Boosterism beyond critique

The irony about that headline is that athletic boosters, who actively grease the wheels if not the palms, are the most willing and ready to weigh-in and express disapproval if not remedies. Cue the irony and the facts we hate.

One thing – and reader, there are many – that you pick up from working at the interface between PR and journalism is how aware you become of the vulnerabilities of the former and constraints of the latter, the need to go right up to the line between without misleading or insulting anyone. Especially yourself. Everyone who has done this work understands it well, but can misunderstand the notion of ‘protecting the institution,’ where we internalize and suppress certain things about what we know, perhaps under the illusion of self-preservation even at the expense of the broader endeavor.* We don’t want to think this is how these things happen or how they work – a little too much agency perhaps, but we watch them unfold nonetheless.

So the image up top. Occasionally we need to detain the messenger for questioning. The boosterism of local newspapers, heightened into absurdity by conglomeration and then into farce in the role as any state’s singular media outlet, provides a hothouse for particular dragons. To maintain a hands-off approach clear of financial conflict but convenient about loyalties begs questions out into the exoplanetary realm. What are the incentives to comfort or afflict? The information plot as essentially promotional fails on its own terms. Gather at the Derrida but what tensions remain in that line, or are they bled away into headlines about headlines? Who’s headlines were these, anyway? And then the egregious mention of ‘notoriety’ as though the product of some unknown force. They’re doing us a favor by being so clumsy about it.

There’s a lot to remember, granted. But let’s do better. The extent to which the word sequence ‘data center’ is simply deployed as a political, economic, and environmental gravity unto itself would be an excellent place to start.

* one gets moved up into crisis communications and comes to understand the same problem in a different way.

I’ll Be Your Mirror

Act I. Scene II of Julius Caesar, after the soothsayer brings the heavy and these two are left alone.

BRUTUS
I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I’ll leave you.

CASSIUS
Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.

BRUTUS
Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veil’d my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved–
Among which number, Cassius, be you one–
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.

BRUTUS
Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veil’d my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved–
Among which number, Cassius, be you one–
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.

CASSIUS
Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

BRUTUS
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.

CASSIUS
‘Tis just:
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
And groaning underneath this age’s yoke,
Have wish’d that noble Brutus had his eyes.

BRUTUS
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?

CASSIUS
Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

Flourish and Shout, indeed.

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