What If He Had A Highly Contagious New Pathogen From Asia?

Body of person who died on international flight to California reportedly unaccounted for:

The body of a passenger who died during an international flight to San Francisco, prompting the aircraft to divert to Chicago, is reportedly unaccounted for, according to reporting by SFGATE.

Neither airport officials nor a representative for the airline would comment on the circumstances surrounding the death and declined to confirm the passenger’s identity, nationality and gender, the outlet reported.

* * * *

The passenger’s body would presumably then be under the jurisdiction of the Cook County Medical Examiner’s Office, though Natalia Derevyanny, a spokesperson for the department, told SFGATE that there was no record of the deceased passenger or of any case matching that description.

The Turkish Airlines station manager in San Francisco would only tell the outlet that the remaining passengers were rerouted on different flights that eventually got them to their destination.

And the people on the plane were put onto different flights.

Feel free to comment in the middle of the night. I’ll be awake.

(Link via Wirecutter.)

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I’ve Altered Our Catchphrase

Lileks today:

Anyway, I just remembered the name of the new place, the one that’s a cafe but also has COFFEE in its name in case you didn’t think the CAFE had COFFEE. The name?

BRIM

So I can’t wait until they open and I can walk in and ask if they have any coffee. It will also be tempting to say “Fill it to the rim,” and then have an expectant look on my face as I wait for everyone else to complete the catch phrase.

Which, of course, they won’t.

You can, can’t you?

I have been known to say, “Fill it to the rim. With grim.”

But I am a curmudgeon at best.

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Holly Mathnerd Recommends

When I saw the cropped image on her home page, I knew where it came from.

I knew immediately who it was: The Great Brain. (I just read one of John D. Fitzgerald’s books, Me and My Little Brain, in 2018–that long ago? Already?)

In her post Boys Are Falling Behind While We Look Away: How to get boys into reading so they can start catching up, she recommends the series.

And I recommended it, along with the Hardy Boys and whatnot, to my boys. But they never cottoned onto it. Although they “read” a bunch when they were younger, before they got iPhones “for school,” they didn’t cotton onto either series which was a staple of my youth. What they read were the Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Captain Underpants, and other juvenile semi-comic books which, it turns out, did not really train them to read but rather for short attention span entertainment. Like iPhones.

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I Guess It’s Called The Ann Coulter Rule

Robert Stacy McCain covers the Traverse City stabbing:

Say hello to Brandon Gille and, while you’re at it, go ahead and say good-bye, because he will almost certainly spend the rest of his life behind bars. Gille went on a stabbing spree at a Walmart in Traverse City, Michigan, on Saturday. All 11 of his victims survived the attack and, for once, the “Ann Coulter Rule” turned out to be wrong in this case. Police were for some reason unwilling to identify the suspect in the immediate aftermath of Saturday’s attack, even though they had the guy in custody. The Ann Coulter Rule specifies that, the longer the police delay identifying the perp, the greater the likelihood that it’s not a white guy. So everybody was speculating that the Traverse City stabber must be a Muslim or perhaps an illegal immigrant, but it turned out to be a crazy white guy.

I myself speculated as such. And, being wrong in this instance, some people will hold it’s wrong to speculate such in any instance.

I don’t know. This might be the exception that proves the rule (that is, tests the rule) and proves it’s not always the case. Which is not the same as proving it is never the case.

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As The Ancients Foretold

The “ancients” in this case being me in 2006.

I denigrated the team’s plan to cut over-the-air games and I predicted scaling back free tickets to lesser games for good students would be eating the seed corn–diminishing their fan base for quick profit.

And, lo, twenty years later, the prophecies have proven true, and the Cardinals might be turning that ship around, but probably too late:

So far, so (largely) good with the Cardinals’ efforts to increase their television and streaming viewership levels.

The club has been experimenting this year with placing a handful of its locally produced games on over-the-air television after an absence of a decade and a half, and also is making all its local telecasts available for direct purchase via streaming for the first time.

The developments have led to significantly increased viewership and although the rise is not at blockbuster levels, an extreme bump seemed unlikely at a time of fan discontent with the team as evidenced by a significant downturn in home attendance even before the club’s recent slide.

To bad they sacrificed what might have been salvaged from that whole missing generation.

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“National” Crime Story To Be Localized

KY3 has a story: Suspect in custody after 11 people stabbed at Walmart in Michigan:

Eleven people were stabbed at a Walmart in Traverse City on Saturday — with six in critical condition — in what a Michigan sheriff said appeared to be a random act. A suspect was in custody, authorities said.

Around 4:45 p.m., a 42-year-old man entered the store and used a folding knife to stab 11 people, the Grand Traverse County Sheriff’s Office said in a statement on social media. A sheriff’s deputy arrived within minutes and took the man into custody, and people in the store also helped apprehend the suspect and treat victims, the sheriff’s office said.

