If you’ve been following my adventures in conservative politics and the new media, then you might know that this is my third website since last July. That isn’t ideal, of course– not if you want to draw readers to your blog. But my life changed so much in 2012 that the moves were necessary. To anyone who got lost in the shuffle, my apologies.
Between November of 2011 and November 6, 2012, I was a Herman Cain supporter, a Rick Santorum grassroots volunteer, worked for Restoring America Project PAC, wrote and edited at Tea Party Tribune then worked for Americans For Prosperity. In the meantime, I started writing for Integrity, which consists of blogging for their business clients’ websites.
Here at Lowering the Boom, you’ll find conservative-themed images, stories and commentary. But don’t expect to find a lot of snarkiness. It’s just not something I’m good at.
– Becca Lower
After watching a YouTube of a “Siskel & Ebert” review for ‘Murphy’s Romance,’ a James Garner/Sally Fields film I remembered fondly, I spent a few hours over the weekend watching old episodes of “Siskel & Ebert.”
Then I came across this bizarre mismatch of an interview: both Roger Ebert and Gene Siskel appeared on Howard Stern’s Channel 9 tv show, along with sidekick Robin Quivers, in 1991. Howard and his gang had made a parody short film based on the Robin Williams/Robert DeNiro movie ‘Awakenings,’ and asked the vaunted reviewers for their honest opinion.
There’s a version of the full interview in one video here.
My apologies for being away so long… enjoy the stories:
The Camp of the Saints’ Bob Belvedere says “Arrivederci, Amico Mio, Genari” to singer Jerry Vale.
Let’s meander out to the left coast, look at some entertainment biz news and check in with our friend Gene…
Blackmailers Don’t Shoot: Emilia Clarke Unleashes Dragons on Hollywood Boulevard
Jimmie Bise writing at Freedomworks.org: Rock Star, Ninja, or Guru: Which One Are You?
Thanks for all of your encouragement and prayers. They have made a difference in my life! Until next weekend… some great rock music to inspire you:
Back in April, Bloomberg‘s BusinessWeek published a neat, little article titled “Austin or Bust: America’s Biggest Cities Lose People to the Urban B-List.” It has all the charts and graphs you might expect in this kind of economy-centric periodical and on this kind of topic. In this case, ‘b-list’ isn’t some sort of slam against the places listed: they are more like the diva’s understudy waiting for the spotlight than one of Cinderella’s undeserving step sisters.
I don’t really understand what all of the data points mean, or what the graphs portend. (Maybe someone could VoxSplain it all to me?) It might surprise you to learn that- in droves- people are shedding the cities with the highest cost for the homes desirable to middle-income earners. Or maybe it won’t. This statistic, I think, is a positive thing. What it means is Americans are still scrapping and clawing, even in this dismal economy, to achieve the epitome of the American dream, home ownership. Increasingly, they’re finding it, not in New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago, but in smaller cities like Nashville, Tennessee, Phoenix, Arizona and Austin, Texas.
“But it’s hot….”
About thirty days from now, I’ll be moving back west, not to Las Vegas, where I spent most of the 2000s (did we ever settle on what to call that decade?), but to its sister to the south, Phoenix. I know Phoenix has the same soul-stealing heat, gorgeous red rock scenery, and other things you’ll find in or around Sin City. There are things that Bugsy Siegel’s ‘Paradise’ doesn’t have over the Valley of the Sun that appeal to me. For instance, baseball. The Cactus League is home to many major league spring training camps, including that of the Arizona Diamondbacks. Last year, the league set an all-time attendance record as over 1.7 million happy fans crowded the stadiums that dot the landscape. I hear rumors that Arizona has other professional sports teams, too, which of course we don’t have in Cincinnati.We only have the Bengals.
Phoenix has museums and zoos and lots and lots of other stuff to keep you cool indoors. And besides the blistering summer months, the rest of the calendar is mild and pleasant. When I think of Phoenix, I think of an willowy,aproned Flo and “Mel’s Diner.” I wonder if sassy waitresses there ever say,”Kiss my grits”?
Often, whenever you tell someone you used to live in Vegas, people will give you an incredulous look, and say something like, “But it’s so hot there. How did you stand it?”
“No, really. It’s hot!”
I’ll tell you how you stand the heat. You become like a wily lizard. You plan ahead and seek out the way. Any shade — tree leaves, awnings, an extremely tall person — will do. You also plan your most active part of the day when it’s coolest: in the early mornings or the late evenings. You find your occupation someplace indoors, in the merciful splendor of air conditioned modernity.Then you make sure to have access to an outdoor swimming pool, where you reside in comfort once the sun goes down.
Now, you might cotton to the line of thinking found in this Salon article: “Say goodbye to Phoenix — and the American West,” they say, because climate change is making all of the water dry up. I’ll leave that for the pundits and the scientists to duke it out. Because I’m going…
“But why leave Cincinnati? What’s wrong with it?”
There’s nothing wrong with Cincinnati, necessarily. Well, there is the fact that the state itself is trending toward stagnation and liberalism, rife with aging dinosaurs looking to lead the state Republican party ever onward to more compromises with a growing, progressive left. Our governor, the “compassionate conservative” John Kasich, decided that it would be “the right thing to do” to cut a deal with the Obama Administration on expanding Medicaid, over the will of the people of Ohio and her elected majority GOP legislature. We have a Speaker of the House (yes, I live in John Boehner’s district) who waffles and weaves… and sobs his way to overwhelming election wins, every two years. Really, the less said about him, the better, don’t you think?
Beyond all that, Cincinnati is a lovely city. I’m going to miss United Dairy Farmers and the World’s Largest Chicken Dance at Oktoberfest on Fountain Square (Check The Guinness Book of World Records- it’s in there!); Reds Opening Day and Skyline Chili. And the reason I’m leaving contains the reason it’s so appealing to others: it’s not going to change all that much, no matter how long I’m away. More than likely, all of these great things will be here– when I come back and visit.