First and Life To Go at the West Forsyth 50

Ah, love.  It causes people to do the wildest things, like getting hitched on the 50 yard line of your alma mater.  I loved this article in the Journal.

Leigh Ellen Joyce and Derek Spencer are getting married at their second home — the football field at West Forsyth High School.

As students at West, both spent a lot of time on the field. Spencer, who graduated in 1996, wore No. 6 playing cornerback and receiver for the football team…

"It's kind of like home out here," Joyce said the other day as she and Spencer sat in the bleachers talking about their plan to stand in the middle of the 50-yard line when they get married later this month. About 300 guests will be seated on the field behind them.

(If it rains, the plan is to move the ceremony to the Joyces' church — Fairview Moravian.)

 

Magnet Interview with Winston-Salem Natives, The dB’s

An excerpt from Magnet's interview with Winston-Salem natives Peter Holsapple and Chris Stamey of The dB's:

Chris and I both went to the same elementary school in Winston-Salem. I remember seeing him waiting to get picked up in the parking lot with his viola case. He and Mitch were in the same class. I was in the same class with Will (Rigby). It was an interesting group of people who grew up together for years and years. I was 12 and Chris was 13. I was a little bit in awe of him because he was really close pals with Mitch. Their moms were even close. And Mitch was a total guitar god, even then. He was playing in a cocktail band somewhere. Chris had gotten into recording. I remember standing with him in the R.J. Reynolds High School auditorium pit, recording another band called Rittenhouse Square with Mitch, the predecessor version to the one we were in. It was a who’s-who of great players in Winston-Salem and one of those moments when you make a connection between what the local band was doing and what the Beatles were doing. It may have been disparate, but I kind of got the feeling from watching that that it was obtainable.

Here's a link to a 2002 story about the 80s' power pop era to which The dB's belonged.

links for 2009-06-01

It Rhymes with Chowder

In today's media environment there's no shortage of opinion, heck even I have one, but that also means there's a glut of what I call "idiocrity."  Exhibit A comes from Mark Krikorian, a contributor at a publication that should know better, namely the National Review.  First he wonders why we should pronounce President Obama's first Supreme Court justice nominee's name with the proper Spanish pronunciation, which apparently is the way she wants it to be pronounced, even though it's not the "natural English pronunciation."  Then he follows up that post with more "logic":

Deferring to people's own pronunciation of their names should obviously be our first inclination, but there ought to be limits. Putting the emphasis on the final syllable of Sotomayor is unnatural in English (which is why the president stopped doing it after the first time at his press conference), unlike my correspondent's simple preference for a monophthong over a diphthong, and insisting on an unnatural pronunciation is something we shouldn't be giving in to…

This may seem like carping, but it's not. Part of our success in assimilation has been to leave whole areas of culture up to the individual, so that newcomers have whatever cuisine or religion or so on they want, limiting the demand for conformity to a smaller field than most other places would. But one of the areas where conformity is appropriate is how your new countrymen say your name, since that's not something the rest of us can just ignore, unlike what church you go to or what you eat for lunch. And there are basically two options — the newcomer adapts to us, or we adapt to him. And multiculturalism means there's a lot more of the latter going on than there should be.

To this I say, "Huh?"  I need only look at my own experience to say that this is just plain stupid.  My last name is Lowder and it's proper pronunciation makes it rhyme with "chowder", but before most people hear my name pronounced they assume that the first syllable rhymes with "hoe".  Using this guy's "logic" my family, which has been in North Carolina for over a couple of hundred years, has been forcing our neighbors to speak unnaturally for generations thus I guess we're not properly assimilated. How un-American of us!  I guess I should also apologize for my parents dropping the "h" from John.

I think Lex is right; Buckley's legacy is tarnished by this kind of writing. 

Winston-Salem Profiled on Wells-Fargo Wachovia Blog

Here's a link to the profile of Winston-Salem and an overview of Wachovia's history written for the Wells-Fargo Wachovia blog by Wayne Thompson, a resident of Winston-Salem and member of the Wells-Fargo communications team.  It's a nice piece but Mr. Thompson had a couple of small errors:  one was a sin of ommission when he forgot to include Arnold Palmer in the list of Wake Forest sports greats (this was pointed out by a commenter on the blog) and the other was identifying Chris Paul as a native of Winston-Salem (he grew up in Lewisville). 

Glass Half Empty or Half Full?

I love positive thinking, especially the variety that goes something like this: "Yes, you lost your foot in that freak bicycle accident but on the positive side you still have your leg!"  Thus you'll understand why I really like this story from the Winston-Salem Journal titled Existing-Home Sales Up for Fourth Month and this excerpt in particular:

The Winston-Salem Regional Association of Realtors said yesterday that 324 homes were sold last month, up 3.8 percent from the 312 sold in March.

"While it is not uncommon for sales to increase month over month for the first half of the year, it is encouraging in this climate that we are returning to more normal home-buying patterns in our community," said Phillip Rector with Mundy Realty and the president of the association.

Still, April home sales were down 34.8 percent from April 2008, when 497 homes were sold. The average sales price was $157,000 last month, down 11.3 percent from $177,000 for the same period a year ago

I think a better gauge of how good this news is (or isn't) would be to compare the growth from March-April in 2008 with March-April of this year. While this story tells us that home sales were up 3.8% from March to April of 2009 we don't know what the increase from March to April of 2008 was, which means we don't know if we have better or worse growth than last year.  If housing sales actually declined this time last year then it makes the fact that April sales this year were down 35% from last year not so bad, because last year sales were sliding from month-to-month and this year they're on the rise.  But if March-April sales last year were actually an increase of 7% then that means that not only are the year-to-year comparisons bad, but the seasonal growth in sales this year is also worse than last year, which makes the news really bad.

Long story short: I really hope the news is good, but the data given in this story doesn't really tell us if it is or not.

Until We Can Dash, Let’s Wrassle!

Driving past Winston-Salem's delayed crown jewel of a downtown baseball stadium it occurred to me that with all the rain we've had and all that exposed Carolina clay that's where the outfield will someday be the Dash's outfield (we hope) there's actually something the venue can be used for until the sod's ready to roll out: the world's largest mud-wrestling pit.  Rather than let the site just sit there let's get some entertainment value out of it.  It really might work, especially if you consider the stadium's proximity to several of Winston-Salem's adult entertainment establishments…not that I'd know anything about that.

Hot off the presses:no baseball downtown this year.  Wrassling it is.

Parenting Wisdom

The following sentence was uttered by a parent not to be named, upon the departure to the pool of her 15 year old daughter, who was sporting her brand new and way-too-skimpy-for-her-Dad-to-look bikini:

"At least she looks good and her a– is covered and her boobs aren't hanging out."

There is that.