Book Report: Poems of Flowers edited by Gail Harvey (1991)

As I mentioned, I bought this book at an estate sale this weekend. Since it’s one of those lite collections of poetry that came out in the early 1990s, printed by companies happy to have content from the public domain, I assume that Mr. Paul got it as a gift.

It contains 43 poems dealing with flowers. Irises, hawthorn, roses, and fields of flowers. Poets including Dickinson, Wordsworth, Longfellow, Herrick, and so on extol the virtues of blooming plants. Most of them are accessible even though many are hundreds of years ago. These are definitely middlebrow poems, written with cadence and rhyme for the enjoyment of all readers before the academy determined that poems should be inscrutible to the bourgeoisie.

So it’s a nice collection of fun little poems to read. A couple of insights into the human condition, but mostly various poets playing with words pleasingly.

Apparently, it’s not available currently on Amazon; I had not realized how much of a collectors’ item (hem) this was. I have provided a book search link below for your convenience, if you’re interested. You see, here at MfBJN, it’s all about your convenience, gentle reader, not my ability to make a couple quarters every couple of years from Amazon referrals. You illiterate sops.

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Good Book Hunting: August 11, 2007

We bought so many books yesterday, I should have a hangover. I almost do, but we’ll come to that bye and bye.

We decided, as it was a cool (only 90 degrees at 8:00am) morning, to walk to a couple nearby yard sales with the boy in the stoller. So we loaded up on all our spare cash and a couple vessels of water, and we headed southwest to the outlying small home subdivisions of Old Trees, Missouri.

We found a yard sale selling cassettes for a quarter, specializing in 80s music, so we loaded up on Barry Manilow and some country and western (Heather being the operative part of we here) and a couple of CDs (Billy Ocean’s Love Zone and Roxette’s Joyride) for fifty cents each. Then we passed through a couple small but well organized (Heather said) sales featuring kids stuff (how disorganized can you be with very little, I asked). Then we hit a nearby estate sale, and the gluttony occured.

Friends, the people handling the affairs of this gentleman had his books and cassettes priced at twenty-five cents each, at which point “Because we’re walking and you’ll have to carry them” doesn’t hold up as an excuse not to buy. I mean, we did have a cart/dolly since the boy could walk now. About time he starts learning how to walk for distance.

I mean, look at this haul:


August Estate Sale Purchases
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The gentleman’s collection of music focused on Big Band and jazz, so while Heather helped herself to some Benny Goodman (or Benny Youngman–whichever was the musician and not the comedian), I got some Sarah Vaughn, John Pizarrelli, Ella Fitzgerald, Lena Horne, and Diana Schuur. The books included some serious literature, a pile of art books and some very nice and old art museum supporter giveaways, and a few conservative tomes. Of which, I acquired:

  • Lolita by Vladimir Nabakov. You know, that book mentioned in the Police song.
  • Five volumes by Ogden Nash.
  • Ariel by Sylvia Plath; I apologized to Jimmy Ray in advance for reading these at him.
  • Flowers of Evil by Baudelaire; I mean, if you have to have flowers.
  • Sonnets of Blood, a collection of poems written originally in Slovak and somehow made to fit an English rhyme scheme. That takes more than mere translation.
  • Dynamics of Faith by Paul Tillich; it will go along side the copy of Morality and Beyond and will probably remain so on my to-read shelves until the middle 2010s.
  • Poems of Flowers; we probably won’t be so lucky that these, too, are evil flowers, but they’ll break up the Dickinsonotony.
  • Tales of the Alhambra by Washington Irving, which talks about that famous building in Spain.
  • Down with Love, a movie tie-in; I can only assume that Mr. Paul owned it because of its tie to the song.
  • Gentleman: The William Powell Story by Charles Francisco; I don’t normally buy celebrity bios, but I just watched the documentary about him that came with the Thin Man DVD box set, so I was primed for this particular book.
  • The Confidential Clerk by T.S. Eliot; this is the first American edition of his verse play. For a quarter!
  • The Seduction of Hillary Rodham by that one guy who was a good guy and is now a bad guy or who was a bad guy and is now a good guy or however the mythology goes.
  • A boxed two-volume set from 1948 called The American Constitution.
  • Detectionary, a reference guide for early detectives in fiction; a special printing by the Hammermill paper company.
  • Couples by John Updike; a first edition for a quarter!
  • A Collectors’ Club edition of Edgar Allan Poe’s select tales and poems. I should put this on my read shelves, since I’ve already read everything from Poe in a complete edition, including the Narrative of A. Gordon Pym.
  • A single volume that collects Carl Sandburg’s Smoke and Steel, Slabs of the Sunburnt West, and Good Morning, America from the 1920s. I said so.
  • A play entitled Tiger at the Gates translated from the French.
  • The Meaning of the Creative Act, an early 20th century musing on creativity, translated from the German or from the Russian.
  • Resistance, Rebellion, and Death by Albert Camus; I’ll read this when I need a good pep talk.
  • Hardluck Ironclad, the story of a sunken Civil War vessel.
  • Time and Again by Jack Finney; a first edition! W00t!
  • A St. Louis County Geneology study of last names in the county in 1989-1990. Because I could.
  • Literary America, a study of American writers and photographs of the things/places about which they wrote.
  • Political Bestiary, a collection of political humor of some sort, I guess.
  • Collecting Nostalgia, a guide to things from the 1930s and 1940s to collect. Heather no doubt hopes I don’t get into collecting stuff from that era since I’m packing away enough clutter already with my narrow bands of material I seek.
  • Light of August, a William Faulkner book that got too close to my stack. Seriously. It was nearby, so Heather thought it fell from my stack and added it.

