Wuxtry, school aide falls on sword

Reading about the Chi Public Schools apparatchik who took the fall for the little list of clouted applicants to elite schools, various noteworthy items:

. . . Duncan ordered admissions requests tracked over several years, creating a lengthy and detailed compilation of politicians . . .

Whazis, tracked?  Either Trib copy editor did this or was so challenged by it, he gave up.  I refer to this sequence:

The Tribune revealed earlier this week that Duncan ordered admissions requests tracked over several years, creating a lengthy and detailed compilation of politicians and influential business people who intervened on behalf of children during his tenure.

Look.  Can’t a newspaper be clear and concise and punchy?  Apparently not.

Then this, which seems to be a diminishing of the important story the Trib broke a few days ago:

The lists, used mostly in appeals cases, also show inquiries from politically unconnected parents. [How many?]

There is no evidence that principals were forced to admit unqualified students. Indeed, many applicants were still rejected after powerful patrons became involved.

Crazy.  A reader might ask, “So what’s the problem?” 

Care and prudence is one thing, pulling back Uriah Heep-like is quite another.

What also of this?

The girls were not accepted to Whitney Young, because of low test scores.

Were not accepted to?  Not by?  Or at, assuming by someone there, say, the principal?  Whazis accepted to business?

The quotes are good, supporting the obvious conclusion that this guy fell on his sword for his old buddy Arne Duncan.

The Rev. Susan Johnson, senior minister at Hyde Park Union Church who has known Pickens since childhood, said: “To sacrifice someone of his caliber and race and gender is just such a waste of talent.”

And gender?  What’s that about?  Race we get: it’s standard racialism away with which no white person could get.  But what’s the gender business?  Black male achievers so rare, or what?

Then we have an “unwieldy” bureaucracy at the Chi Board of Ed?  So stated by the reporters.  You can’t wield that bureacracy for love or money, it just won’t be wielded.  Instead “tangled”?  How’s corrupt and incompetent?  Politically infested.  Come on, Trib peoples, say something.  It won’t kill you and it could save a subscription or two.

More to the point of apparatchik falling on sword:

“David was a very honest and loyal lieutenant to Arne Duncan,” said Bill Gerstein, a high school principal and longtime friend of Pickens. “He was loyal to a fault and honest to a fault. In organizations, oftentimes the people who do the work and follow through on initiatives — they’re the first ones to go.”

I love the honest to a fault.  He didn’t lie. 

Then way at the end of the story, in hard, not digital copy:

Through a spokesman, Duncan declined to comment.

Of course not.

"Wimpy" is good

Sister Helena Burns likes “Diary of a Wimpy Kid.”  Calls it

the best movie of 2010 so far. Everything about it is sterling: the acting, the story, the dialogue, the soundtrack, the pacing, the humor, the editing. Everything clicks and pops.

Having just yesterday bailed out from true-life attitude and behaviors to watch “Bounty Hunter” at the Lake — was well rewarded with untrue-to-life stuff as to cops, robbers, etc. (so what? who needs the real thing?) and with wise theme commentary on marriage and what makes it work: the Aniston woman and Gerard Butler quite good at this part of this basically feel-good movie — I am specially alert to this un-wimpy review.

“Diary of a Wimpy Kid” avoids all kinds of movie-making tropes, and is a surprisingly fresh and profound take on young people’s development of character. There is no snarkiness or smart-aleckiness. Just kids as kids trying to survive and make their way in life, getting involved in downright hilarious, yet not too impossible, adventures.

It is nonstop entertainment — including adolescent boy gross-out humor — but it’s never quick and cheap. It’s all expertly folded in to a fully-fleshed out story. Every scene deftly advances character and plot.

She’s not bad herself.  Her copy moves along, this puiling out stops of praise is not her usual approach, hence is more credible here.  I will have to catch a Holy Week matinee of it.  Does that mean I did not give up movies for Lent?  ‘Fraid so.  I’m not the boy I was in the early ‘40s, no.