29.1.09

Introducing ....

Introducing Lewis Lehe and Justin Jacobs...

Both Lewis and Justin are senior editors at The Pitt News and columnists.
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And they both have blogs now, too.

Justin, the A and E editor, covers music at GravityRidesEverythingBlog.blogspot.com

Lewis, the Multimedia editor, posts his musings -- both funny and serious, particularly when he writes about economics -- at BlogOfTheAllies.blogspot.com

Check 'em out!

Reporters, dead bodies, Detroit, Oh my!

Here's the Craziest news story of the day/News story most likely to become an instant urban legend.

You know you live in a football town when...

... the day after the Super Bowl, your area school district gives everyone a free two-hour delay so they can recover from the night before.

Really? The superintendent should have just said, "Look, we know people are going to be hung over, and we'd rather they woke up enough to teach class before they come into work." I guess it makes a certain amount of sense, but it would be nicer if they would just, I don't know, encourage professionals to act like professionals. I mean, people can't get a day off of work for Election day (much less actual weather emergencies) but they can for the Super Bowl? And not even the actual Super Bowl, but the day after. Welcome to Steeler Country, I guess.

-Richard Brown

Snow days a big debate

It's not just Pitt students doting about the spat of winter weather this week. Pittsburgh's neighbor to the South, Washington, D.C., faced its own snow debacle yesterday.

While students' (and the TPN editorial board's) wishes for a snow day yesterday weren't granted, Barack Obama spent his day complaining that D.C. froze up and shut down.

Check out the Washington Post's editorial in response to him.

28.1.09

Pittbsurgh's day in the sun

According to a recent article in the Post-Gazette, Pittsburgh is going to be emphasizing alternative energy in an effort to become an alternative-energy powerhouse. The only issue? The alternative energy we're trying to harness is solar power.

Is it just me, or does this seem a bit backward? According to weather data, Pittsburgh is the 19th-cloudiest city in the United States, with an average of 203 cloudy days a year - not including days that are only partly cloudy. And even though the city is one of 25 Solar America Cities, a distinction that makes it available for a $200,000 grant for the development and implementation of solar infrastructure, even the article notes that the city was awarded the title because "the city's enthusiasm shines brightly." Not because we have the best sun, but because our attitude is good. If only solar power was powered by hopes and dreams, we'd be golden.

It's true that direct sun isn't absolutely necessary for solar power, but it still seems like this proposal is a little misdirected. Maybe wind power would be a better choice, given Pittsburgh's high hills and our general lack of most other renewable resources. But if enthusiasm is enough to warrant a government grant, then hey, go for it. Maybe I'll be enthusiastic about solar power and get a grant too.

Obama hates snow days

According to this Associated Press article, President Obama has a problem with snow days. 

According to our president, "...When it comes to weather, folks in Washington don't seem to be able to handle things." Apparently, in Chicago, children enjoy their recess outside, even if it is 10 below and icier than Beyonce's disgustingly large wedding ring.

All I have to say is Obama better watch himself.

Taking on Republicans or Hillary Clinton is one thing. But the children of America? That's a death wish. And mark my words, they will never forgive him for this. 

Hasn't Obama ever seen the Nickelodeon classic, "Snow Day?" Doesn't he realize how much physical abuse an unruly mob of school-wary elementary students can inflict? Lest we forget, children are little monsters. I heard Chris Elliott couldn't show his face for weeks after the release of that movie. 

If Obama continues his assault on snow days — which are an American tradition, I might add! — I can only imagine the worst will happen:

One minute he'll wake up, toasty and warm in his White House bed — he doesn't have to brave the harsh, arctic conditions of the bus stop — and the next, the children of Washington will be throwing snowballs in his face and making off with Air Force One. 

I can only implore that Obama rescind his comments immediately ... before it's too late!

- Molly Green

University still open

As of now, Pitt's classes are still on for tonight. A spokesperson from the Chancellor's office added that individual staff members should take their safety into consideration tonight, though.

Professors individually can choose to cancel classes. And many have tonight because of predictions of heavy snowfall and ice. The National Weather Service issued a winter storm warning for Western Pennsylvania today until 7 p.m. tonight.

The Chancellor's office would make the decision whether to close or keep open the University in the case of inclement weather.

Two years ago, the University closed because of hazardous winter weather.

Super Bowl riot precautions

Looks like the Pittsburgh police will be shutting down Oakland Sunday, closing intersections from McKee to Bigelow along Forbes and Fifth Avenues near the end of the Super Bowl game.

Check out the complete listing here.

27.1.09

Department reshuffling?

Pitt's English department, which offers two majors (one in literature, and one in writing where students choose between different "tracks"), held a focus group of students and professors on Monday to discuss possible departmental changes.

All English majors, lit or writing, were invited to attend to the focus group and offer their thoughts on some pressing issues in the department: Whether or not to collapse the Journalism writing track in with the Creative Non-Fiction track for one program of study, or to keep Journalism separate.

Three English majors attended the discussion, plus one non-major (two of the student participants were Pitt Newsers). Dr. David Bartholomae, who is serving in his last year as department chair, led the focus group.

We're not sure where the department stands on the issue after the meeting, and we're still forming our opinions, too.

No matter, it looks like there's going to be some serious consideration on the Fifth Floor of the Cathedral as to what a "Non-fiction writing" program should be, and if it's valuable to keep around a liberal arts-based Journalism course that's neither J-school nor pre-professional development.