You can see Heather’s two books standing upright; if I had seen Varieties of Unbelief, I probably would have nabbed it for myself.

That’s 32 books for me, 2 for Mrs. Noggle, and a collection of audiocassettes for Heather to rip into digital format, ensuring that she’s not bored well into 2009.

So I better stop reading long classical works and take time to clear some of the shorter reads off of my shelves or I will face a space crunch. I mean, a greater space crunch than I have now.

And I carried the collection, some 45 pounds of it, the half mile or so home. You know, it used to be automatic that I could do that, but perhaps it’s because I’m aging or because I think I’m aging that I mentally pause before doing it (without actually pausing, you see, because that’s unmanly). As a result, my shoulders are a little tight today, but that only means they’ll look better tomorrow. Lots of books and ripped shoulders: this is possibly the best book sale ever.

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Caution: Do Not Eat In Dark

Watch for that warning label, coming soon thanks to this lawsuit:

A Morgantown man, his mother and his friend are suing McDonald’s for $10 million.

The man says he bit into a hamburger and had a severe allergic reaction to the cheese melted on it.

As a severely allergic man, he took every reasonable precaution to ensure his own safety:

Jeromy did his part to make it known he didn’t want cheese on the hamburgers because he is allergic, Houston said.

He told a worker through the ordering speaker and then two workers face-to-face at the pay and pick-up windows that he couldn’t eat cheese, Houston said.

“By my count, he took at least five independent steps to make sure that thing had no cheese on it,” Houston said. “And it did and almost cost him his life.”

After getting the food, the three drove to Clarksburg and started to eat the food in a darkened room where they were going to watch a movie, Houston said.

Jeromy took one bite and started having the reaction, Houston said. One of the three immediately called the McDonald’s to let restaurant employees know they had messed up the order, but had to cut the call short when Jeromy started having a bad reaction, Houston said.

That’s right, he told people he was allergic but didn’t take the precaution of actually checking his food. Afterwards, while he’s reacting, his friends call the McDonalds.

Sounds like someone is digging for some free money here.

On the other hand, here’s an encouraging sign from our health industry:

The lawsuit alleges Jeromy “was only moments from death” or serious injury by the time he reached the hospital.

. . . .

McDonald’s representatives offered to pay half of Jeromy’s medical bills — which totaled about $700. When Houston became involved, he said the company offered to pay all the medical costs.

The cost of saving someone only moments from death: $1400.

Good work, health care industry!

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Weird: Supply and Demand’s Limited Impact

Prices are going up for some commodities when the supply goes down and demand remains the same or goes up:

The wholesale price of cocaine has surged since December because of a shortage of the drug in 37 U.S. cities, including Milwaukee, according to a recent announcement by the White House Office of National Drug Control Policy.

Isn’t it stunning that this happens to drugs but not to petroleum, where price increases are always the result of mere greed on the part of the oil companies?

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Taking The Draft Off The Table

In between the bomp-bomp-bomp-bomps of the NPR All Things Considered intro music today, they teased me that one of their upcoming stories was about the possibility of reinstituting the draft.

Oh, for Pete’s sake, I have been hearing that for the last five years. In 2003, my own grandmother expressed fear of it, sure that Bush was going to impress my younger cousins and send them to Iraq.

To heck with it; I am on the bandwagon. Let’s restore the damn thing so that I don’t have to hear horror stories about that particular monster in the closet, children voters, a whole decade.

UPDATE: Here’s the story.

And I’ve reconsidered; if we reinstitute the draft, the same people worried about it coming back would take to the streets to demand its end, again. So we might as well not if they say we’re going to.

UPDATE II: James Joyner weighs in, sort of.

