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Monday, January 31, 2005
Remembering the Old Times, Back Before the AHL Became The Big Leagues Internet Hockey Database, featuring the best compendium of stats anywhere. (Link seen on Hockey Pundits.) Just Childish It's hard to believe that a grown-up wrote this column with Bill McClellan's byline in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:
"I have a question," the young woman said. "The conservatives won. Why are they still so angry?" No, then McClellan has to explain how conservatives are the dweebs, geeks, and nerds from high school while liberals were the cool kids, the cheerleaders, and the athletes. The man's next step is fingerpainting his columns, folks, I kid you not. Sunday, January 30, 2005
Verb Abuse CNN Headline: Explosion targets Spanish hotel. I'm not a physicist, so take what I am about to say with a grain of sodium chloride, but Explosions don't target things; people doHeadline writers also use this when they want to emphasize an inanimate object's role in the event, especially when the prevailing windsom indicates that the object itself is bad. That's why you get SUVs running down grandmothers and guns killing innocent bystanders. Personification is a nice device in fiction or creative non-fiction. Journalists should probably avoid it, except when their journalism is fiction or creative non-fiction. Come to think of it, perhaps journalists are already adhering to this maxim. Another War Criminal Heard From In the weekly antiques column from the Saturday St. Louis Post-Dispatch, we find this war criminal:
There are photographs showing Hitler and his cohorts using these dishes in the Eagle's Nest hideout. The dishes were manufactured at the Meissen factory in Saxony, Germany. The pattern, known as Meissen Red Dragon, has been made since the early 1700s and was used not only by the German High Command, but also by several European royal families. Write down the story about how you came to own the plates, and be sure your family has a copy. Although no one is likely to consider your plates anything other than wartime souvenirs, you should be aware that ownership of items removed from Germany and other European countries during World War II can be legally challenged. Your plates could be worth $1,000 or more with proper documentation. Saturday, January 29, 2005
Government Wealth Redistribution Story in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch: Critics say that Jim Brown isn't worth millions:
The Federal government makes its sweeping national mandates that it wants states and communities to implement. To help the smaller government units handle the demands from above, the federal government passes on grants and whatnot. So the Federal government collects the taxes, takes its percentage from the top, and hands the money to lower governments. The lower governments spend money from their general funds to employ grant writers and lobbyists to get the diminished revenue pool passed on by the Federal government. Meanwhile, government departments, advisors, and lobbyists get their points from the money passing through their hands from the citizen to the highest level of organization and then back down to the local governments who actually do the work. So does the Post-Dispatch point out the inherent inefficiencies of the system and argue that the Federal government could scale back its centralization and allow local communities to use local tax revenue for local projects directly and that local communities wouldn't have to waste existing tax revenue pursuing other tax revenue? Of course not. They're upset that the lobbyist isn't efficient bringing the slop from the Federal trough:
Book Report: Savage Love by Dan Savage (1998) I bought this knob-licker's book from the three-for-a-dollar rack outside the Hooked on Books in Springfield. The book's cover and pages are kinda wavy and the book has a sort of sweet odor to it. I don't know if some Southwest Missouri State student, steeped in openmindedness and something sweet and smoky, dumped the book before moving from the stifling confines of the Bible Belt for a big city or if someone received the book as a gift and ran it through the dishwasher because it's dirty. I can only speculate, but I didn't practice safe reading and read this book without protective latex. I've read Dan Savage in the local tabloid and on Salon in the middle-to-late 1990s. His columns tend to have the message that if it doesn't hurt anyone (unless they want it), sexual practices are okay. He's right, of course, but focus on the physical pleasure disservices participants who don't know or expect anything more thank a hook-up. Savage writes as a know-it-all, slightly an ass, and it's hard for me to take any more than a couple of pages or letters in any one sitting. Because it will undoubtedly offend Mr. Savage, I'd like to point out that his voice reminds me a little of Rush Limbaugh. There's a certain amount of tongue-in-cheek in the voice, as though Savage is playing the part of being more ass than he really is. It's that quality that makes Rush Limbaugh amusing, but Savage is more, well, savage in his assishness. He calls names, casts aspersions, and belittles those whose sexual aesthetics differ from his rather expansive set. So he's like Rush Limbaugh, but not as good or humorous. Maybe Dan's more like Michael Savage, who an Internet rumor I'm starting right here indicates is Dan Savage's estranged older brother. So I'd recommend sticking to the columns and not investing any more than thirty-three cents on the book, and I don't imagine I'll buy any of Savage's other books of commentary. Remaining Anonymous From the LA Times story about a man in last week's train crash in LA who
The Myth of Conservative America ca. 1949 Okay, so some twenty-five or more years after I spent Sunday mornings watching the Lone Ranger scattered among old episodes of Sgt. Preston and his dog King of the Yukon, Hopalong Cassidy, and the Bowery Boys, I bought a DVD containing the "pilot" episode of the Lone Ranger from 1949. To you damn kids who attend public schools, I will helpfully calculate that it was 55 years before the cheap DVD was released and by now about 56 years ago that network television presented a hero that:
This is the shared herotage that some people would deny America. I'd like to think that perhaps we could share these ideals, but then some schmuck starts thinking that perhaps since my house is so nice I should give more than what I can spare beyond it that I start casting my own bullets out of whatever the heck they make nickels out of these days. Book Review: Voodoo River by Robert Crais (1995) This book features Elvis Cole working for an adopted starlet who's interested in finding her natural parents in Louisiana. When Cole travels to Louisiana, he discovers that her past is shrouded in mystery, mayhem, and the secrets of a small town. Enough of the back of the book stuff. Another good Elvis Cole book, but one that again makes me think of the work of Robert B. Parker--the end reminds me a lot of Early Autumn, but with a twist. Of course, these novels make me feel like pre-Spenser:For Hire Spenser novels, when I could wonder what was going to happen before I was caught up in the dialog-driven post-Spenser: For Hire Parker novels, when the dialog just carries you from page 1 to page 300 without allowing the reader to wonder what's going to happen. On the other hand, this novel represents the first time Crais deploys the old "first person narrator discloses to other characters, but not to the readers, the plans" trick, which is second in cheap tricks only to the "first person narrator dies at the freaking end" device in absolute author naughtiness. Poor form, Peter, especially when you're just throwing it in on page 200 to create suspense. Stephen King would thrash you, and rightfully so. That doesn't count as proper foreshadowing. Still, I recommend the book, particularly if you can, as I did, get it as a Christmas gift from a beautiful wife who gives up her collection because she knows I won't read books that are not on my To-Read Shelves unless they're my books. Otherwise, they're worth your paperback or second-hand dollar. Friday, January 28, 2005