We'll have more on the fate of the English department as the story develops ...

Why we love the Internet

If watching the news last week wasn't enough, relive the Hudson River plane debacle here.

26.1.09

The Pittsburgh Elections and Facebook

Really interesting stuff From Progress Pittsburgh:

The Race for PGH on Facebook

Facebook, Inc.
Image via Wikipedia

If you are a Facebook user, you know that it was hard to avoid Obamamania on Facebook in the past year.  And you certainly can’t avoid Steelers super bowl fever on Facebook - there are hundreds of Steelers fan groups on Facebook.

Can Facebook play a roll in the Primary elections here in Pittsburgh?

Lets look at some of the candidates and rumored candidates for mayor and their Facebook groups:

Mayor

City Council

Other Races

Other Elected Officials on Facebook

Are there any others that we are missing?  Who would you like to see on Facebook? Do you support your favorite candidates by joining their facebook groups?


What do you all think? Anyone supporting anyone yet? Seems a little early to me, but then again I hear they're already starting to poll people about it.


Tell us what you want

Back by popular demand, "This Day in History" now sits on the left side of this page. Scroll down to check out this popular former-Page Two feature.

If you, the readers, would like to tell us what you think about The Pitt News, please do. I'll be reading comments on this site religiously to see how you feel about our coverage and determine how we can better serve you. Please feel free to comment, or if you'd like to keep it private, drop me a note at editor@pittnews.com

We also might pitch some ideas and upcoming projects here, so stay tuned!

Revamped TPNLive

Judging by the raging success of our Inauguration coverage, we going to stay plugged into the Blogosphere and keep bringing you news and commentary on this blog!

Check back frequently for updates about Oakland and beyond from our vast array of voices on staff, including your favorite columnists, Molly Green and Lewis Lehe, along with other editors.

In the meantime, browse around Pittnews.com for multimedia packages and stories you might have missed in our print edition.

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Ben Stein is Disconnected from Reality

In this piece, called "Everybody's Business," Ben Stein showcases how insulated the wealthy can be from the rest of society. Consider the account of his friend:

She lives in a lovely home in a stylish inland enclave. It has an interest-only mortgage of about $2.2 million that requires a payment of $12,000 a month, very roughly. It was last appraised at $2.7 million, but who knows if it’s now worth anything remotely close to that price.

The woman...has no job or other remunerative employment. She has a former husband, an entrepreneur whose business has suffered recently. He pays her $20,000 a month, of which roughly half is alimony and half child support. The alimony is scheduled to stop this summer.

She has a wealthy beau who pays her credit card bills and other incidentals, but she is thinking of telling him she is through with him. She has no savings and has refinanced her home repeatedly, always adding to indebtedness and then putting the money into a shop she owns that has never come close to earning a dime. Now she is up all night worrying about money. “Terrified,” as she put it.
What a typical American tragedy! A modern day Grapes of Wrath, really. Is there no justice?

A grown woman has absolutely no job skills, but runs a shop because that's what she read that's what self-actualized modern women do. She has an "interest only mortgage," and let's be frank: an interest-only mortgage is not a real mortgage, because you don't actually build up any equity in your house. It's a 30-year lease, and it's an amazingly stupid thing to do unless you're desperate. The only reason it exists is an idiotic fluke in the income tax code that lets you deduct mortgage interest payments but not rental payments.

This lady lives mainly off of $20,000 of alimony and child-support from her wealthy ex-husband, but in a shocking turn of events that she knew was going to happen for some time, the alimony is ending. The rest of her income, which is spent on "incidentals," comes from a different rich man in her life, who pays off her credit card every month. However, she does not fancy him so much lately. Also, she has refinanced her house and accumulated a ton of debt.

These are the sobering problems that Americans face each and every day in this wintry economic climate. Across America, alimony is ending and people want to break up with their rich boyfriends. Hundreds of millions of Americans risk losing the basic shelter of a $2 million house in a stylish inland enclave. It's easy to dismiss the plight of the handicapped, the ignorant, the poor, the drug-addicted, but when not even your stylish inland enclave is safe, then it's "Everybody's Business."

Why does the Times let Ben Stein write a column? He writes about economics, generally, but he is not an economist, or a broker, or a businessman, or a personal finance adviser. It's from his perch as speechwriter and novelty actor/endorser, that he gets the authority to doll out profound nuggets of wisdom like:

I have been pondering what advice to give them about money. What I keep coming up with is this: Do not act like typical Americans.
Don't act like typical Americans? Check!

25.1.09

From the Man Who Brought You The One Hundred Trillion Dollar Bill

Here is a Newsweek interview with the Central Banker (Ben Bernanke/ Alan Greenspan) of Zimbabwe. It is funny.

If you don't know, most countries have "central banks," which are banks that are kind of run by the government. They don't make profits really, but instead have a public mission to control how much money there is flowing around, to manage inflation and investment and employment.

Zimbabwe prints money like crazy and have really bad inflation. They recently started printing a one hundred trillion dollar bill, which is worth about thirty dollars.

Here are some of my favorite quotes from the interview:

"I still lay claim that I am the best tea maker in the world."
"I decided God had been on my side and had come to vindicate me."
"those who have studied the history of economies know that we are down, but that the only thing hat can happen is we will move up. That is a certainty."

22.1.09

Inauguration brought big business in cold weather

The official estimates on retail revenue during the four-day inauguration weekend aren’t in yet, Chris Knudson, the senior vice president of marketing and communications at the D.C. Chamber of Commerce, said Wednesday. But the Chamber of Commerce expects good news from businesses.