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Preparing My Plan for $100 Million Cricket Stadium, $100 Million Roller Derby Arena, $100 Million Pokemon Dome

Stadium of dreams:

Efforts to bring professional outdoor soccer back to St. Louis will enter a decisive phase on Monday when a prominent Metro East lawyer will propose a $100 million stadium complex in Collinsville that he intends to be home to a Major League Soccer franchise.

A $100 million dollar complex that’s funded as a public/private partnership wherein the city takes the fiscal risk and the private guy reaps any rewards that accidentally occur in spite of this being a Major League Soccer stadium being built in the middle of nowhere.

Public/private partnerships: is there anything they won’t try?

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Book Report: He Was A Midwestern Boy On His Own by Bob Greene (1991)

As you know, gentle reader, I like Bob Greene’s books well enough to spell his name correctly most of the time. This is the first I’ve read in two plus years (since Duty: A Father, His Son, and the Man Who Won the War in March 2005 and Bob Greene’s America in May 2004).

It collects a number of his columns from Esquire and the Chicago Tribune again, so he’s back in his sweet spot of short narrative nonfiction with the occasional forays into "People and Things That Happened Because I Am A Columnist" or "Things I Made Happen Because I Know Michael Jordan" filler material. Of course, we cringe when he talks about calling a seventeen year old girl in 1988 and talking to her about her sexual arousal watching Dennis Quaid in The Big Easy and wonder is that the one?

Greene trends more mawkish than Andy Rooney, so he falls beneath the old curmudgeon in my estimation, but he did make a career at it whereas I’m only making a blog of writing my insights. So I respect the man and enjoy his work enough to pick up a collection of columns from time to time, but I’m not exactly plunging into the first edition copy of All Summer Long, one of two first edition copies that have passed through my hands and have remained on my to-read shelf.

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The Coming Russo-Canadian War

Canada joins rush to claim the Arctic:

“Our government has an aggressive Arctic agenda,” Dimitri Soudas, Mr Harper’s spokesman, said on Wednesday.

“The Russians sent a submarine to drop a small flag at the bottom of the ocean. We’re sending our prime minister to reassert Canadian sovereignty,” said a senior government official, according to Canadian press.

Since the Russian expedition was discovered last month, Mr Harper has faced increasing pressure to fight back.

The twenty-first century promises to be as odd as all the others that preceded it. I mean, it almost takes a suspension of disbelief to believe that the French once dominated Continental Europe with its army or that the Belgians had colonies. Looking forward to the 21st century, how many other almost inconceivable things remain to come.

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What a Difference a Good Title Makes

On a book, perhaps, but certainly on a law:

A Cole County judge on Wednesday struck down a new law that would have allowed more midwives to help deliver babies in Missouri.

Circuit Judge Patricia Joyce declared the law unconstitutional. The law was attached to a health insurance bill, and Joyce said the title of that bill was too narrow to encompass midwifery.

Good to see that the Post-Dispatch is impartial on the matter. On one hand, we have:

While a doctors’ association praised the ruling, home-birth advocates promised to appeal it. Mary Ueland, who lobbies for midwives’ interests, said she was confident the Missouri Supreme Court would uphold the law.

A dreaded lobbiest, a paid spokesperson for a vile interest group. And on the other side:

The state’s largest physicians’ association, the Missouri State Medical Association, has fought the changes. Jeff Howell, the association’s director of legislative affairs, said Wednesday that the new law would have “significantly lowered the standard of care for childbirth services, and we just don’t think that’s acceptable.”

An association of physicians and its director of legislative affairs. In other words, a someone who lobbies for physicians’ interests.

Perhaps the Post-Dispatch doesn’t think its readers know any other words or thoughts aside from those it presents to them. Perhaps it’s right.

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In Case Of Catastrophic Failure, An Alarm Will Sound

Wisconsin to install monitors on 15 bridges:

The Wisconsin Department of Transportation will install devices on 15 bridges to monitor unusual movements, officials announced Tuesday, six days after the fatal I-35 bridge collapse in Minneapolis.

The devices, called accelerometers, will be placed on the 15 bridges in Wisconsin that have support structures similar to the Minneapolis bridge.

Accelerometers work much like seismometers, which measure movements of the Earth, and will gauge horizontal and vertical movements in the bridge supports.

Kudos to the state government of Wisconsin for spending tax dollars making a public gesture that won’t actually fix anything.

Perhaps if they installed cameras, too, so they could have pictures of the actual collapse as well, kinda like security cameras favored by police departments don’t prevent but allow government officials to watch governmental failures in progress from the safety of their offices.

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People Cannot Self-Regulate; Please, Government, Regulate Me

I guess that’s the message from this poll:

Ninety-one percent of Americans believe sending text messages while driving is as dangerous as driving after having a couple of drinks, but 57 percent admit to doing it, a poll released on Tuesday said.