Sharon Stone Puts Down Payment on Land Rover Story: Sharon Stone steals charity limelight at poverty debate:
Seizing her chance during a heavyweight debate on how to tackle poverty in Africa, Stone stood up in the middle of the crowded hall to offer an immediate personal pledge of 10,000 dollars -- then challenged others to follow suit. It rather undercut the big-name panelists, who included Britain's finance minister Gordon Brown, Brazilian President Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva and the billionaire Microsoft chairman Bill Gates. It's also disingenuous of this journalist to say Sharon Stone upstaged Bill Gates. Let's write it out with zeros:
But Bill Gates is an evil capitalist, and Sharon Stone is a feeling artist out of Hollywood with a good pair of legs and, as some lizards would atest, tasty feet, so of course she upstaged Bill Gates by promising an amount equal to 1% of what Sandra Bullock gave to tsunami relief. But at least Sharon Stone was dressed appropriately, eh, Robin Givhen? Dress for the Occasion Virginia Postrel, who lives in Texas, concurs with a Washington Post fashionista who dings Vice President Cheney for dressing warmly for an outdoor ceremony in January:
Listen to this Wisconsin boy: if you're going to be outside for a long period of time, you dress warmly and let the other people keep themselves warm giggling at your attire or expressing their outrage. That way everyone is comfortable. Update: James Joyner agrees. Gall as Big as Church Bells I haven't awarded the award in a while, but I will present it deservedly so to Missouri Governor Matt Blunt who is seeking to actually cut a government benefits program:
Blunt said Medicaid's price tag has doubled in six years, making the program unaffordable for taxpayers. Even with his proposed cuts, it will cost $5.3 billion, or more than one-fourth of the total state budget. In addition to curtailing eligibility, the governor would ax some services. For example, the state would no longer pay for physical therapy, occupational therapy, ambulances and hospice services. Also gone would be money for dental care, hearing aids, prostheses and wheelchairs. Children, pregnant women and the visually impaired would be exempted from the cuts. Social service advocates were dismayed at the scope of the proposed reductions.
"In my district, going door to door, I'd come across widows who clearly needed assistance," recalls Steelman, a Republican from Rolla who is now state treasurer. The more treasure to spend, the more powerful the treasurer, I guess. Thursday, January 27, 2005
Argument for Term Limits Ladies and gentlemen, I present the best argument I can think of for term limits: ![]() Kennedy Calls for Troop Withdrawal in Iraq:
Just three days before the Iraqi people go to the polls to elect a new government, the Massachusetts Democrat said America must give Iraq back to its people rather than continue an occupation that parallels the failed politics of the Vietnam war. Also, Teddy Kennedy would have just been another quiet lush in an expansive family compound after losing a presidential election in 1976. Moving in the Right Direction Developers scale back plans for PabstCity complex: New proposal for entertainment center seeks smaller city subsidy:
The proposed downtown development, known as PabstCity, is now expected to cost $317 million, with $39 million sought from the city, the project's developers said Wednesday. Their estimate last summer of a $395 million development included $75 million in financial assistance from City Hall. Mayor Tom Barrett and other city officials said that earlier request was too high. Richard Roeper Embraces Slavery (for Others) Roeper weighs in on the Maggie Galagher microbrouhaha:
That's the second time in recent weeks that we've heard about a columnist taking money to push a political agenda. When radio disc jockeys took money to play certain records, the name for it was "payola." Isn't this the same thing? Kurtz also reported that Gallagher received $20,000 from the Bush administration to write a report titled "Can Government Strengthen Marriage?" I wonder what conclusions she drew. Yet Gallagher told Kurtz: "Did I violate journalistic ethics by not disclosing it? You tell me." Well. YES. You also violated journalistic ethics by taking the money in the first place, dear. Perhaps the government needs someone to comment on its training films....I nominate Roeper. For free! FULL DISCLOSURE I took Pell Grant money from the Federal Government as part of my college financing package. You, gentle reader, should then assume that all words on this blog and all independent thoughts and ideas I have are duly vetted and approved by the administration of President George H.W. Bush, by whose largesse I could afford a private university. Update: Read my longer take on the Maggie Gallagher artifiscandal here. FULLER DISCLOSURE I have, from time to time, also received a FEDERAL INCOME TAX REFUND, which is a greyer area. Depending upon your point of view, it's either my money or money from the government, either an increase or decrease or I have somehow precipitated a cut in federal revenue. Regardless, you should assume then, gentle reader, that I am withholding too much from my paychecks every week, and I think you would be right. Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Challenge for Pro-Business Governor Some people have called Missouri's new governor Matt Blunt "pro-business." At least one legislator is ready to test that: Senator wants to show exit to Missouri's adult businesses:
First, Missouri banished sexy billboards and young strip dancers. Now, Sen. Matt Bartle, R-Kansas City, wants to force adult entertainment businesses out of the state by stripping them of their profits. Legislation pending in the Senate would impose a 20 percent tax on revenue of all "sexually oriented businesses," charge a $5 fee for each person entering their doors and prohibit them from staying open late at night. "The goal of the bill is to make Missouri inhospitable for these businesses," said Bartle. Bartle would like to drive this sort of business out of Missouri so that people who like to see boobies can do it untaxed on the Internet or in Illinois. Once the thousand or so adult entertainment businesses are closed, he can then cover the budgetary shortfall by taxing other sins--such as eating, drinking, driving, reading, ad absurdum. A Mountain Out of a No Hill Subtitle this piece "Is Magge Gallagher the Devil?" because that's how she'll be played by people who want to discredit the ideas she has expressed in her writing. So is she the devil? No, she's a writer, but let's get into the case as presented by the Washington Post's Howie Kurtz:
"The Bush marriage initiative would emphasize the importance of marriage to poor couples" and "educate teens on the value of delaying childbearing until marriage," she wrote in National Review Online, for example, adding that this could "carry big payoffs down the road for taxpayers and children." But Gallagher failed to mention that she had a $21,500 contract with the Department of Health and Human Services to help promote the president's proposal. Her work under the contract, which ran from January through October 2002, included drafting a magazine article for the HHS official overseeing the initiative, writing brochures for the program and conducting a briefing for department officials. "Did I violate journalistic ethics by not disclosing it?" Gallagher said yesterday. "I don't know. You tell me." She said she would have "been happy to tell anyone who called me" about the contract but that "frankly, it never occurred to me" to disclose it.