It had originally estimated $700 million to $1 billion worth of business taking place during the inauguration festivities, Knudson said.

“Now,” he said, “we think it’ll exceed that.”

Neal Downing, a real estate appraiser from Largo, Md., capitalized on the amount of visitors attending the outdoor ceremonies.

“I’m selling hand warmers trying to keep America warm,” he said at the U St. Metro Station Monday night as he distributed HotHands hand warmer packets he kept in a plastic bag to a group of four women.

(It turned out that they needed them -- the National Weather Service averaged that the temperature Tuesday was 29 degrees and dropped as low as 16.)

Downing said he had ordered 640 pairs of handwarmers from the HeatMax company to sell during inauguration weekend. He said he sold 500 on Monday for $2 each and planned to get more Tuesday morning from a friend.

Kevin Luong, an assistant manager at CVS on 8th Street, four blocks from the Mall, saw similar sales of hand warmers. He said the store stocks gloves, hats, and hand and toe warmers for the winter.

“We sold out on inauguration day in the afternoon,” he said Wednesday, estimating that his store sold a few hundred hand warmers from Monday evening through Tuesday night. “As for gloves and hats, we had just a few left.”

The store charges 99 cents more for a two-pack of hand warmers than Downing’s price. One toe warmer pack sold for $1.99.

“CVS was crowded like a supermarket yesterday, even in the morning,” he added. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Knudson said retailers across the city experienced heightened business this week.

“Today [the Chamber’s] president [Barbara Land] was at Macy’s at Metro Center, and the store was practically cleaned out from the weekend,” he added.

He said that many visitors to the city had been unprepared for the cold weather, and businesses had sold large amounts of cold-weather gear like hats, gloves and long johns.

“There were two things people were concerned about -- one was snow, which we fortunately didn’t get, and the other thing was the cold,” he said. Businesses “anticipated that it would be cold and people would be outside for long periods of time.”

-- Katelyn Polantz

21.1.09

The power of the intangible

Washington D.C.’s metro system is aloof and self-contained, an efficient system of tunnels that connect the district and its outlying areas. In the summer, no one goes above ground unless they have to, the cavernous spaces of the capitol’s transportation system offering refuge from the heat.

However, on the Sunday evening after the Concert at the Lincoln Memorial, where thousands massed to watch renowned artists usher in the President-elect, the D.C. metro offered shelter from a rare cold snap. Revelers packed both sides of the escalators, thwarting the headlong rush of D.C. residents down its left hand side.

Once inside, snatches of conversation proved that talk of the Inaugural took primacy over weather as a conversation starter.

Anna Siegel, a Pitt junior who traveled to the Inaugural, noted that this was not unusual in D.C.

“Everyone talks politics, all the time—it’s not impolite to open a conversation that way.” But this weekend, people of all ages, races, and states asked their neighbors what brought them to D.C., excitement overcoming the usual reticence of city dwellers.
Among the regular commuters checking their Blackberries on the train, two students from University of California Davis, Chris Remy and Mike Hower, struck up a conversation.

Draped carelessly over a seat nearest the door, their limbs and personal effects arranged like a Chagall painting, Remy and Hower had both interned on Capitol Hill this past summer. They flew in for the weekend to visit friends and to partake in the Inaugural hoopla.

“I said in July that if Barack Obama won the election I would come to the Inauguration,” Hower said, “so here I am.” He shrugged. “It’s crazy how it all worked out—especially having worked here for the summer and then gone home to Davis.” I asked why the transition had been a shock.

“D.C. is a traditionally liberal place,” Hower said. “And although people think the West Coast is really liberal, the interior of California is incredibly conservative.”

Remy nodded.

“I canvassed for Obama in California and then in Nevada. They had staffers living in a hotel on the Las Vegas strip for a week, just so we could create a body of student voters,” he said. “I’m so glad we got Obama elected.”

Remy’s sentence struck me: he wasn’t glad that Obama got elected; he was glad because we got Obama elected. The sentence structure was inclusive: the young voters, the next generation of political decision-makers had finally done what the pundits lamented we would never do; we voted. In large numbers. Our involvement, inspired by President Obama’s belief in possibility, had given him the opportunity to realize his platform.

The train rocketed down the blue line, away from the city. Hower dissected the tone of Obama’s concert address in which he cautioned its attendants, and its viewers on HBO, that the road before us would not be an easy one. Hower was unperturbed by the goals Obama has set for the country and his administration.

“Whether or not he changes anything practical, whether he balances the budget or whatever, that’s not the point. For the first time in a long time we have a leader who inspires us, someone that we can believe in. That’s the most important thing.

Without confidence in our ability to make changes in our country, we can’t address the problems, and that’s what Obama has done, helped to restore our confidence. ”

Margaret Krauss

Assorted Moments from the Inauguration For Your Enjoyment

Below is a story on some of the most interesting folks we met at the inauguration, and Katelyn wrote a rundown of the day's events, but neither tells the whole story. To add to the bunch, here is an assortment of moments that'll stick out in my memory months down the line.

1) Most of the roads in Downtown D.C. were totally closed for the day, blocked off by thousands and thousands of gates, railings and army men. Walking through the streets towards the capitol, with thousands of others rushing by, felt a lot like we were on the set of a movie about the apocalypse (I know, I used that comparison before, but it holds) where people leave their cars and just bolt to safety. I fully expected Will Smith to pop out and yell something like "Get out of the city while you still can!"

