There was an article in this past Sunday’s Buffalo News outlining Erie County Executive Chris Collins’ desire for greater representation from the executive branch on the boards of the eight largest cultural institutions in exchange for the regular county funding that is regularly awarded.

The request seems a little heavy handed as most already have county representation, but the explanation being given is to give tax payers a greater seat at the table of organizations that receive county money. That, in and of itself, is hard to argue against.

What I’m not sure about is why the culturals are being singled out. It feels a little like token reform. The amount of money being spent on the 8 largest cultural organizations is roughly 3.5 million dollars give or take. Erie County offers the Buffalo Bills roughly that same amount with absolutely no strings attached. The Bills are not exactly starving as any passing glance at a tv contract will bear out. The culturals were told to consider the county money “the last funds in the door.” that these funds shouldn’t be used to keep the lights on, that they should be used to instead enhance programming and increase multilingual marketing, even translate signage and website advertisments into spanish, french, german, japanese and chinese. Which of the many chinese languages was never actually specified.

While that isn’t terribly practical, the whole thing seems a little petty & petulant. I watch the Bills toy with WNY’s emotions every fall, and they play a decreasing amount of games in the area, yet pocket their county funding without stipulation. It’s an existing agreement and I say let that pass, but the culturals stretch through the entire calendar year and proactively contribute to the quality of life in Western New York. All operate very lean and mean when it comes to funds. Ironically enough, people come to the area to see the BPO, tour the Botanical Gardens, see the Burchfield and so on. And the extra bonus is that the money that gets spent at these places stays here. In an era where corporate support is dwindling and capital improvements have been dealt a body blow, it seems when you got a few things working and comparitively thriving, you count your blessings and work on the bigger problems.

We all need to work together and I don’t think anybody is looking for separation or anything, but the way it was reported in the news made it sound like the county was acting like Deniro in “The Untouchables,” pacing the dining room lecturing his subordinates about Team and brandishing a baseball bat.

You like to think the demand for more board seats truly is for greater representation not for places to hide folk. That office is represented on a number of boards including my employers. I fully applaud the Exec for looking to reform and spend smart.

Given that the arts outlets help broaden the quality of life for all in the area, I hope the powers that be pay due diligence to all agencies where they have an interest.

For once that doesn't refer to anything economic.

It's a strange feeling that I don't know if I can adequately articulate right. Aside from the shock of the plane crash and the sadness over the deaths, I'm feeling a strange sensation to see something so horrific happen in a place I know too well.

It's interesting. My folks house isn't far off one of the flight paths in Clarence. Usually if you are flying in from the east, you are out over where all the calamity occurs. Usually you get to peacefullly glide over Eastern Hills and Transitown before touching down, having done it a hundred times myself. My mom told me that her dad once said something about eventually a plane is going to land at Transitown.

I'm sad for the victims but relieved at the same time. A bigger, faster plane might have taken out more than just one house and one person on the ground. That type of plane doesn't go as quick so when it stops, it stops. A bigger jet might have been much bigger issue.

The town safety guy is the younger brother of a guy I went to high school with. He used to do battle with my Mom in her role on the town planning board. We didn't really get along, but I applaud him today. He's keeping a cooler head than many of the television folk are. Did Don Postles really need to berate somebody at Kaleida into coming on? Really? Did Ch.2 need to send somebody out with a laptop and a skype camera to show us nothing? When there is nothing to say, perhaps shutting the fuck up might be a viable option. Local media might want to start drilling like the emergency crews do as they should be embarassed.

Heard from my out of town siblings this morning both of whom were trying to remember where Long Road was in proximity to the rents (both of whom were safely oblivious till much later).

Strange days...