The amount of spam that rains down on the comments section here is overwhelming. I just got done cleaning out more than 1,600 spam comments — a task made easy by Akismet. In fact, without that software, I’d have to kill comments here entirely — it would be impossible to monitor the comments and separate the wheat from the chaff.

Most of the spam comments are nothing more than endless links to various shady alleged prescription drug sites or porn sites — most of which are probably zombie-seeding/password-sniffing/credit-card-stealing operations. For some reason, the spammers seem to particularly like to target my 2008 posts on making homemade pastrami or Bobby Fischer. They’re in a variety of languages (Russian, to no one’s surprise, is particularly popular), and the word ‘porn’ apparently means ‘porn’ in many languages.

Some of the more recent attempts are sort of quasi-disguised as real posts, although they often are written in a form of pidgeon English that is fun to attempt to decipher. “I craved them to shift as static and assured as likely,” states one post, for example. Another states, “One should sun over sized and undersized shoes,” which seems like a good idea. A third post: “Level a squat storey figurer purchaser much as myself is mindful of while test championing above a ten.”

Akismet does a remarkable job of not creating “ham” — marking real posts as spam. I’ve only seen one of those ever, although it’s not like I scan the hundreds of spam comments to find that diamond in the rough.

Right now, I’m about to push the button and delete 83 pages of spam comments. One of them simply states, “Path to the Truth starts here.” I somehow doubt that.

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(“Gold on the Ceiling” plays in the background.)

Kristi: Who is that?
Me: That’s The Black Keys.
Kristi: I like that.

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Political nostalgia

In: Hokum

14 Mar 2012

The demands of my current job have helped assure I have only peripheral involvement in NPR’s 2012 presidential coverage. That’s really odd for me, since I spent most of the last 27 years immersed in political journalism.

I’ve written so many Election Night overview stories, for example, that I built a process to make them easier to do. I typically write a timeline of the night in advance — when polls are closing in various states, what the expected outcome is, where things are likely to stand at a given time and so on — slap it up on a wall or easel and then follow it through the night. I then station a copy editor next to me and write the story in real time. By the 2008 presidential election, I had this down to such a science that I clubbed most of my competitors in terms of speed and focus. The story wound up in a journalism textbook: Election Night 2008


But not everything I did was about the news of the moment. For example, I had tremendous fun updating this USA Today map for several months in 2004:

In 2000, when I was senior editor of politics for, I performed so many divergent tasks that it’s hard to spotlight just one. And course, 2000 was the year of Bush v. Gore, which turned Election Night into an experience straight out of Kafka. A lot of this stuff is hidden away now, but here’s a grab from the GOP convention via the Internet Wayback Machine.

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The Show returns

In: Hokum

9 Mar 2012

I haven’t written about The Show all year. I’ve been watching all along, but honestly, I’m not sure there’s anyone in this crew I’m going to remember three weeks after the season ends.

That’s not quite as much of a knock as it sounds. These musicians are — as the judges keep reminding us over and over and over again — exceptionally talented. The other night, for example, almost all of the women got through a Whitney Houston night in one piece, which is a nearly impossible accomplishment. And the poor woman who was sentenced to singing I Will Always Love You didn’t blow that impossible-to-cover song. In fact, she knocked it out of the park.

And I didn’t care very much because I had heard it all before.

To me, this group lacks musical originality and its members don’t seem very capable of transcending the covers they’re singing. Now, there are still plenty of weeks left in this season and there always are a few people who grow tremendously during their time on the show, so there might yet be something here that piques my interest. But I am not holding my breath.

I’ll just accept The Show for what it appears to be this year — a somewhat fun/dramatic, but ultimately disposable, game show.

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In: Hokum

5 Mar 2012

Sometimes, things just get weird — in the best way. I was reminded of that last weekend, when a seemingly routine out-of-town music gig went another way entirely.

I had a show Friday night with longtime music buddies Joe and Marc at the new Fat Tuesdays restaurant in Martinsburg, WV, just across the state line. My wife and I decided to make a weekend out of it and reserved a nearby hotel room.

Then the weirdness kicked in. We checked in to the hotel and I went back to the car to pick up a few things. As I walked past the front desk, the clerk gave me a giant Cheshire cat grin and said, “How do you like your room?” “It’s fine,” I responded, confused.

When I returned to my room, I understood the clerk’s interest, since she already knew something I didn’t. Two of my sisters were there. They live in Missouri. Surprise!

But the surprises did not end there. We went to the gig restaurant, which was packed, and the manager told me he once was married to the piano player in an old band of mine. She lives in Ohio now. He called her up and I talked to her for the first time in, oh, at least a dozen years or so.

Then the gig went really well, and at night’s end, the band was given three more shows — one a month for the next three months. Here’s a clip my sister recorded on a cell phone, so you’ve been warned about the recording quality (but it’s still fun — and remember, we played this as a trio with no drums).

I got to spend the next day with my sisters, giving them a little tour of West Virginia’s eastern panhandle (I’ve been there many times, thanks to Paw Paw):


…and then bringing them to the National Mall at night — one of my favorite things to do with visitors.

That was the first time in more than a year that I had seen any of my five (five!) sisters. I’ll catch up with one or two others when we all go to Tybee Island, Ga. in May, but our current adult realities mean that we’ll rarely see each other any more. It was a great weekend and a great gig, and as someone who generally doesn’t like surprises, I have to say that this was one of the best surprises ever.

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About this blog

Hokum is written by Randy Lilleston, a Washington-area journalist. This blog contains a variety of insignificant thoughts. I started it in March 2006, but a stupid unfortunate event in November 2007 led to the accidental deletion of all posts before August 2006. Enjoy.

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