I've worked as a technical writer, during which time I have:
So am I the devil, too? Guilty of payola, plugola, writola, or whateverola? A tool of the vast technology-embracing conspiracy, working at the beck and call of shadowy figures with their own agendum to sell the technology? No, I am a writer, maximizing my knowledge of a particular technology in as many formats and for as many markets as I can. The only difference between Maggie Gallagher and me is that I've done my work for technology companies, talking about technology, instead of writing about public policy for magazines and syndicates and for the big customer, The Federal Government. Her contract price wasn't out of line for what she did for the government, and I assume that her syndicate and the National Review pays her a salary upon which she and they have agreed for her work. So all sides in this transaction are happy, and the consumers can read what she wrote and evaluate the information the same as anyone who's read one of my white papers can. Take the contents of the article or leave it. But because she's written materials regarding public policy, the rules are different. Instead of making a case for an opposing policy, some people attack the person. Current writer ethics, used as a cudgel, demand a monastic existence from Writers in Papers or Magazines, where the writer cannot work outside the realm of the Reader's Interest or some other inchoate abstraction. Startled editors and other townspeople with pitchforks and torches want full disclosure, but any writer with any success or with any experience in contract business writing should overwhelm lists of customers, clients, and publications. Sometimes the details of the contracts aren't the writer's to disclose. As I said, I'm fortunate to not have any technical writing contracts in public policy. The rules in technology are different. The technologies and their marketing fluff, white papers, and ideas contend in a marketplace, where the competition doesn't stoop to knocking the individual authors who write about technology. Instead, the competition develops their own technologies and hires people like me to write marketing fluff, white papers, and other materials for trade shows and for inclusion in trade magazines. Maggie Gallagher is guilty of being an efficient and a smart writer who has successfully marketed her insight, gathered knowledge, and writing talent to a variety of customers. As a writer, I applaud her success and wish her continued success. I also wish her character assassins would fight ideas with ideas, but recognize that's unlikely. (Rant inspired by this post on Outside the Beltway.) Full disclosure: I have taken sums of money and favors for writing things, but neither from Maggie Gallagher. Tripp Hardin Responds, Lauds Favre Perhaps I was disingenuous (which depends on what that word means) when I posted this bit about an ill child who met Brett Favre. I explained who I thought was the real hero of the piece:
According to the account I read and remarked on, you took the initative and made it happen. Congratulations Might Be Forthcoming Johnny Carson has inspired John Kass to quit smoking. Good luck, Kass. Live Blogging the President's News Conference These reporters don't want information. They want to catch the President. I know, that's obvious, but I notice it most acutely when I actually listen to it. Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Book Report: Free Fall by Robert Crais (1993) I have this book in hardback, but that means instead of bending paperback covers, I got blue ink on my hands from the spine of the de-dustjacketed book. I guess it was worth it. Elvis Cole receives a visit from a damsel in distress who thinks that her fiance, a cop with an elite undercover group, is in some sort of trouble. The cop visits Cole right after the woman leaves and explains that he's just cheating on her. Elvis follows up and finds that one of them is lying and one of them is not. It would be a much shorter book if only the woman had been lying. The book returns to a better hard-boiled standard where the detective is looking for answers and not just solving a problem--even though there's some of that in this book. Still, I like the style of the plot better than Lullaby Town, and I'm even willing to overlook some questionable plot holes in the beginning--as long as I don't think about it too much. Still, it's better than average detective fiction bordering on the exceptional. Anti-Robot Bigotry on the Left At the local recycling facility this afternoon, I say the following bumper sticker: Support Organic Farmers I assume that person will be one of the last to welcome our new robot farmer overlords. Cue the Violins Headline: Rural counties keep afloat with tape and bubble gum:
Trinity County, which gives out grants according to the directives of the its Trinity County Children and Families First Commission's Strategic Plan [to spend money]? Which has its own Department of Tobacco Education? Which has its own Department of Risk Management? Which has a number of parks and its own Library System? Although money might be scarce, I think that these municipalities, like most other governments, lack clear priorities. They run out of money before they run out of ideas, but they don't put the ideas on hold or examine their feasibility; instead, they get more money. Razzies Clear Shark and a Couple of Whales The annual Razzies awards have taken a political stand by nominating George W. Bush as worst actor:
St. Louis County Government Says, Nyah Nyah After an embezzler with the county government pilfered funds and overbilled a title company to cover the shortcoming, the county government says, too bad, so sad, we're not recompensing the title company. Story:
But Investors Title had the paperwork it needed to discover the crime from the start, and thus should accept responsibility, a lawyer for the county countered in St. Louis County Circuit Court. It's a good message. Thank you, St. Louis County, for stating it clearly and loudly. Monday, January 24, 2005
Unleash the Dogs of Irony Christian Slater explains why he loves London in a story in the Times of London, December 12, 2004:
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Nutria: Delicious and Nutritious Nutria Recipes, courtesy of the United States Geological Survey. Yes, that is your government and your tax money at work. Forget the Border, There's a Book to Seize Here's the lead for the story "Germany demands return of rare book found here":
Just another day on the job for Shene, 46, who buys and sells rare books for a living out of his St. Louis apartment. Though $3,900 certainly represented a sizable investment, serious dealers such as Shene typically spend up to $15,000 for a collection. But there is nothing typical about this book. In the past four years, it has thrust him into a heated dispute with the German government, threatened to damage his reputation and robbed him of his time when he needed it most. Yet the book is the find of his career. First, the good news: Shene was right about the book’s quality. Last year, leading auction house Sotheby’s valued the book of drawings at $600,000. But Shene’s good fortune came with some bad news: The book may have been stolen from an unlikely victim — the German government. The state-owned Staatsgalerie in Stuttgart claims a World War II U.S. Army captain took the book and others from a castle and eventually deposited them in his Richmond Heights home.