2. The consistency of the audience's crowdedness was totally inconsistent. At one point, Heater and I were being pushed through a bottleneck leading into a bigger area by countless impatient people. A tall man stood in the middle of the flow, his arms roped around his two kids, screaming, "There's nowhere else to go! Stop pushing by! Please, God, stop pushing by!" So we promptly pushed by, and not 20 feet later were on the mall with enough room to park a van without bothering anyone.

3. Press passes make for good souvenirs, but, umm, that's about it. While my pass to Sunday's concert got me close enough to smell Bruce Springsteen's manly musk (well, not quite), our passes at the inauguration were about as helpful as we were when people asked us how to get to the (Insert Metro Station name here) Metro Station. We asked volunteers, cops and a beefy army fellow where the press pass granted us access, and the only information we got was "I have no idea" or "There's a press entrance on 12th Street." Now that second one would've been helpful if we'd been less than a mile and a half from 12th Street at the time.

Finally, when we got on the Mall, we asked a young woman working the press pit if we could come in. She looked at our passes and said, "This area is only for standing cameras" (Video cameras on tripods). I asked politely, "So, what exactly does having a press pass mean, then?" To which she said, "Nothing."

4. We situated ourselves close to the makeshift MSNBC soundstage, in which the likes of Chris Matthews, Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow, among others, hosted the Inauguration live on their channel. People went nuts over seeing their favorite pundits, albeit through an elevated glass encasing. Chris Matthews, on the other hand, looked either constipated or just grumpy.

5. If Bush was unaware of the public's dislike of him up to yesterday, he was slapped in the face by it when, upon being introduced at the end of a string of ex-presidents, he was booed. I cannot fathom what it feels like to be booed by two million people. Two million people! I get upset if someone looks at me funny. He must be an incredibly strong, or incredibly (and blissfully) unaware man.

6. When the Inauguration let out and the Mall began to clear, the grass looked like a landfill the day after Fourth of July. Those super-patriotic folk who get upset when someone lets the American flag touch the ground would've had at least three heart attacks at seeing this mess.

7. In the midst of the post-Inauguration madness, we met Pitt News-er and Obama campaign worker Tony Jovenitti. Small world!

8. Along with Tony's friend Jim, the four of us trekked about a mile through the crowded, maddening streets to find some food. Every restaurant within at least 2 miles of the mall was packed. Luckily for us, we found a health food store (imagine a GNC run by hippies) that also sold sandwiches that few other people had discovered. But it also had no place to sit. Sitting on the curb outside, I dropped my last piece of Buffalo Burger on the street and quickly picked it up and ate it gluttonously. Few times in my life have I felt so homeless.

9. Heater and I walked about a mile away from Pennsylvania Ave (where the parade was) before finding a street without a ton of people screaming for cabs. We soon got one, after a delightful walk through some projects, and promptly fell asleep. Luckily, we woke up just before the cab driver would've had to awkwardly tap us at our stop.

10. Having stood in the cold (26 degrees!) from about 6 a.m. until we hopped the cab at 4 p.m., my legs hurt and my lips froze to the point that I'll be on a healthy regiment of Chapstick for the next month. We got home and fell asleep. It was the most rewarding sleep ever.

I'm writing this from my house in Oakland, after sleeping through the entire drive home from DC at 5 a.m. this morning (Sorry Heater and Katelyn). What an amazing, fantastic, words-can't-describe-it experience.

Cheers, and here's to four great years.

- Justin Jacobs

20.1.09

Inauguration Crowd Huge, Varied and Dancing


People gave up a lot to see the inauguration of Barack Obama — from breathing room to hours at work — but few were willing to give up as much as Johnita Cox.

The 67-year-old African American woman from tiny Jackson, Alabama, her accent thick and voice slow, said with a wink, “Even if my feet got frostbitten, I wouldn’t mind it. But I’m already warm because I’m here to see Obama.”

                      Johnita Cox

Cox swayed and danced to the orchestral music blaring through the speakers set up throughout the Mall to keep warm. While, for many, it was a time for laughter and light-hearted celebration, the gravity of the event pressed hard on Cox’ shoulders.

“I’m gonna write this down so my future grandchildren know that there grandmother was here, in D.C. to see our first black African American president,” she said, her voice cracking as her eyes watered. “I came two weeks early just to be here. I wouldn’t have missed this for nothing.”

Though dancing was a preferred method of warmth for some as enthusiastic as Cox, many opted for layers and layers of blankets. Even for those from the country’s coldest point.

The Hamerly family, who flew down from Alaska, sat on the ground with a thick fleece blanket wrapping them all together in a cocoon of body warmth. Melinda Hamerly, 42, preferred staying close with her daughters Natalie and Stephanie than being crunched in with hundreds of thousands of strangers closer to the front.

                                                                The Hamerly Family

“We were right up at the front of this section being pushed up against everybody. I hear people talk about that but I’ve never been in anything like it,” she said. “More than the entire state of Alaska’s going to out here on the mall today.”

In a crowd estimated by The New York Times to have been between 1.8 and 2 million people, the emotions were both high and varied going into Obama’s inauguration.


Some looked grimly back at the past, some were near speechless at the present and all were upbeat and hopeful towards the future.

