I recently filled out an online job application, and in one of the fields it asked for information about me—about Roger Scime.
Well, I’m originally from New York (Long Island) and have lived in Nevada, via Chicago and Los Angeles, since 1980. Before moving to Reno in 2001, I lived in Las Vegas, where I had dual personae as a professional musician and founder/owner of a website company. Roger Scime: Right-brain, left-brain conundrum.
Roger Scime, writing and other jobs
I’ve always loved to write, both fiction and non-fiction, and although I have little regard for my own scribbles, have managed to convince enough people that my writing is valuable enough that I have been able to make a nice living at it at one time or another. Continue reading Just who is the Roger Scimé guy?→
I have a last name that is exceptionally difficult to pronounce, and a quick search of the Internet has shown me me that I am not alone. So, for every Scimé out there—and, especially for you kids who dread the first day of class, knowing what’s in store when attendance is called—this is how to pronounce Scime.
Play the song:
Read the lyrics:
by Roger Scimé
My friends, I’ve got a problem uncommoner than most:
A grammatical phenomenon that’s followed me from coast to coast.
The problem’s my last name: It’s unusual, you see.
It’s pronounced “shim-may” but it’s spelled S-C-I-M-E.
So, I get skime, skeem, shimmy, sheem, skimmy and skimay
Skymee and some others too indelicate to say.
But it’s SCIME, I say SCIME, please don’t pronounce it any other way
Pronounced SCIME, but it’s spelled S-C-I-M-E Get over it, that’s how it’s spelled. If you don’t like it, you can go to h**l! ‘Cause that’s that’s the only way to say SCIME
I went through life, full burdened, in pronunciatory hell,
Ridiculed by teachers too damned indolent to spell.
If I’d been named a Smith or Jones, how smooth life would have been.
But now that I’ve grown older, I embrace it with a grin,
When they say skime, skeem, shimmy, sheem, skimmy and skimay
Skymee and some others too indelicate to say.
But it’s SCIME, I say SCIME, please don’t pronounce it any other way
Pronounced SCIME, but it’s spelled S-C-I-M-E There ain’t no “H”, there’s no “AY” If you don’t like it, eat s**t and die. Cause that’s that’s the only way to say SCIME
So, I hope this little tune has somewhat mitigated the awkwardness that sometimes accompanies introductions.
If any Scime (with or without the accent) has story about how their last name has helped or hindered their social or professional lives and would like to share, that’s what the “comment” field is for.
From 1980 until around 2001, I owned a home in Blue Diamond. Nev. I loved it there because it reminded me of some of the small towns in Upstate New York. While I was there, I earned a living as a professional musician on the Las Vegas Strip, got married and got divorced.
I also raised a beautiful daughter, Reanna Louise.
Blue Diamond being as small as it was only had a 2-room school house for elementary students, but many of the scdhool’s activities were community oriented, such as the annual X-Mas pagent, held in the Community Center—literally a quonset hut!
These videos were taken during the 1988 pageant, if I remember correctly, and feature (who else?) Reanna.
Today would have been my mother’s 95 birthday, and I post them in her memory.
Okay, okay . . . I know I’ve been derelict in keeping this blog up to date. I keep promising to share intriguing, interesting, unique, original, curated, and so-called “remarkable” content, but continue to leave huge gaps.
This time, though, I’m making no promises: I’m just gonna go with the slow and see what happens.
So, then: A few weeks ago, it was my privilege to be invited to be a guest speaker at one of a friend’s online lectures in ethics at The International Academy of Design & Technology. The subject was “The Ethics of Feminism” or some such, and I was to play the part of the archetypal feminist. That was a few weeks ago.
Yesterday, Jerry shared with me a few of the comments he received from students who had either attended in real-time or had listened to a recording afterward. Here they are:
I really enjoyed the guest speakers at the live chat and wish my work schedule would have allowed me more opportunity to attend the live chats
The guest speaker was the highlight of the week; he made the topic “real” and interesting; hope to see more guest speakers like him
The live chat classes were the best, and the most interesting was the guest speaker in week 4 – which I would love to see in more classes. It helps to hear life experiences from others that share your ideas; he was awesome!
Roger in week 4 was our guest speaker. While I could not attend the live chat, I listened and wow! He made it all clear; to hear a real feminist was awesome! I would take the class again just to hear what he and Jerry had to say about other topics. Keep it up!
To say I was jazzed would be a classic understatement. I freely admit that I’m a frustrated academic at heart, and validation like this just makes life a bit more tolerable.
*NOTE: This headline construction is an over-the-top example of link-bait formatting. Of course, the content has to be compelling as well. . . .
My mother used to tell the story of how—at a very young age—I stood up in front of a crowd and, without any prompting, did an acceptable impression of Elvis Presley.
That’s when she knew, she told me, that music and performing were in my future. Accordingly, shortly afterward she bought me my first guitar—a Stella with Black Diamond strings—and thus set me on a course a course for the rest of my life. Continue reading Entertaining ideas . . .→
Have you ever found yourself in the kind a conundrum where you didn’t know which way to turn, much less what in the blazes to do about it?
Yeah, me too.
In fact, for the last—what?—three, four weeks, I’ve been stranded in that particular locale: It wasn’t called Conundrum Canyon, but that’s what I called it.