Governor Blunt Favors Hijacking, Theft, Robbery Blunt wants tough curbs on cold pills used in meth:
Under Blunt's plan, consumers who want to buy cold pills containing pseudoephedrine could get them only at pharmacies, and purchasers would have agree to have their identities recorded in a police database. Decongestant pills containing pseudoephedrine can be a cold sufferer's dream or a narcotics investigator's nightmare. The medications, which are available everywhere from service stations to hotel vending machines, are easy to convert to meth and in recent years have fueled an explosion in illegal drug manufacturing. Of course, making it harder for criminals to get the legally-ownable things they need will not prevent the criminals from getting their Sudafed. It will mean that criminals will have to get their meth ingredients by illegal means, such as burglary, armed theft, and hijacking Walgreens trucks. Ergo, Governor Blunt is in favor of more violence in the war on drugs. At the very least, the nonviolent meth cookers in Missouri will cross state borders to buy their gross cases of cold remedies, which means those other states will get the sales tax. The proposition is lose/lose/lose/lose. The cold sufferer loses because it's harder to get legal remedies. The public, particularly pharmacies, loses as criminals resort to more violent means than commerce to acquire that which they will acquire anyway. Tax spenders, that is, the legislature loses the revenue of legitimate commerce. Finally, the taxpayers lose as they have to fund a new apparatus to support the initiative. On the other hand, some do win from the proposition. A database provider will make some money. The governor will look tough. Small town pharmacies in border towns outside Missouri might prosper. There's your half full paragraph for the evening. Governor Blunt Also Favors Voting Fraud Gov. Blunt proposes making absentee voting easier:
Under current law, people must state under oath that they will be unable to go to the polls on Election Day due to absence from the area or another eligible reason. Sometimes, people may fib about their excuses because election authorities don't check. Blunt would open up the process so that all registered voters could cast absentee ballots up to six weeks before the election, either at the election office or by mail. He would do away with the requirement that absentee ballots be notarized. Saturday, January 22, 2005
Cancel the NHL Season, Please I've spent the season following the Milwaukee Admirals of the American Hockey League (the AAA league, so to speak), and I don't want to have to switch gears and root against these fellows when they're called up to the National Hockey League as Nashville Predators, division rivals of the St. Louis Blues. Milwaukee Police Want to See Boobies City considers police cameras Of course police like cameras. They're cheap and allow the police the ability to gather evidence of criminal activity without having to leave the warm confines of their surveillance centers. Police watching through cameras won't actually prevent crime with cameras--the victim will still be beaten/mugged/raped/killed, but at least the police will have full color tapes of it. Assuming, of course, the police behave better than the security officials at Caesar Atlantic City, who were fined for using the security cameras to ogle women or than law enforcement officials in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, who diverted traffic cameras to look at young women. I don't want to sound too anti-police on this matter, but I don't think that cameras improve public safety much, if at all, and certainly not enough to justify the expense or the loss of privacy involved. Misplaced Paranoia In a column entitled Desktop search threatens your privacy, columnist David Sheets builds a long story about how desktop search applications can threaten your privacy. His main point stems from the thought summed up in first part of the following quote:
But some of you want the advice of your shidoshi of paranoia, and I will dispense the wisdom. What can you do to prevent someone from sitting at your computer and finding out your innermost secrets or sitting at your computer and installing malicious software? You must always properly secure your computer chair. Your revered sensei of paranoia always locks his computer chair in the closet when he's going to be away from his desk; as anyone knows, a burglar with hacking skills or an FBI agent with a court-ordered spyware kit won't be able to work their dark magic on his computer if they don't have somewhere to comfortably sit while doing so. Hackers, social engineers, and their ilk simply won't abide by standing, kneeling, sitting on the desk, or bringing their own folding chairs to your computer. This simple step, often overlooked by computer users, can render your computer more secure immediately. How Can You Tell When A Politician Is Lying? When they promise a temporary sales tax that will sunset:
However, as a private citizen, I have my doubts. Once the sales tax is in place, I suspect it will be permanent and eventually, I predict that Jefferson County will find some reason to raise its amount for the Children or some other pet projects. Once Jefferson County's revenue becomes dependent upon sales tax monies, watch for eminent domain abuse as its government officials determine that large retail developments are worth more to them than actual residents who own the land the developers covet. Slippery slope? Not too slippery, since it won't happen suddenly. After all, it would be five years before the Jefferson County government has to act to make the temporary sales tax permanent. But don't doubt they would try. Friday, January 21, 2005
Incensed I just returned from one of those January holiday parties, and I admit that I, too, was finally offended by the overtly PC sensitivity people who insist on calling it a holiday party instead of naming it properly to pay homage to the reason for the season. The people throwing the party should have called it a Martin Luther King, Jr., Day Party along with any company throwing parties for their employees in January and calling them "Holiday Parties." Thursday, January 20, 2005
Free Ice Cream Headline: Ben Kingsley and wife have split. They had a split? Did it include fudge and crushed nuts? He's Not Paranoid, He's My Brother Sure, a skylight sounds nice, but why would you let the satellites look right into your bedroom? Trust Us Story: AMR might add flights:
"If we can get facility costs down, that can only be good news for adding new service in St. Louis," he said. AMR, of Fort Worth, Texas, is American's parent company. Wrong Focus AOL to expand capabilities in Web searches:
AOL is expected to announce on Thursday that it has teamed up with several technology suppliers to help it offer expanded search functions, such as improved geographic-based searches, clustering results by topic and helping people refine their searches through suggested alternative keywords. AOL plans to expand the advertising appearing on its search page, the article said. It will also use the unusual approach of charging advertisers based on how many telephone calls are generated by their ads. Perhaps AOL should stop the continuous loop of Field of Dreams at headquarters. Just because you build it does not mean the users will come. Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Book Report: Lullaby Town by Robert Crais (1992) Lullaby Town is the third Elvis Cole book, and Crais takes the series in a new, but common direction. No longer does Elvis Cole have to figure out what's going on, but rather he knows what's going on and has to get his client out of it. When a famous Hollywood director hires Elvis Cole to find his ex-wife and child, Cole has to travel from the warm and friendly confines of California to New England. He soon discovers the wife has made a new, successful life for herself but with accidental and encompassing involvement as a money launderer for a New York crime family. So early in the book, we know the whole thing and the remainder of the book is not so much mystery as it is crime-based problem solving. Robert B. Parker took this tack, too, with a number of his novels and, in many cases, the lesser novels in his canon. Chandler, nah, Marlowe was always trying to figure out what was going on in the room. Whenever crime novels run in this direction, they tend to make their heroes the most clever person in the room, and that goes against the spirit of the hardboiled school in a way, where the detective perseveres and wins in the end not by outfoxing, necessarily, the bad guys, but through his tenaciousness and relentlessness. Okay, with some intelligence, too. Heather assures me that not all of the remainders of the series reflect this trend, which I hope is the case. I root for the underdog, and guys who hope to outsmart organized criminals aren't underdogs. They're just smart guys who outsmart organized crime. And in series of detective novels, they do it once a year at least. Confession: When confronted with the name Elvis, most people would think of the Elvis. Me, when I picture Elvis Cole in my head, I have a different Elvis as a starting point. Together We Will Rule The Galaxy as Father and Daughter Is it just me, or is there a family resemblence here:
How The Mitey Have Fallen I just heard, while listening to Michael Medved show on KRLA 870 in Los Angeles, Gary Coleman doing a radio spot for CashCall.com, an unsecured loan broker. Heather and I have most recently seen him in Buck Rogers in the 25th Century where he played Hieronymous Fox, a child genius. As he did so many times. I grew up with Gary Coleman as a kind of hero, a kid my age who was always smart, clever, and funny. I'm somewhat sad to see him reduced to stumping for a lender based on his own past poor credit. Apologia Upon hearing the clock chime three, I asked (rhetorically, of course) of the cat, "Where does the day go?" I realize this was insensitive and wish to apologize, sincerely, to all the Italians I may have offended by saying syllables together that sound like an ethnic slur. Because I understand some members of some ethnic groups take offense at that sort of thing. Shouldn't We Warn Somebody? Headline on CNN: ![]() Click for full size Four car bombs hit Baghdad in 90 minutes? Shouldn't we warn someone? The Affect of a Minimum Wage Increase on Some Morale Over at Boots and Sabers, Owen is covering the proposals to increase minimum wage in Wisconsin using a lot of insightful commentary, meaningful statistics and projections. We here at MfBJN won't rise to that level of discourse, preferring to build consensus on anecdotal evidence about the negative impact of minimum wage increases on the morale of the brighter and harder working mambers of the lower end of the wage scale. Who am I kidding? It's all about me. I got my first job in the summer of 1990 in Milwaukee at a grocery store. I worked as a bagger and accepted minumum wage, $3.85 an hour, as a matter of course. All the teenage boys and infrequent twentysomething bagger started at minimum wage. Gold's Shop Rite wasn't a union shop, so the raises weren't planned nor mandated. Still, my exemplary nature as an employee shone through as I learned the facets of the business and could be called upon to not only man the checkout lanes, but also to handle the other sundry duties involved in grocery stores without goading from managers. To reward me, they gave me a $.20 or a $.25 raise, so I was making about $4.00 an hour. Then they trained me to run a cash register, one of a few baggers ever entrusted to do so, so they raised me to the checker's starting wage as a reward. As such, I received two merit raises in under a year, and by March of 1991, I was making $4.20 an hour. It's a pittance, I know, but it wasn't brain surgery. I was very pleased to be recognized and rewarded by earning more than people who'd started the job before me. When I opened my check in the first week of April, I noticed my wage had increased $.05. Without prompting. That's an odd raise, I thought, and my first instinct was to draw the error to the attention of the store manager. Then I remembered something about the minimum wage going up. Of course my employer couldn't raise my salary respective to the minimum wage, as it already had to contend with increased labor costs in a low margin business. The federal government and my duly elected legislators had deemed me as equal to the freshest, least productive employee hired off the street even though my employer had thought otherwise. Thank you, Uncle Sam, for returning me to my place as poor cog in the machine, getting uppity and increasing my earning power without the help of my betters in bureaucracy. Thank you, comrades, for ensuring that other people who didn't bust their hump were rewarded the same as I was. See, to this day it rankles me. I was working hard in a low paying job, and I went from a cut above everyone else to earning just as much as anyone else. I know how much a little bit more matters--I spent almost three years after college switching jobs for an extra quarter an hour--but on that April day, the minimum wage increase forced me to trade a point of pride--my heightened salary--for two dollars a week more in income. Pre-tax. Life in the OC You know, I always put the outgoing mail in the mailbox with the stamp to the left. It's not a conscious thing, but it just seems right to have the addresses rotated counterclockwise. Isn't that weird? Close Call For The Athletic I saw this headline, Sports Authority cuts budget after complaints, I worried because I confused it with the Sporting Authority, our preferred retail outlet for non-bicycling athletic gear. Fortunately, though, the retail establishment will remain open, and the St. Louis Regional Convention & Sports Complex Authority will continue spending private/public tax largesse with only the normal amount of annual abashment:
The authority overspent last year even after Mayor Francis Slay and others publicly accused it of wasteful spending.
