Zzzz ... gurgle ... snort ... huh? Oh, sorry, like most of Pierce County, the Sniff is sleep-deprived, and that’s not your typical baseless Interwebs rumor. We’re No. 1 in the state for insomnia.
Wake up — it’s true! Important Experts from the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation and the University of Wisconsin say so, according to a story published this week in this very fishwrap. We’re tops in violent crime, middling in life expectancy — lots of sobering stats and other measurements as well. (We dozed off — again — after reading a few spreadsheet columns. Hey look, a cure!)
We’re tops in violent crime, middling in life expectancy – lots of sobering stats, and other measurements as well.
Fortunately, the Big Study offered cause for hope. Pierce Land is second in the state for new chlamydia infections, down from No. 1 last year. Cheers for progress.
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Great moments in PR: Last month, the brains behind the proposed Methanol Refinery That Ate Tacoma announced a “pause” before taking any additional steps toward actually building it.
The announcement from Northwest Innovation Works came with a more-in-sorrow-than-anger epistle. The planners were “surprised by the tone and substance of the vocal opposition” from Tacoma, which is corporate-speak for Why Is Everybody Telling Us Where To Go?
At any rate, NWIW prez Vee Godley said last month, the refreshing pause would provide an opportunity to conduct public outreach, and “share more details” about the refinery project, or something like that.
Lo and behold, the opportunity presented itself at this week’s Tacoma City Club meeting, where an NWIW rep, a federal EPA rep and a couple of green observers of the project showed up for a meet-and-greet, moderated by The Fishwrap’s own Mad Matt Driscoll, who promised to set aside his usual foam-flecked rhetoric for a Very Polite Discussion over a buffet lunch.
Alas, the promised nicefest lapsed into tomato-throwing when the NWIW rep, a last-minute sub for President Vee, couldn’t answer obvious questions, such as how much the jobs would pay, how much green power, how much pollution, and other how-much stuff.
Alas, the promised nicefest lapsed into tomato-throwing when the NWIW rep, a last-minute sub for President Vee, couldn’t answer obvious questions, such as how much the jobs would pay, how much green power, how much pollution and other how-much stuff.
The lack of info annoyed Tacoma Public Utilities board Chairman Bryan Flint (who is not to blame for sharing a last name with Michigan’s ugliest utility disaster, by the way). Unhappy with the non-answers, the Flintster hurled a rhetorical bomb at the NWIW rep, saying, “go away, get your act together and don’t come back until you’re ready to answer some of these basic questions.”
Ow. Rough stuff, even for the seemingly polite sectors of Grit City. You’d think a Great Big Company that intends to spend gazillions on a Great Big Factory could afford some high-end PR types to avoid these train wrecks in the public square.
Speaking of train wrecks: One of the eagle-eyed contributors to the occasionally amusing Tacoma thread on the Reddit website recently spotted a horror show in the kids’ section at the Washington State History Museum.
Within the elaborate model train set and accompanying landscape is an intersection that looks a little like Ruston Way, circa 1955. A shiny red fire engine, an ambulance and a police car surround a railroad crossing and a crunchy collision between a pair of two-toned sedans. One driver lies prone on the ground in a puddle of blood; the other crouches in a pose of despair as a pair of old-school paramedics hustle forward with a stretcher.
“What happened?” One alarmed commenter asks.
“Looks like ‘ol 1090 will be runnin’ a little late today,” says another, who clearly cares about nothing but an easy commute.
Hey, it’s only a model. A very small, detailed model.
What’s that sound? Our ultra-sensitive nostrils were ready to morph into a high-alert ear trumpets this week, what with JBLM threatening to put on a three-day heavy-metal rock show (sorry, make that a rocket show).
Relief — it sounds like we can remove the cotton wads. The Army brass responsible for shooting off giant fireworks decided to postpone their test of 27 really loud truck-mounted projectiles down in the Southlands. Something about needing to clear out more trees so they don’t go up in flames.
Here’s an idea for the generals to noodle: Why not move the rocket tests to Gig Harbor? Not much tree fire danger there, cuz there ain’t many trees left standing. Plus, the protests will be so much tonier than the typical Tacoma rants.