“He was very articulate,” said Florida teacher Maggie Cavin of Obama’s inaugural address, during which she jumped and shouted. “He talked about dissent. That really touched me because we’ve been told that dissent is unpatriotic for the last eight years. We’ve had a monkey in office who can’t string a sentence together. Now we’ve got someone who’s gifted and articulate, thoughtful and wise.”

She wasn’t alone in her sentiment. When President Bush and Vice President Cheney were introduced along with former presidents Carter, Bush Sr. and Clinton, widespread booing and chants of goodbye songs could be heard throughout the Mall.

But the negativity was short lived — this day was about Barack Obama. And his hopeful future haircut.

New Jersey barber Antoine Brunson shared a laugh with his childhood friends in the center of the Mall, praising themselves for their good spot.


“My tip for getting a good spot would be to start elbowing. Old ladies, grandmas, anyone,” he joked. “But if I could work on Obama, I’d give him a Mohawk — clean him up around the sides. Something just a little different.”

Reflective of the movement that helped put Obama in office, much of the crowd was made of young people.

Georgetown University senior George Chipev and friend Jeremy Long were ready to party. Armed with a bottle of celebratory champagne, they traded swigs while looking back on the day’s events as the crowd of millions dispersed.


“Our campus gym was open today and I was called in to work,” said Chipev. “I said there was no way in hell I’m coming to guard while old republicans use the pool when I could be here.”

Long spoke with the authority of a man on the edge of ‘young voter’ status.

“I was here four years ago for the inauguration and it was completely different. The environment of Barack has created so much buzz. It hasn’t even materialized — it’s just a buzz,” he said.

And it wasn’t just the champagne.

- Justin Jacobs
-Photos by Michael Heater

Recap of the Inauguration Swearing-in ceremony

WASHINGTON -- Barack Hussein Obama was sworn in as the 44th President of the United States five minutes after noon yesterday in Washington, D.C.

He stood before a crowd of millions that filled the three-mile stretch of the National Mall from the Capitol building to the Lincoln Memorial.

To accommodate the crowd, Jumbotron screens and massive speakers lining both sides of the Mall played the scene unfolding on the Capitol steps.

Some bystanders, if not shoulder to shoulder straining to see to Jumbotron and to hear the booming echo of the speakers, sat on the ground and covered themselves with blankets to shield themselves from the wind and the cold. The National Weather Service reported that the high yesterday in Washington was 32 degrees.

The evangelical leader Rick Warren gave the blessing to open the event at 11:30 a.m., then Aretha Franklin sang a soulful rendition of “My Country Tis of Thee.” California Sen. Dianne Feinstein, chairperson of the Joint Congressional Committee on Inaugural Ceremonies, introduced each motion of the event.

Supreme Court Justice John Paul Stevens read the oath of office for Vice President Joseph Robert Biden III first just before noon, then U.S. Chief Justice John G. Roberts Jr. for Obama minutes later.

Between the two leaders’ oaths, a quartet comprised of violin, cello, piano and clarinet played a rendition, arranged by composer John Williams, of the tune “Simple Gifts.”

Obama then placed his hand on the Lincoln Bible, which first lady Michelle Obama held. He recited the oath from Roberts’ cues, some of which jumbled words and required repeating.

To the sound of disjointed cheers and chants from the mass of onlookers, Obama began his inaugural address about 10 minutes after noon.

He thanked now-former President George W. Bush for his service to the country, then called into action the listening Americans. He urged the country to act responsibly and work to overcome the challenges the nation faces.

“Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America,” Obama, dressed in a dark red scarf and tie, said. “For everywhere we look, there is work to be done.”

He cited the economic crisis, the war in Iraq and Afghanistan, environmental inefficiency and suffering health care and education systems.

“Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real,” he said. “They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.”

Millions of people listened intently to these words, mostly silent during the speech except for a few occasional yells and chants of the new president’s last name. Some said “Amen” to his words, many nodded in approval.

A man tuned an old radio he had into NPR and listened to their commentary in addition to the echoing broadcast from the speakers. Cameras flashed throughout the crowd, and onlookers waved American flags, creating a flickering blanket of red and white over the dark sea of people.

“This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed,” Obama continued. “Why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.”

Obama concluded the speech after about 18 minutes:

“With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come.

“Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations,” he said, finishing the speech.

Elizabeth Alexander, a professor at Yale University and a fellow at Harvard University this year, followed Obama by reading a poem she had written, titled “Praise song for the day.”

As many of the crowd members began to disperse, a process that took hours and closed many Metro stations and clogged roadways during the afternoon, the Rev. Joseph E. Lowery offered a benediction prayer to conclude the ceremony.

Bush and First Lady Laura Bush left the Capitol in a helicopter, and the Obamas and 200 guests left the bitter cold outside to attend the Inaugural luncheon in the Capitol building before the Inaugural parade commenced at 3:30 p.m, escorting the Obamas down Pennsylvania Avenue from the Capitol building to their new home, the White House.

“Lord … we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead, man, and when white will embrace what is right,” Lowery said, ending the swearing-in ceremony. “That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen.”

-Katelyn Polantz

-Photos by Michael Heater

Backtrack to last night

A snapshot of the scene last night in front of the Capitol (People were already lining up to find their spots for this morning):

Sarah Lloyd, 16-year-old high school junior from Chicago, arrived at the Capitol building with her mother at 6:30 p.m. Monday to wait for the ceremony. They had spread a blanket in the grass that was marked to be a standin-room-only ticketed area directly in front of the Capitol steps.