Executive Director Kent Underwood had asked for $72,000 to be budgeted this year to pay the Vandiver Group, the PR firm. Last year, the authority paid $98,000 to Vandiver - more than four times the $24,000 that had been approved by the board. Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Harry, Harry, Harry (I) By now, most of you know, Prince Harry of England recently attended a costume party dressed in a Nazi uniform, and the for-public-consumption outrage uproared and stamped its hoof threateningly in the dirt. Mark Steyn writes a column about the big Hollywood premieresque indignation. As a service to our readers, I include a handy table of costumes of both evil people and not evil people as whom Harry could have dressed and the uproar those costumes would have provoked:
So the outrage sort of fits into the total program of presentation, where Nazis are bad bad bad not so much because they're totalitarians who tried to take over Europe and who killed a lot of people (which differs from the European bureaucracy only in body count, but not so much in intent), but because Nazis are bad, bad, bad. Because the Nazis have to be bad so that creatively-challenged dissenters can compare current world leaders to them thoughtlessly. Harry, Harry, Harry (II) Does anyone else find this quote (also in Mark Steyn's column) too earnestly Orwellian?
Paranoia Sense Tingling Satellite lost over the south Pacific:
(Link seen on /.) Monday, January 17, 2005
They Want Reform Now? Story in Sunday's St. Louis Post-Dispatch: Missouri fee agents prepare to lose contracts after shift in power: Democrats call for change in system:
Turner runs Department of Revenue fee offices in Chesterfield and Clayton. The offices sell license plates, issue drivers licenses, process applications for titles and collect sales taxes on new vehicles and boats. Her shops are among the busiest in the state's 171-office network of independent contractors, and Turner is proud of her lower-than-average error rate in processing applications. But she figures her days are numbered. The reason: sheer politics. Fee offices are among the last vestiges of patronage politics in state government. The governor's campaign contributors traditionally get the contracts, which in some cases can provide six-figure incomes to their operators. The offices charge a fee for each transaction. After expenses are covered, the rest is gravy. Democratic contractors appointed by former Govs. Bob Holden and Mel Carnahan expect to be replaced soon because Matt Blunt, a Republican, took over the governor's office last week. That said, I think it's a capital idea, and I hope pro-business governor Matt Blunt actually goes through with it. I'd like to see a minimum of two fee agents per county to ensure that citizens have a choice in their driver's license renewal options and perhaps see some customer service out of the functionaries behind the counter whose inner clocks move on four year cycles. What, you think I have had one or more bad experiences in these little ill-furnished storefronts and could do nothing but bite my tongue and line the pocket of someone idealogically opposed to me? I have, and I had no choice in it. So-Called Watch From a CNN.com film review:
Foreman has played by the rules all his life and is living the so-called American Dream. He's respected by peers and clients as the head of ad sales for a weekly New York-based sports magazine. He has a loving wife, Ann, played beautifully by Marg Helgenberger ("Erin Brockovich," TV's "CSI") and two daughters, the oldest of which, Alex (Scarlett Johansson), is just entering New York University. Book Report: Stalking the Angel by Robert Crais (1989) I read the second Elvis Cole book, my second in 36 hours, so that bespeaks much of how enjoyable these particular novels are proving. This one finds Elvis Cole looking for a a stolen Japanese manuscript, protecting a wealthy businessman's family, looking for a kidnapped girl who might be complicit in her disappearance, and battling Japanese organized crime. Elvis Cole battles more crime in a day than some fictional private eyes see all book. The plot is convoluted, but not confusing; as the first person narrator has to reframe events in his own mind, he takes the readers along, so it's not confusing or overly elaborate. Heck, I figured it out sixty pages in with a guess as to how I, as a writer, would play it. I'm eager to continue with the series as it, like John D. MacDonald's work and some of the sixties paperbacks I've taken to in the last six months, entertains me and inspires me to write. As soon as I finish another book, of course. Sunday, January 16, 2005
Sunday Night Fiction: "Shepherd: At College" Okay, so I got nothing this weekend. Here, have a short story. This particular piece piggybacked on a piece I wrote while in high school, not that anyone knew it. "Shepherd: At College" represents the second Jim Shepherd story, which chronicles the adventures of a young man who grew up reading too many hard-boiled detective adventures. This story represents one of my Dark rolled down outside the blinds of the little coffee house I was sitting in. I was trying to stare wistfully into my drink, which was difficult because it was a flattening Cherry Coke served in a paper cup with a strange dichromatic ocean picture that became clear only after you stared at it a while. Maybe it really wasn't an ocean scene. Maybe that's only what I saw after staring at it a long time. I was swaying in time with the bluesy jazzy poppy music they piped in to the joint, swaying and looking wistfully into a paper cup of soda. It was not one of my better days. Then she walked in. Her heels clicked to a stop on the fake brick floor just inside the door. She shimmered. She glistened. The room coalesced and kaleidoscoped. She did other things in the light that made my eyes hurt. And I had only been drinking Cherry Coke. She swirled a glance over the accumulated misfits and might have lingered on me for a minute. I wish. I straightened up and shoved my hat back. A macho enough gesture, but the hat was kind of tight and moving it back hurt a bit, so she would have no idea how macho it really was. I ran my fingers along my hairline and pulled my hat down. It hurt. What would Spenser do? He'd go over and say, "Want to see me do a one-armed push-up?" and she would giggle and he would snap off ten. Spenser was a wuss. I could do one-armed push-ups two at a time. I decided against the gesture. She'd just think it was macho posturing or something. Besides, ten is an awfully high number and she might get bored in the middle of my macho posturing. As it were, I just tipped my chair back against the pseudo-brick wall and leaned my head back. The brim of my hat hit the wall and the hat slid painfully down over my eyes. Mike Hammer never had this problem. I coolly chicked the front legs of my chair back down and shoved my hat back. Her back was to me as she paid for some coffee concoction with a crisp fiver. Good. She looked over the room and looked at the empty table next to me. It was the only one in the place. Our eyes met and I felt the electricity. She looked around again, probably to make sure that everyone was watching as she swanked deliberately over to the table. It was hard for her to decide whether to sit across the table so she could see me or on the side nearest me, and she settled on sitting with her back to me, acting coy and indifferent but handy when I wanted to strike up a conversation. She was doing a good job on the cool thing. She didn't even turn half way and look out at the room so she watch me out of the corner of the eye. She was good at this game, but I was better. "Excuse me, do you know what time it is?" I asked her. She didn't even glance at the little Seiko on her wrist. "No." she said. Hard to get, I thought. I knew the thing. The