hours on your feet waiting tables may not be particularly edifying, but they teach you that work is a routine of obligation, relieved by external reward, where you contribute value to a larger enterprise. Newspapers and business magazines are full of articles expressing exasperation about how the Millennial-generation employee supposedly expects work to be exciting immediately, wears flip-flops to the office and has no taste for dues-paying. However true this stereotype may be, the spread of the artificially fun internship might very well be adding fuel to it.

    By the same token, internships promote overidentification with employers: I make sacrifices to work free, therefore I must love my work. A sociologist at the University of Washington, Gina Neff, who has studied the coping strategies of interns in communications industries, calls the phenomenon “performative passion.” Perhaps this emotion helps explain why educated workers in this country are less and less likely to organize, even as full-time jobs with benefits go the way of the Pinto. [….]

    So an internship doesn’t teach you everything you need to know about coping in today’s working world. What effect does it have on the economy as a whole?

    The Bureau of Labor Statistics does not identify interns or track the economic impact of unpaid internships. But we can do a quick-and-dirty calculation: according to Princeton Review’s “Internship Bible,” there were 100,000 internship positions in 2005. Let’s assume that out of those, 50,000 unpaid interns are employed full time for 12 weeks each summer at an average minimum wage of $5.15 an hour. That’s a nearly $124 million yearly contribution to the welfare of corporate America.

    In this way, unpaid interns are like illegal immigrants. They create an oversupply of people willing to work for low wages, or in the case of interns, literally nothing. Moreover, a recent survey by Britain’s National Union of Journalists found that an influx of unpaid graduates kept wages down and patched up the gaps left by job cuts.

    There may be more subtle effects as well. In an information economy, productivity is based on the best people finding the jobs best suited for their talents, and interns interfere with this cultural capitalism. They fly in the face of meritocracy — you must be rich enough to work without pay to get your foot in the door. And they enhance the power of social connections over ability to match people with desirable careers. A 2004 study of business graduates at a large mid-Atlantic university found that the completion of an internship helped people find jobs faster but didn’t increase their confidence that those jobs were a good fit.

    With all this said, the intern track is not coming to an end any time soon. More and more colleges are requiring some form of internship for graduation. Still, if you must do an internship, research shows you will get more out of it if you find a paid one.

    A 1998 survey of nearly 700 employers by the Institute on Education and the Economy at Columbia University’s Teachers College found: “Compared to unpaid internships, paid placements are strongest on all measures of internship quality. The quality measures are also higher for those firms who intend to hire their interns.” This shouldn’t be too surprising — getting hired and getting paid are what work, in the real world, is all about.

    That’s right, Lowly Unpaid Intern. You’re no better off than an illegal immigrant. In fact, you’re either over-educated or under-educated and still not getting anything out of it. Or, in my case, my one-time unpaid internship convinced me to never do another unpaid internship again because I like seeing real money in my real account.

    I managed to catch a little bit of the Today show farewell to Katie Couric. Got a bit too sappy if you asked me, seeing the old clips and feeling a bit sorry for Couric, so I turned the tv off and turned my 1010 WINS News radio back on. I prefer radio to go with my breakfast. That’s just me. Enjoy your vacation, Katie Couric, and let’s see how you do on CBS on your premiere date.

    The ABC commercials promoting Charlie (sorry, Charles) Gibson as the Trusted Anchor is a bit irritating. Just a bit. No offense to Gibson, but considering the unfortunate injury of Bob Woodruff and Elizabeth Vargas’ impending maternity leave, ABC’s ultimate choosing of Gibson (when he might have had this position all to himself all along) – well, it still leaves me with a weird feeling …