Briley and the Scene: The story about the story

Councilperson Emily Evans is quite nettled by a recent story in the Nashville Scene where Jeff Woods rehashes Rob Briley’s recent events.

So, it leaves me wondering if this article was meant to satisfy the prurient interests of the writer, the reader or both because it sure wasn’t news. There is a real, human cost to exploiting these types of stories well past the point where one has ceased to educate and inform the public.

Woods admits as much in his story, following up “Until now, it has gone unreported in the media” with, a dozen words later, “Their relationship was common knowledge at the Capitol.” But, to conclude that “it has gone unreported” would be to omit this. And this. And the post and comments here. And to fail to read between the lines here or here.

Though, to be fair, the above stories only hinted at infidelity. The Scene story was the first to brand the Scarlet A.

Done working? Move to Nashville.

Last month, U.S. News and World Report rated Smyrna one of the “Top 10 Places to Retire,” prompting some to urge Nashvillians to make the trek down 24:

“Some people are moving out here from Nashville because of our parks and nature trails,” Doris Jones, 71, said in the article. She moved to Smyrna after her husband, Clyde, retired in 1985.

Now, Money Magazine, apparently unmoved by Civil War memorials and an abundance of of golf courses, overlooks Smyrna and names the Hillsboro Village and downtown areas of Nashville in its own Top Ten list.

According to Money Magazine, Nashville’s greatest competitors for your golden years include San Jose, Boston, Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, and Seattle.

The other cat-like creature in Sommet

While Nashville watches the Sommet Center’s chimney for a proclamation on the Predators’ future, its other sports franchise has left, without much fanfare.

Does anyone really care that the Kats are leaving Nashville? Jennifer sure doesn’t. GoldnI just wants to know how this impacts the Preds. Meanwhile, the Kats’ own message board is hosting online group therapy for the three or four fans.

And, for the 98% of readers who don’t know, the Kats were Nashville’s contribution to arena football, a cross between the Sunday pastime and pinball.

UPDATE: Nemesis Girl confirms that Jennifer/Finn does not care, and locates another half dozen fans commiserating at the Tennessean forums.

Take a dime, leave a penny

Bill Hobbs takes issue with current campaign finance rules, arguing that they provide insufficient deterrence to law-breakers. At issue is Senator Jerry Cooper’s alleged personal use of $95,004 in campaign funds, punishable by a maximum fine of $10,000.

But of course any fine lower than $95,004 will mean Cooper makes a net profit for his crime - and would set a terrible precedent that would only encourage other unscrupulous and corrupt legislators to transfer campaign funds to personal use.

While this case is still being investigated, a more general question remains. Does the Registry of Election Finance (TREF) intend to hold unethical lawmakers to account? Unfortunately, past experiences with Mary Pruitt’s suspect finances do not offer an encouraging answer.

Bill Hobbs does not place blame with TREF, but instead is in search of state “legislators who care about ethics” to strengthen the laws. If such a search leaves out legislators who consider their per diem travel allowance a personal slush fund, not too many are left.

The dogs want you to drink

Can’t fit excessive wine consumption, helping local people in need, and saving puppies into your weekend plans? Now you can.

The Brown Dog Foundation, a nascent local charity that helps families pay for veterinary bills, is hosting a We Salute the Animals Wine Weekend.

It is too late for tickets to the gala dinner, but a wine tasting on Saturday matches a good cause with the good people of Dunham Cellars, whose Three Legged Red is named after Port, the winemaker’s mutt.

Twenty five dollars gets you a taste of four wines, and helps a family avoid a too-difficult decision between their finances and their pet.

A fleeting chance at immortality

Paige Clancy gets official word from Google about the search giant adding Nashville to its StreetView maps:

[Google Spokeperson] Malinowska declined to confirm the specifics of Google’s Street View vehicles, but said, “We’re focused on making this service available in as many cities as possible.” … Malinowska said Google cannot confirm or provide driving details, except to say the company is “collecting imagery on an ongoing basis.”

The absence of an express denial confirms it! We already have pictorial evidence from The Intown Report, Anthony Trumbo, and The Charlotte Parker. Patrick and Lydia tell us at least one gas-guzzling Chevy is involved.

How many Nashville images do you think will look like this?

Keely, Du, and the Freshmen

This weekend, I attended a performance of Keely and Du, the controversial play by the pseudonymous Jane Martin, at the Vanderbilt University Theater. While the script, a polemic about the abortion debate, often replaces needed nuance with shock, the cast does a heroic job. Angie Fontaine’s (Keely) performance is especially remarkable. The script permits her little physical movement (she is handcuffed for most of the show) yet her emotion, intonation, and range of expression make for a captivating performance.

Equally captivating as the events on stage were the happenings in the audience. This show was required viewing for every incoming Vanderbilt freshman. Most universities assign a common book for new students—a Siddharta or Don Quixote—whose themes of self-discovery and cultural integration are apt metaphors for college life. Some take a more controversial approach, such as Princeton’s production of “Sex on a Saturday Night,” to warn students abouts rampant sexual abuse. According to Vanderbilt Visions, the program that orients incoming students by discussing the “challenges all first year students encounter,”

Unlike many American colleges and universities, where a common reading brings together the first-year class, Vanderbilt first-year students together go to the theater.

Community is apparently built through a communal exploration of spousal abuse, rape, religious zealotry, and abortion. Three lessons from watching the audience during the show:

1. Someone who was worried about what to wear to the prom just a few short months ago is not sufficently mature to handle material of this nature, as indicated by nervous laughter in all the wrong places.


2. I feel for Vanderbilt’s professors of these undegraduates. Someone who sends text messages, makes phone calls, and holds up the lit screen of a cell phone during fade outs in some modern version of the lighter-during-Freebird in the midst of a stage performance is unlikely to show etiquette, restraint, or decorum in a classroom setting.


3. Making this play a required freshman communal experience was a very, very bad idea.