The Harris Interactive survey commissioned by mobile messaging service Pinger found 89 percent of respondents believe texting while driving is dangerous and should be outlawed.

Even so, 66 percent of the adults surveyed who drive and use text messaging told pollsters they had read text messages or e-mails while driving. Fifty-seven percent admitted to sending them.

Please, mama government, save me from myself!

A good follow-up question would have been to ask how many obeyed the speed limits, existing laws designed to regulate behavior while driving, to determine how many of those people we could expect to heed new laws about texting while driving.

Oh, never mind.

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Ailing Retail Development Holds No Lessons

In St. Ann, a municipality in northwest St. Louis County, its sales tax mainstay is not providing the tax revenue it used to:

When Northwest Plaza gets a cold, St. Ann sneezes.

Northwest Plaza is ailing right now, and St. Ann’s finances are following suit.

The city depends on sales taxes from the shopping mall for a big chunk of its revenue, and sales at the mall have been on a steady decline since 2000.

“We are extremely sales tax driven,” said Mayor Tim James. “When that money goes on hiatus, which is what we are hoping, and not gone for good, it really shakes things up.”

Since 2000, the city has reduced its work force to 92 from 112 and has begun charging residents for garbage pickup that used to be free. But so far, the city has kept up appearances. Potholes are being fixed, and the streets are being patrolled.

Ah, yes, the facade of providing core government services instead of blowing scads of cash on a water park that won’t break even on an annual basis (like so many of your neighbor municipalities are).

So what is the lesson about this that municipal leaders can learn? Partnering with land developers in crony capitalist schemes to increase your sales tax revenue and then spending that sales tax revenue as though it will continue to grow infinitely might put you into trouble when those sales taxes decline?

Nah; the lesson is thank goodness you’re not fools like those people in St. Ann!

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That’s a Dig, Right?

Deep within this New York Times article lamenting that having only a couple of million dollars doesn’t make you nutso rich (a point of view with which I agree, actually), we get this bit of commentary with which I don’t:

David Koblas, a computer programmer with a net worth of $5 million to $10 million, imagines what his life would be like if he left Silicon Valley. He could move to a small town like Elko, Nev., he says, and be a ski bum. Or he could move his family to the middle of the country and live like a prince in a spacious McMansion in the nicest neighborhood in town.

But Mr. Koblas, 39, lives with his wife, Michelle, and their two children in Los Altos, south of Palo Alto, where the schools are highly regarded and the housing prices are inflated accordingly. So instead of a luxury home, the family lives in a relatively modest 2,000-square-foot house — not much bigger than the average American home — and he puts in long hours at Wink, a search engine start-up founded in 2005.

“I’d be rich in Kansas City,” he said. “People would seek me out for boards. But here I’m a dime a dozen.”

Speaking on behalf of those of us in the middle of the country, please stay on a coast.

I don’t know who’s more of a self-important twit; the journalist writing the story, or the mcmillionaire.

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Right Hand Called, Left Hand’s Phone Was Busy

You know what those of us with credible city experience call this:

Police were at a loss to explain why thieves removed the license plates of 32 vehicles in the Skinker-DeBaliviere neighborhood in the city’s West End over the last few days.

A slow night.

And special good kudos for this insight that the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:

“This is the first I’ve heard of anything like this,” Sgt. Al Nothum, spokesman for Troop C of the Missouri Highway Patrol, said of the rash of license plate thefts.

“Maybe the thief is taking the plate to get to the tab later, but then, why not snip the tab off instead of taking just as much time or more to unscrew the plate?”

Wholly guacamole, the stunning ignorance on display here is twofold:

  • The St. Louis Post-Dispatch runs to the Highway Patrol for a comment? Of course the Highway Patrol hasn’t heard of this. Stealing license plates/tags is a local offense; you would call the City of St. Louis police department or whatever municipality you live in when you discover someone in the Central West End has stolen your tabs
  • The state Highway Patrol is obviously unaware that the Missouri Department of Transportation recommends putting the registration tabs in the center of your license plate these days specifically to prevent people from cutting off the corners of license plates if the registration tabs are there.

Cut crisscrosses in your registration stickers, the thieves will snip the corner of the plate. Put the registration stickers in the middle of the plate, the thieves will steal the plates. Got any more good ideas, public officials?

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Someone Hit a Double down the 20 Yard Line

MADD offers comments on Amtrak offering booze to high end rail customers:

Mothers Against Drunk Driving questioned whether $100 in free alcohol was too much.

“This sounds like a lot of credit toward possible overindulging,” said MADD spokeswoman Misty Moyse.

Considering that the overindulgers would be riding a train, I think MADD is out of place here, but kudos to CNN for finding political opposition for a business/travel story.

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