“We’re going to eat Pringles, sleep,” she said on Monday as she sat with a group of students from George Mason University she had just met. “We’ll stay here until we get kicked out, until the Inauguration if we can make it.”

Their backup plan, if they could not stay where they were, was to find the closest Jumbotron. 

“There’s a chance they’ll let us stand out here,” Sarah said, adding that she had volunteered for the campaign and canvassed in Indiana despite her inability to vote. “We believe we’re the people who put Barack in office, so we deserve it.”

Local news tackles D.C.

Here's the footage of the KDKA report I was interviewed for, which I metioned in my earlier report.

-Katelyn Polantz

Inauguration Day Photos

I've posted a slideshow of images from Inauguration Day. It's been an incredibly long and rewarding day!

-Vaughn Wallace

Waiting in line at the Inauguration

This morning I woke up at 4 a.m. to see the world change. I braved below-freezing temperatures and crowds of millions, and I exercised incredible patience, which has been precious throughout the past week.

 I'm traveling on unofficial business with three friends who worked as field organizers on Obama's campaign, including my best friend, Robin, who brought me as her plus-one ticket to the inaugural swearing-in ceremony. I was one of about a quarter million people with tickets. (I know... I owe her, right?)

The metro opened at four this morning, and none of us felt sure about what the crowds would be like. Things seemed relatively normal for Washington -- at first. We left the studio we're sharing north of Dupont Circle and headed toward the metro. People trickled into the station. We slid our farecards through the machines and waited for the train.

Four in the morning, and the first train was completely packed. My group got separated. Robin and I got on the next train. There were no strangers there, we were packed like sardines. Everyone was in good spirits and courteous, asking each other where they were from. Detroit, Atlanta. One middle-aged woman was  from Europe. 

This is no joke. The European woman asked someone why the train was so crowded. Another passenger informed her that the president was being inaugurated today, and she said, "Oh, the black one?"

At any rate, our group reunited. We got off at the Judiciary Square stop. It was so dark and cold. 

There were masses of people, and we were laughing in amazement at how many people got up at least before 4 a.m. to see Barack Obama. People flooded the streets. We found our line for the Purple tickets (the standing section right behind the seated section, on the northwest side of Capitol Hill). The Capitol building was beaming white and beautiful. We chatted with the people around us, who were from Ann Arbor and Las Vegas. 

At 5:30 a.m. the Canadians arrived. No, seriously. A group of about 30 people marched from the direction of Union Station metro stop. One guy was carrying a huge Canadian flag. They headed toward the end of the line. 

Everything felt surreal, and the cold seeped through all three of my layers as time passed. Most people had a sort of dance that kept them warm. I was marching in place because my toes hurt. A man was doing jumping jacks in line. We later found out his name was Gar (not sure of the spelling), and he would become the hero of the Purple ticket line. 

The sun started to rise somewhere around 7 a.m., and everyone started to cheer up. Every so often people would break out in cheers or songs. Eventually there was a tambourine. One man told us that the gates were supposed to open at 7 a.m., but they didn't. There started to be problems because the hordes of people coming in from the metro in waves didn't know where to go, and a mass of people began trying to cut the line. Most of them herded in the middle of the intersection instead of finding the end of the line.

That was where things got interesting for the Purple line. We were standing somewhat near the entrance to the gate, right where the line curved from the Capitol lawn down the street at Constitution and Second. As people started trying to butt in, people on our side of the curve started chanting, "No line cuts!" A group of people left the line to form a human barrier, locking hands to prevent people from butting in line and isolating our section from the crowd of confused people. The chanters switched to "Defense! Defense!" Gar and others started directing people in the opposite direction. Officers with machine guns showed up to help control, but the communication wasn't effective. Finally, a little after 8 a.m., we made our way through the Purple gate. We were lucky. The ticket-holders who weren't in our protected part of the line got caught in the crowd of thousands.

More on my experiences soon -- I'm headed to the Youth Ball.

- Lindsay Carroll


Recounting the Big Day upon returning home

Well, I made it back, after setting out to get to the Capitol building at 6 a.m. I took the bus to 24th St. and Pennsylvania Avenue, then got on the Metro at Foggy Bottom. 

At L'enfant Plaza Metro, I got off and stood in a crowd of hundreds that wasn't moving out of the station and that was increaing in size with each passing train. Ah, so this is what they mean by "crush-level" crowds, I thought. I got back on the next train and took it one more stop, to Federal Center, which was a little less crowded because it had just been reopened after earlier closures.

Not so on the street outside the blue gate entrance -- "crush-level" was a mild description. Four blocks worth of people standing in line shoulder to shoulder 20 across were waiting to enter the Blue ticketed area, which I guessed would hold far less. It was 8 a.m., and I began to wonder about safety and the likelihood of me getting through the gate to my ticketed area. A woman in front of me began to panic because of the enclosing crowd. 

I was alone, the sole Pitt News editor with a ticket to be up front, and I pushed my way to the outside to get some air. People farther behind me started aggressively pushing, shouting and banging on a slow-moving passing car. That was it, I was done.

I walked back to the Federal Center station to figure out a plan, and when I asked someone for directions, a man named Jerome offered to walk with me. He also had a ticket to stand on the Capitol lawn up close and had decided to forfeit his chances of being close. 