harder I chase her, the more I'll like it when she gave in. And she could check out just how much I liked her in just how hard I chased her. An ego thing. I was one step ahead of her. "Shepherd's the name," I said as she spread a New Yorker on the table in front of her. "Jim Shepherd," I said after a dramatic pause, a pause made more dramatic when she hadn't said anything. Or even looked at me. "Good for you," she said. "And you are?" "Getting irritated." A big jockish looking guy came over to her table. "Hi, Sharon," he said. "How ya doing?" "Great," she said. Great, I thought. "I'm headed over to Duffy's. Want to come along?" Jock Boy said. Sure, if he didn't have those muscles and all that where would he be? "Thank God," she said, closing her New Yorker slipping it into her bag. She turned and they walked out. She started talking as they were out of earshot. I watched them leave, and I have to say I enjoyed it. Sharon. I liked the name Sharon. I liked Sharon. At least it wouldn't be one of those lingering, clinging things. She and Jocko turned the corner and were gone. But not forgotten. I wondered if she were a freshperson. That would give me four years. Plenty of time. It was going to be a good four years. Oh, those blue eyes, I thought and I would have sighed except I'm a tough guy. I looked at my soda. It was almost empty. I could use another pretty soon, but the tap was so far away. A little red bird was flying across the sky on the cup, and it wasn't getting anywhere. Tough luck. I was sympathizing with that bird when she walked in. She seemed to seep into the room like a fog. A mist of perfume, hair that rolled from her head like a dark warmth, and a presence that crept before her and lingered after she left. She glanced over the room and her big brown eyes flowed over me like molasses. They might have syrupped on me for a moment, but it might have been just me. She looked at the table next to me, the only empty one in the joint, and she cascaded over. I took a healthy slug of my Cherry Coke. What would Philip Marlowe do? I wondered. Book Report: The Monkey's Raincoat by Robert Crais (1987) I got this book, and all of Robert Crais' novels to date, for Christmas, so I started with this book as it's the first Elvis Cole novel. The book features a private investigator in California who follows well the footsteps of Philip Marlowe and Lew Archer, better than that Moses Wine guy. Elvis has to investigate the a husband who has disappeared with the couple's son. The husband, a down on his luck agent, has been cheating on his wife with the sordid lot of starlets and seems to have gotten himself in over his head with drug dealers, organized crime, and femme fatales. The writing is denser than Robert B. Parker's work, from whose early this work seems slightly derivative. This book does draw its attention to a common modern writing foible, though; the shortcut use of the brand name as an adjective. You don't find it in the older stuff that remains fresh to this day; Chandler didn't tell you who made the high-quality merchandise, he described how the merchandise was high quality. A lot of authors these days just drop the brand name in and let us make the appropriate judgments on how well the character is dressed--or not. Unfortunately, I don't know a lot of California brand names, so I can't get the full flavor of the scene. So I've learned something to avoid in my writing. Sure, the brand names will draw contemporary readers in, but over time, their use will stale quickly. Still, The Monkey's Raincoat is a good read, even if I don't understand the title or its allusion. I'm looking forward to the rest of the series anyway. Friday, January 14, 2005
Best Headline of the Day TechDirt's Bezos Innnnnn Spaaaaaaaaace! I laughed because I got the allusion. And I'm not explaining it to you damn kids. Does That Mean What I Think It Means? From an article entitled "Police: Coroner Confesses To Stealing From Dead - El Paso County Deputy Coroner Says He Sold Stolen Drugs":
Coroners use the medicine to make sure the victim was taking the prescribed dosage and didn't die because of an overdose. Good Column by Steinberg I spend a lot of time and blog inches disagreeing with him, but Neil Steinberg's column today contains nothing with which I disagree and several things with which I agree. Just thought I would mention it. The Problem with Preventing Crime Does anyone see the paradox in this? Pilot arrested in cockpit after screener smells alcohol: The charge:
Keep that in mind the next time you've had a couple of beers and go to get something out of the cabin of your car. Wince Surprisingly, a commentary columnist for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch doesn't like Fox News or conservatives in the media:
Also, why do I care? But that's enough questions for now. Thursday, January 13, 2005
Elite Gamer Report Amid an evening spent installing the latest in strategy and first person shooter games, well, if you extend "latest" to include Unreal Tournament 2003, I would like to announce that I have won my first game of Minesweeper in almost a decade. Not because I suck, mind you, but more because for the first time in ten years I have bought a computer instead of a sack of parts, which means also for the first time in ten years I have had Minesweeper installed. But I take some small pride in winning nevertheless. Some of the Best Bloggers Are, and Then There's Sullivan Contrary to what Google might imply and some Google user might suspect, I have never had sex with Chris Pronger. Thank you, that is all. But I Don't Have a MUPP Since I don't have a Masters in Urban Planning and Policy, of course it strikes me as senseless and tragically humorous that portions of St. Louis County are using eminent domain to turn residential area into retail area, and that portions of the City of St. Louis are turning retail area into residential area. I will think it equally amusing in twenty or thirty years when the roles reverse, because St. Louis County municipalities' sales tax diminishes because there are no citizens left to shop in the retail areas and the city determines it can get more in sales tax revenue than in income tax and other revenues from actual citizens. Had I that precious degree, I would think it very serious indeed. Thinking Inside the Box St. Louis Union Station, the city's old train station, remodeled as a mall, isn't doing so well:
At the rental rate of $1,600 a month, it may not be long before his brother-in-law, who owns the kiosk, becomes another failed businessman at the converted train station. Business is slow at Union Station and seems to be getting slower, shopkeepers say. It doesn't help that the St. Louis Blues aren't playing this winter at the nearby Savvis Center. Krieger's Sports Grill, which opened just a year ago, shut its operation after New Year's Eve. Union Station, beautifully restored 20 years ago with a soaring, glass-enclosed shopping area adjoining the former train depot, recently was taken over by a new management company, Jones Lang LaSalle, one of the nation's largest managers of shopping centers. General Manager Byron Marshall and Marketing Manager Frances Percich have been on the job for less than two months. "We're going to come up with a plan," Marshall said. "We're very optimistic we can come up with change, some positive change." So when faced with no shopper traffic in a "revitalized" former train station chock full of shops and kiosks that sell t-shirts and St. Louis souvenirs but very few necessities of life (unless you subsist on coffee and fudge), undoubtedly the obvious answer demands that you turn some of the empty shop space into condominiums. Ten Year Plan Oh, boy, here comes trouble: Homeless no more: Plan seeks to end chronic homelessness in 10 years:
Hollywood Sense Tingling Does anyone else wonder what this implies?