Now I know that this is making about as much sense so far as the GOP’s plan for balancing the budget without raising taxes, or as the Supreme Court’s idea of protecting the Constitution by eviscerating it.
(Now, that’s a cool word, isn’t it: “eviscerate?” Dictionary.com defines eviscerate in two ways:
to remove the entrails from; disembowel;
to deprive of vital or essential parts.
Personally, I think the second definition is the more accurate one, although I can also imagine the teenage ghost of John Adams calling out a warning: “Hey, Ma . . . call James Madison: There’s evisceratin’ goin’ on!)
I’d tell you, but then I’d have to . . . never mind
Now, confidentiality prevents me from going into too many specifics, but in all fairness (and to satisfy the curiosity of the . . . er, curious, among you), I’ll give you as much of the story as I can and present it as a hypothetical.
Are you with me so far?
Anyway, on May 4th I (hypothetically) received a call from an old and dear friend of mine who lives out of state. My friend was having, well, let’s just say a crisis of fact, form, and stability. He asked me if I would help.
Rescuer that I am—having grown up on the sappy flicks of the 60s and 70s, where somebody was always saving somebody less advantaged—I leaped upon my gallant steed and rode northward from Reno, to the aforementioned (hypothetical) Conundrum Canyon.
To the 2-3 people who follow this blog: I apologize for not posting anything for, well, a while. A combination of financial, personal, medical, geographical, cybernetical (is that a word?) — and probably astrological — problems have interfered.
It’s easy to Tweet on an iPhone; a blog post: not so much.
But, rest assured, cyber-buddies, I will be back at the ol’ keyboard long before this time next week, with enough content to make up for my lapses in spades.
So. please don’t give up on me. I’ll still be holding my open mic at Pizza Baron tomorrow night at 7:00 PM, but will be heading back out of town again immediately afterward. If I can get online before then, I’ll have 5-6 new posts before next Wednesday. If not, then that following Friday.
Too much information? When I return—I’ll type, and you’ll decide!
Some of you might have noticed that the title of this blog has undergone a transformation: Whereas it was (until yesterday) “The Critical Journalism Blog,” today it has become “SCRIBE+SITE,” with the tagline, “Content creation for the 21st century.”
There are a couple of reasons for the change:
For one thing, it was becoming apparent the journalism community had little interest in the concept of applying informal logic techniques to journalistic research, analysis, writing and reporting.
For another, I often found myself writing on topics other than informal logic, critical thinking, or even journalism—a practice that made the blog a hodgepodge and unfocused.
As I tried, each week, to come up with topics that referenced the blog’s title, I became increasingly frustrated: even though it wasn’t all that difficult to find those topics, other subjects just kept on getting in the way, and I realized that all I really wanted to do was write—uninhibitedly, spontaneously, prolifically. Not with a great deal of erudition, nuance, and flair, perhaps; but at least a few paragraphs strung together with decent syntax, proper spelling and grammar, and an occasional soaring phrase that would make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
So, there it is. This blog will attempt to highlight my writing talents in as many areas that interest me, and perhaps, you, the reader. Plus, it seems that there’s a market for creating original content in these social media days.
I’ll still post on topics that deal with critical journalism (I’m enamored of the name), but that will no longer be the sole focus of the blog (as if it ever was). I promise to complete the series, “The 9-second election”; with the 2012 election cycle coming up, I should have no shortage of subject matter.
In the meantime, though—as they used to say—Watch this space.
I would assume that some of you have noticed that this blog has often diverted from its stated purpose as being “The Critical Journalism Blog,” into areas involving politics, personal opinions, cultural trends, and even business. There is a reason for that, one which it is difficult for me to control: I am a lifelong sufferer of ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, sometimes jokingly referred to as ADOS, or: Attention Deficit . . . Oh, shiny!
Approximately 4 percent of the population suffers from this very real affliction, and I am one of them. When on my meds, I tend to do just fine, but when off them I tend to be easily distracted from one subject to another. I also tend to be impulsive and lack patience. These are all symptoms of ADHD, and most of the time the results are relatively innocuous. In fact, they often lead me to periods of extreme creativity, as they have done other successful individuals. Thus, the slogan: “It’s not a disability, it’s a superpower.”
Lately, I haven’t been taking my prescribed medications: Adderall, amphetamine salts, dextroamphetamine, and Vyvanse due to their high costs and lack of insurance. However, through a patient assistance program offered by one of the manufacturers, I expect to be back on Vyvanse by this time next week. At that time, I plan to refocus this blog on Critical Journalism, and to separate my posts on other topics to new areas of the blogsite.
As I inferred previously, ADHD doesn’t always mean having to say, “You’re sorry.” In fact, for most of my life it’s been a boon and has, in fact made that life far more interesting than it might have been otherwise.
of me . . . Roger Scimé (note the acute accent over the é—that’s not part of the domain name, only because ICANN, the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names And Numbers, won’t allow things like accents, ampersands, underscores, umlauts, etc., etc., etc., in domain names. Go figure.
Back to the point: In my many years on this sad and sorry planet, I’ve been a
short story writer,
marketing, PR, social media, and mar-comm specialist