Good work if you can keep it

 The non-profit news site Texas Tribune apparently has unleashed a data-based investigation that has a lot of jaws flapping in the Lone Star State.

 Headed by former Texas Monthly editor-in-everything, New Yorker Evan Smith, the Tribune has an easy-to-use data grabber on which you can find the salaries of your local school superintendent or any in the rest of Texas. Hats off to the Tribune’s Matt Stiles and Brian Thevenot for an enlightening report.

 The information unleashed especially has many a neck reddening down here in Beaumont where it is little or no surprise that our sometimes controversial Beaumont ISD Superintendent Dr. Carroll Thomas is the state’s highest paid school executive.

 Thomas makes a very comfortable $324,212 per year. I would say what is most interesting about his salary is that it is earned for overseeing a district with 13,309 students.  The top four highest-paid supes following Thomas all have salaries in the 300 grand range. They oversee Fort Worth ISD (79,285 enrollment), Dallas ISD (157,352), Alief (45,230), and Houston (200,225 students).

 It seems much is made from other media using the Tribune’s information of “per-student” figures, the amount of dollars in salary per student, of each school leader. Maybe I am missing it, but I have yet to find much real significance in those figures other than in the “Gee Whiz” factor. The fact is a number of schools with smaller enrollments sometimes pay fairly handsome salaries to superintendents which would tend to skew the per-student number. Superintendent Fernando Castillo runs the Progreso ISD in the Rio Grande Valley’s Hidalgo County. The district has an enrollment of  2, 150 and Fernando draws a salary of $208,566. Thus, Castillo has a $97-per student figure while Daniel King who is superintendent of Pharr-San Juan-Alamo ISD in the same county “earns” $7 per student with his enrollment of 30,618.

 A total of 214 superintendents who run schools ranging from 500-2,500 students are paid salaries ranging from the high $99,000s to more than $46,000. Those are actually some of the lower paid supes in the state.

 While some of the salaries seem out of whack, especially when looking at enrollment, they also have to be seen in context. Texas has what I consider to be an inequitable school academic grading system. On the other hand, there are a lot of things I would do different if I was the King of Texas.

 Socioeconomics also have to be figured into a rating a school in the state’s “accountability system.” Thus, a superintendent’s ability in ensuring that a school has a tolerable rating many times has to be seen through the lens of the racial and economic make up of a district’s students. For instance, Beaumont’s Thomas heads a school with a majority minority population that has improved its grade from “Academically Acceptable” to “Recognized.” The latter is the second highest of six accountability ratings the state pulled out of its a** uses.

 Of course, Thomas has detractors who accuse him of everything from cronyism to worse.

 I should be more involved and aware of our local school system. But I have no kids in school. I am more worried about the federal government, city government and state government, in that order. So I will leave it to those who support Thomas, racists who hate him because he is black, or those who have anywhere from a modicum of sense to brilliance who do not think Thomas is doing a good job but aren’t likely to lynch him.

 This I will say. There are a whole group of professions with people who make very tidy sums of money because they have difficult jobs that are very often looked at by the public with a keen eye and scrutinized by an elected board of officials of whom  every decision is a political one. This group include school superintendents, high school football coaches (I suspect some in Texas make more money than superintendents), city managers and police and fire chiefs in urban areas.

 Is Carroll Thomas worth the sum of money he is paid and which makes him the highest paid school chief in Texas? I don’t know. I think, honestly, the only way to say is to look at his record once he is replaced. But I know I wouldn’t want his job. I wouldn’t want the job of Beaumont West Brook head coach Craig Stump. Nor would I want the jobs of the Beaumont fire chief Anne Huff and police chief Frank Coffin. I wouldn’t mind if Beaumont’s city manager got a better-paying job elsewhere. But that’s another story for another time.

There is a remote chance I won't watch much TV tonight

 Since I got home from work an hour ago on this cold and rainy day, I have spent most of my time trying to program my TV remote control.

 I never can remember when reprogramming the remote. Is it the on and off button? The TV button? Play, forward, reverse. I did get the remote to cut the ‘vision on and off and to control the volume. Now if I could just get the channels to change. I mean, I wouldn’t  have that big a problem getting up to cut the TV on and off. But changing channels, that’s a (1 horse (2 house or (3 hose of a different color. I don’t know how many channels I have, not hundreds, but more than enough. And I like to flip through them.

 Now I don’t have any problem with just leaving TV for one night, or at least until I get another remote or fix this one (Anyone know how to troubleshoot an RCA Universal 3-device remote Model No.RCR311ST?)I’ve got three books I plan to read over the next couple of weeks. Unfortunately, none of them are repair manuals for that particular RCA remote.

 Oh well, if it isn’t one thing Roseanne Roseannadanna, it’s another.

Musings in the former shadow of the Astrodome

 Maybe in days long ago one could say I was sitting in the shadow of the Astrodome. But not these days.

 I am spending the night in what’s meant to be an extended stay motel, mostly for people who have family or are receiving treatment at the nearby Texas Medical Center. I saw the Astrodome when I drove up Fannin but it is mostly dwarfed these days by Reliant Stadium and the Reliant Center kind of blocks all the shadow of the ‘Dome these days.