Halmi was quick to point out that the miniseries will not be a remake of Cecil B. DeMille's 1956 movie starring Charlton Heston, but will rely on extensive biblical and historical research for a realistic, truthful presentation of Moses and the Jewish people's exodus from Egypt and their travel to Mt. Sinai, where, according to the Old Testament, God descended to deliver the Ten Commandments. "I felt that (the Ten Commandments) is the first written document of law, morality and order for the human race, and we completely ignore it," said Halmi, whose myriad credits include "Legend of Earthsea," "Dinotopia" and "The 10th Kingdom." That sounds swell. Recasting a biblical "tale" by the fellow who produced The 10th Kingdom (A father and daughter are caught in a parallel universe where the great queens Snow White, Cinderella, and Little Red Riding Hood have had their kingdoms fragmented by warring trolls, giants and goblins.) and The Legend of Earthsea (A reckless youth is destined to become the greatest sorcerer that the mystical land of Earthsea has ever known.). Does anyone see the potential for offense-giving in this? Let the prelash begin. Book Report: From a Buick 8 by Stephen King (2002) I paid several dollars for a remaindered copy of this book, so you can guess I like Stephen King enough to part with green instead of silver for his books. That's my disclaimer for bias you'll find in this book report. The book chronicles, in a series of flashbacks told as part of a narrative, how a troop of Pennsylvania State Police deal with a portal to some strange world and its occasional tendency to disappear state troopers or disgorge aliens. After the SC (sergeant commander) of the troop recounts the story to the son of a recently-killed trooper, the situation comes to a head in the now as the young man decides --probably under the influence of the alien force -- to destroy --or empower--the Buick 8. The narrative shifts among different speakers both in the present and in the flashbacks, so the narration is somewhat disjointed and not particularly effective. A couple of times in the book, I wanted the action to move a little more quickly, but I made it through. It helped that the book runs only 350 pages, a mere short story for King. Also, he resorts to trickery in the epilogue, poor form, Stephen. Still, it's always interesting and inspirational to read a Stephen King book to examine his style and his voices and how he can turn a simple plot into a readable and enjoyable novel. Wrong Focus In this generic Terminally-Ill-Child-Meets-Sports-Hero story, entitled Terminally ill child has a new friend in Favre, the writer focuses on Favre, but the real hero of the story is the private citizen who made it happen:
He knew that Favre occasionally looked at the message board and answered questions. But the game was less than a week away, and he figured the chances of Favre seeing the letter were “slim to none, with slim walking out the door.” The Packers frequently allow visits from terminally ill children through the Make-A-Wish Foundation, said Cathy Dworak, the team’s manager of community relations. But Christopher’s case was a direct appeal to Favre, so this was his call, not the Packers’. “Brett decided he wanted to do it,” Dworak said. Hardin, 45, a financial adviser in Kenosha, is a season ticket holder, and he gave his playoff tickets to the Foppianos. After a busy two days of phone calls to Christine, the Packers’ front office, and his father - who donated his frequent flier miles - Hardin had pulled it off. Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Paying My Hockey Dues As bound by the terms of my participation in the Hockey Whoopass Jamboree, I must post the logo because the Houston Aeros defeated the Milwaukee Admirals for the second time this season last night. Worse, the Admirals have fallen to second in their division to a team from Chicago. Come on, a team from Chicago. Chicago sports teams should only be in first when they're alone in a division, for crying out loud. The Chicago division, specially created so the rest of the country can escape their giant Charybdis, mythical-class sucking. Application for Medical Insurance 6. Health Information D) Do you, or any family member listed in Section 5, take any medicine(s), drugs, pills or herbs, or require shots? X Yes _ No If you checked any itesm in Question C or answered "yes" to Question D, please complete the following (use additional application form, if necessary):
Well, they asked what herbs I was on. Soundtrack to the Work Day Interesting. KMJM is playing the song that runs through the strip club scene in Beverly Hills Cop. I think this makes my home office a hostile workplace. I might just sue myself. On the other hand, I wonder what the title is, not that anyone would know it. It's the Beverly Hills Cop Strip Club Song. Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Noggle Predicted, Congressman Delivers In my last post yesterday, I made fun of baby boomers who didn't care about Social Security because they'll die while it's solvent. I mocked, but a Congressman says:
Monday, January 10, 2005
The Noggle Edit Another ad in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch from yesterday, with my markup in red for your approval: Social SecurityIf we feel like gambling,
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topless dancers, suckin, er, you know, on videotape, and shootin bubbles up your, oh, never mind."Brian J. Noggle is a cheesehead", where I am oddly enough mired in the third position.