We walked about 10 blocks in a crowd that filled the entire street, and pushed our way to the hill of the Washington Monument (along the way, I ran into a cameraman from KDKA-TV with political reporter John Delano, and since I recognized John and said I was from Pittsburgh, he interviewed me. They weren't the only journalists to make appearances -- always within eyesight someone was shooting professional photos or video or holding a boom microphone). We found a prime spot in the middle of the crowd -- I could see the Capitol straight ahead -- far, far away, but it was good enough. Jumbotron screens and massive speakers played the scene unfolding on the Capitol steps. 

Two hours left until the ceremony began, and it was cold and windy. Some bystanders, if not shoulder to shoulder, had sat down on the ground. A man next to me tuned an old radio he had into NPR and listened to their commentary. And nearly everyone had a camera or video camera.

At one point, a crew from ABC News pushed through, and reporter I probably should have recognized interviewed a couple from Holland standing next to us. 

"I'm proud of the passport I hold," the woman said. "But it is a great day for America."

[I'll tell you more about the ceremony itself later, but right now there's food to eat and CNN to watch and thoughts to regroup.]

After the ceremony, I trekked across seas of people (seriously, it was unbelivable -- every street, every open space, every block was packed shoulder to shoulder with the unendlessly shuffling crowd) to the Lincoln Memorial, then down to the Potomac riverfront and back to Georgetown. On the way, I saw thousands of bikers and walkers, some playing drums and chanting, some talking on cell phones, some selling hadnwarmers or souveniers. But most were quiet, marching away from this massive gathering to disperse back into the real world.

It's hard to put into words what being in a crowd of millions feels like. It's scary, it's hard to tell what's around you, it's intuitive and blind in the way you walk with the flow. It's surreal and incredibly unpleasant at the same time, especially with freezing temperatures.

It's also hard to put into words what it's like to witness history such as this. Even though I watched Obama take the oath of office from more than a mile away, I feel like he had shared his moment intimately with the citizens who chose him as their leader.

The Big Day: Game Time

It's game time. 4:18 AM. Already, excited shouts can be heard outside my window as people make the trek down Massachusetts Avenue. My house is exactly 3.1 miles by foot, and the thermometer says 12 degrees out. Time for a brisk stroll downtown now. Yes, at 4:18AM. Metro service started 18 minutes ago--I'm already late. Will post pictures in a few hours.

-Vaughn Wallace

The British are coming! The British are coming!

The streets of Capitol Hill tonight were not unlike a scene in a movie about the apocalypse or some grand scale natural disaster.

Policemen and security guards roamed around, but barely a soul could be found - only cold air and the occasional paper bag floating down the sidewalk in the brisk wind.

But we couldn't have be the only people crazy enough to try and get close to what would be the scene of the action in only a few hours - the capitol. Or so our logic went.

We were right.

We were able to trek up to the back of the gated area lined with seats (where the big wigs will sit tomorrow) and found quite a few signs of bundled up life there.

Among the more interesting folks (that is, having more to say then "It's cold" or "Wow, there are so many chairs!") were a group of British students.

Guy Burkitt and Byron Thomas (names seldom get more British then that), both 21 and students at the University of Bristol, were both elated and disappointed.

Both are part of the University Presidential Inaugeration Conference, a conference of American and international students who all signed up and paid to take part in a few days of heavyweight speakers and seminars, as well as a chance to experience the swearing in ceremony and following parade.

Silly them - they thought that the Conference, which costs almost 3,000 dollars, would provide them tickets to the Inauguration. The website does say, "The Conference is comprised of exclusive and private inaugural events... as well as public ceremonial events, such as the official swearing-in ceremony and the inaugural parade."

Guess they didn't read the fine print - the frustrated students were empty handed for tickets, but still wide eyed just at the notion of being here, a continent away from home, to celebrate in Obama's Inauguration.

And, apparently, so is the whole of England.

"Bush was constantly vilified by the media and satirists in the U.K. – the Bushisms, the dreadful things he’s done, that he can’t speak English properly. Obama comes off as the antithesis of that – a dignified statesman," said Burkitt. "What he does represent is a change in image. Obama gives a sense that he’s more willing to cooperate with people around the rest of the world."

"No one thinks that within a week you’ll be out of Iraq and Guantanamo Bay will be shut down, but it’s a new dignity and a new approach that goes down better with the rest of the world," he continued.

Thomas agreed, but was also in awe at the sheer fact that politics could draw such a crowd.

"This kind of culture doesn’t exist in the U.K. – an excitement towards politics, the spectacle of it. It’s nice to be around people who are excited about the political system, the change that’s happening," he said.









- Justin Jacobs, blogging from the couch at 3:49 a.m., approx. one hour and 11 minutes before my alarm is set to go off to wake me up for my journey to the Inauguration. I'll sleep when I'm dead.

19.1.09

Rundown of Monday night

The chronicle of Heater, Justin, Victor and I on Inauguration Eve:

-- Ate at an Ethipiopian restaurant near U St. (Thanks for the recommendation, Harry) at 9 p.m. The restaurant was so packed, our four-top barely fit into a corner near the bar. We left two hours later.

-- On U St., we listened to two rappers hold a makeshift concert in the street outside a stand selling all sorts of Obama paraphenalia, T-shirts, flashing buttons of the first family, you name it

              

-- Got on the Subway at U-Street/African-American Civil War Memorial and took it to Archives/Navy Memorial

-- I, along with a crowd of others preparing for tomorrow, bought handwarmer packs from a guy in the Metro station for $2. He said he had sold 500 packs that day alone.