 As for my lodging, I am impressed. It’s a nice, clean little room with pots and pans and an electric range on which to cook and of course your microwave, coffee maker, a two-slice toaster medium sized refrigerator-freezer, TV, chair and bed. That about does it.

 The Homestead Houston Medical Center-Reliant Center’s room is not the more-than-I-needed suite at the Residence Inn by Marriott in Bethesda where I twice stayed while taking training courses for my part-time job. But for $41 and some change for tonight it’s a steal.

 Yes, $41-something. I decided to take a chance on Hotwire.com. This place showed up at around $55 per night on all the other travel sites. But with taxes and “recovery fees” (whatever that is) the total came to about $75. That’s why I double checked with the hotel to make sure I had the room at the stated price. If I don’t go all berserk and throw the refrigerator out of the window it might just work out. Hey, hotel people — if you are reading this — I’m just making a point. I forgot what it is though.

 It has been a foggy, rather mundane day. The fog and rain on the I-10 drive to Houston wasn’t too bad. About the only weird thing that happened is that some kind of synthetic-type material blew from out of nowhere and landed on my antenna. I don’t want to gross anyone out but it was covered with streaks of mud and, it looked to me at least, kind of like a condom. Perhaps it was a condom that made it through Hurricane Ike. Some people got antenna balls. I got rubber balls, bouncy bouncy. Fortunately, it didn’t stay long.

 Tomorrow I’ll see another neurologist at the VA. At least it won’t be a long trip, maybe a half-mile. I sure hope this doctor can put me on a path of either figuring out what is causing my neuropathy or not. As I think I have mentioned before, even if I don’t find out the cause then I can start developing a plan to live with this “nerve disease” as one diagnosis put it. This thing has interrupted my life. I tried to not let it. But so much for plans.

 And I’ve got arthritis coming from out of the woodwork. It must be the weather. I was hoping to meet up with my old high school friend and neighbor, Patti. But I don’t really feel up to going out now. That all pretty much sucks, if you know what I mean.

 Oh, I drove into a foggy Houston this afternoon on the day after the city elected it’s first lesbian mayor. At least, the first acknowledged gay person. And guess what happened? I didn’t get propositioned by hordes of gay guys once or not one gay person sneaked up upon me with intentions of kidnapping me for a “queer-eye for the straight guy” makeover.  Even though, I could really use a makeover. But I’m sure if some kind of calamity happens in Houston that the Rev. Pat Robertson will blame it on the citizenry having elected Annise Parker to lead the nation’s fourth-largest city.

What it was, was those darn Rooskies

 Sven didn’t know what it was. Ole didn’t know what it was. Even Lena didn’t know what it was. But what it was was blue and big and very prominent over Norwegian skies. Oh, and it wasn’t Air Force One flying to Oslo so the President could accept his Nobel Peace Prize.

 Norwegian space officials were inundated with calls about a strange blue light  that turned out to be from a Russian missile test. That’s last part’s kind of spooky in itself.

 But I suppose it is better knowing than not knowing. And it is better knowing it was from a Russian missile than from a giant extraterrestrial Blue Light Special from Planet K-Mart.

 Attention K-Mart shoppers: Da!

A funny, but most interesting commercial

 Early this morning I was awakened by an agonizing pain in my left, little toe. I think I might have fractured it last night as I was putting my normally hurting feet — courtesy of neuropathy from a still undiscovered origin — up for rest.

 For some reason I had difficulty going back to sleep but it wasn’t just due to the pain. No, it was because I couldn’t remember all the lines in that hilarious Dos Equis TV commercial, “The Most Interesting Man in the World.” Click here to see the ad.

 The bearded, non-celebrity can be seen boating, playing jai alai or leading a night-time expedition with all in tow dressed in their finery. The voice-over proclaims that “His reputation is expanding faster than the universe. He once had an awkward moment just to see how it feels. He lives vicariously through himself. He is the most interesting man in the world.”

 Slate critic Seth Stephenson points out that the most interesting aspect of the ad is the subject’s line: “I don’t always drink beer. But when I do, I prefer Dos Equis.” Stephenson equates such an admission to Tony the Tiger saying he doesn’t like cereal but when he eats it, his brand is Frosted Flakes.

 It is difficult to imagine just to whom the advertiser is pitching. It would hardly be the “Whazzuppp???” crowds of bygone Bud Light ads or the other babe-laden  ads which equate drinking tons of beers with finding tons of fine women. Sometimes  it is hard to figure out just who an ad has been crafted for, especially when humor is involved. Humor crosses many different lines when it hits and just as many lines when it doesn’t.

 Nonetheless, hats off to the firm that came up with this campaign for its clever humor and its appeal to memory. It kept me up trying to remember it word for word this morning, didn’t it? Dos Equis has an accompanying Web site with the campaign, the funniest part of this medium is that the most interesting man supposedly leaves a note telling people to explore what’s around his place. There, in his study one finds a number of empty match boxes from foreign spots which can be opened and which contain local insults, something Mr. Most Interesting insists is helpful to know when operating in varied cultural climates.