                                    

-- We stopped outside the Newseum to pay homage to the day's newspaper front pages from each of the 50 states displayed outside. The Huffington Post party was hopping inside, and we watched will.i.am sing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Apparently, Arianna Huffington, Tom Hanks and our former colleague Marin were inside at the black tie affair.


-- Walked to the Capitol and spoke to the men setting up the barricades for the parade tomorrow. All streets around the mall were closed, and they had taken down many of the stop lights and loaded them for temporary storage onto trucks. For miles, the streets were lined with crowd barriers. 

-- Met a few people staking out their spots for tomorrow: two groups of girls, a 16-year-old and her mother from Chicago and three college students from Virginia, shared Pringles and a blanket. They had been there since 7 p.m. and were hoping their zealous camp-out in the cold would win them a right to sit in the ticketed area. They said they weren't that cold, and that they were having fun making friends. I wonder if they'll be saying the same thing after waiting around for another 8 hours.


-- Talked to the men setting up barricades at the blue gate entrance area (where my ticket will grant me access for tomorrow). They said they weren't cold either, but they were worried about having everything set up by 5 a.m.

-- Grabbed a cab on Independence Avenue to go home. Traffic heading east was at a stand still (it was about 12:30 and the parties/balls were letting out), and a cabbie picked us up going the opposite direction. He took us to the Smithsonian Metro stopped near the Washington Monument, threw his hands up in disgust and advised us to get out and take the subway. The roads throughout the Mall were all closed, and it could have taken us hours to get back into NorthWest D.C.

                                                                    

-- Road the Metro, which was packed with young bums like us as well as middle agers in tuxedos and ball gowns, to Dupont Circle. Along the way we met three gentlemen from Atlanta who had attended the Georgia Ball. One, who had a brother from Pittsburgh, said he wouldn't even attempt to come into D.C. tomorrow, he'd rather watch it on TV. Another, a former TV news anchor at Fox 5, seemed happy to speak to a student journalists and took our picture a few times.


-- Grabbed a cab and made it back to Glover Park. We've readied our clothes (in layers, of course, like multiple pairs of socks and gloves) and will be up again in two hours to trek to the Capitol.



-Katelyn Polantz

Photos by Michael Heater

Wouldn't you rather be farther South?

Harry Dest, his wife Ouida and their 7-year-old daughter Hunter are bracing for the worst this Tuesday. They have three standing-room-only tickets to Barack Obama’s Presidential Inauguration swearing-in ceremony, and it’s going to be cold – a high of 32 degrees, not counting the wind, according to the National Weather Service forecast office.

The Dests are from Fort MillS.C., where the temperature stays well above freezing during the winter months.

“We’re trying to do the best we can by buying as much stuff before we came up here,” Harry said.

The family said they spent $300 on cold-weather gear for the Inauguration.

“It’s a jacket for me, boots for her, scarves, gloves, handwarmers,” Ouida said. “We’re freezing, but it’s a moment we wouldn’t trade for anything.

Harry ran through the family’s checklist for the big day: They’ll be up at 3:30 a.m. to catch the orange or blue line Metro from Alexandria by 4:30 or 5.

That means they’ll be standing on the Capitol Lawn from 5:30 a.m. on, until the ceremony commences at 11:30. Music will begin at 10 a.m. to help pass the time.

Ouida said they’ve been researching how to prepare for Tuesday for weeks. She plans on bringing a sleeping bag for Hunter to use to keep warm.

 “Bundle up and dress warmly, make sure you have comfortable foot gear, cover your head and neck,” Harry said. “Even though it’s going to be cold, there’s going to be so much energy here, it won’t matter once the day comes.”

-Katelyn Polantz (who will be following the Dest's recommendation and catching a bus at 5 a.m. tomorrow. Don't worry, Dad, I'll wear lots of layers.)

Bracing for the chill

Yesterday was chilly, as predicted. The weather channel said it was 35 degrees, but there's a wind chill and the sun didn't break through the clouds.

In front of the Capitol building in mid-afternoon yesterday, bundled up visitors milled around taking photos, meeting each other and scoping out the area for the big event Tuesday.

Chris Quigley, who has worked in Washington for two years as a scheduler for Rep. Harry Mitchell, D-Ariz., was staking out her spot for Tuesday. “Today would be a normal winter day, maybe a little warmer or maybe a little colder," she said.

She said she expects Inauguration Day to be a bit colder than it was today. The Presidential Inaugural Committee, in literature published last month, advised spectators to prepare for 37 degree weather.

Actually, the National Weather Service says it’s going to be a high of 32 degrees – not counting 10 to 15 mile-per-hour winds. Yikes, that’s cold.

-Katelyn Polantz

Look! Heater's photo (posted below on this blog) made it to the New York Times' Readers' album of the Inauguration!

It's the one updated at 11:50am on Monday (a sunset over the Lincoln Memorial)

DC Steelers Nation Photos



As Katelyn mentioned, we'll have some multimedia from the festivities posted later in the week.
Covering all the events each day is a ton of work. Everyone is on their feet in the freezing weather almost all day getting jostled by the crowds. Free wifi connections are a godsend (Thank you, Cosi!); we've been taking advantage of them to post quick updates throughout the day. Many of us are carrying audio and photo equipment, which makes things exponentially more difficult trying to navigate the crowd-control barricades.

-Vaughn Wallace, staff photographer

We knew we had arrived at a yinzer oasis in the middle of the bureaucratic desert, Capitol Hill!





Several Steelers fans were seen throughout the crowds at the concert. I was surprised to see that most carried Terrible Towels.