* * * *

Shea said the weapon involved appeared to be a folding-style knife. Shea said the suspect is believed to be a Michigan resident but declined to share further details. Michigan State Police had said earlier in the day that the suspect was in authorities’ custody.

If his name was Cletus McBobson, we’d have a mug shot. Since we do not, we can assume.

And this story, picked up on a slow news night on our local affiliate’s Web site, will have no follow up to dissuade our assumptions about unnamed “Michiganders” who might start randomly knifing people in a crowded place. And our assumption is notably not Sensible knife control now!

UPDATE: I stand corrected; this is apparently the work not of Cletus McBobson, but Bradford Gille, which is not unlike Cletus McBobson.

It looks like he’s getting charged with terrorism:

Grand Traverse County Prosecutor Noelle Moeggenberg told reporters that the terrorism charge will be brought due to the fact that the attack impacted the community, rather than one individual.

Not sure if that’s how I would define terrorism, but the prosecutor sure is being tough in this case. Would she be in all cases? Hopefully, time will not tell.

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Another Reason

Springfield Contemporary Theatre announced the shows for their new season, and then they announced they were ceasing operations.

The Springfield Daily Citizen talks to some insiders about the decision (Springfield Contemporary Theatre board ran ‘smack dab into the wall of reality’), and it’s the usual “no money” kind of thing.

But allow me to talk a little about other reasons.

As you might recall, gentle reader, I saw one of the theatres’ production nine years ago (Black Comedy), and I really enjoyed it. However, I kinda didn’t remember the theatre or think about going there on date nights again (not that we had that many date nights during child-raising years), and when I saw an add for it in December 2021, they were still requiring proof of COVID vaccination for attendees. So I shelved it in my mind for a while.

And when I did think about it, and I checked the schedule two things stood out. First, they lacked a space, or if they had one, it was way north of Springfield (which is less than way north in St. Louis or Chicago, but it’s still a little daunting as I evolve into an old man).

Second, seasons were rife with titles like:

  • POTUS Or, Behind Every Great Dumbass Are Seven Women Trying to Keep Him Alive
  • Urinetown
  • Considering Matthew Shepard
  • Roe

And musicals.

So: Selections for the Enlightened, not selections for the general public.

Heaven knows I got roped into a message play the last time I saw “drama” on stage. I was not eager to gamble on what kind of play I would get after paying money, dressing up, and driving into town for the evening.

I mean, I know the Rep in St. Louis (which I have not attended for a long, long time even when I lived right around the corner with infants and toddlers, so much so that I had to do an Internet search to remember its name) ran into some trouble as well. I think, for a while, theatres really went all-in on speaking Truth-For-The-Power (the Rep’s upcoming season’s titles are not clearly message-oriented anyway), but that alienated a lot of theatre-goers who didn’t protest, who didn’t march, but who did just stop coming.

Which would be mysterious to those inside the bubble and due to outside factors, not their own “artistic” decisions.

A shame, really, as I like going to plays. Not especially musicals, and certainly not something that will clumsily and hatefully “challenge” my beliefs.

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Movie Report: Last Stand at Saber River (1997)

Book coverStrangely enough, I watched the films in the Tom Selleck Western boxed set that I bought in June in reverse chronological order of when they were made and, perhaps, when they were set. Monte Walsh was made in 2003 and was set in 1892; Crossfire Trail was made in 2001 and was set in 1880; this film was made in 1997 and was set in 1865.

In this film, Selleck plays a returning Confederate Civil War veteran who comes back to his family in Texas after years away at war. He’s estranged from his wife and family and did not even learn that the youngest died while he was gone. They pack up to return to their homestead in Arizona (territory, of course, as it would not actually become a state for almost fifty years–1912) but find that other local ranchers, including one who served in the Union army, have moved into the valley. Conflict arises, abetted by a Confederate sympathizer running the local store and smuggling guns for the cause. Things come to a head, of course, and there’s gun play, and a resolution that brings the neighbors together and gets the husband and wife to start to reconcile.

Pretty stock stuff. To be honest, after watching three television Westerns in a row (and watching in the genre in watching The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. over the course of the last year or so), I’m ready to switch genres for a while. I actually watched this a couple of weeks ago not long after Crossfire Trail (I guess it’s only been a week and a half maybe–the review is dated July 17) but am only now getting to review it (and eventually to shelve it).

But I still like Tom Selleck as long as we can spread out the television Westerns over a longer period of time.

The film had Tracey Needham as the daughter of the rival ranching family.
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Your Mileage May Vary

Editorial letter in the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel is titled John McCain was hero who saved Affordable Care Act. GOP still wants to kill law: Affordable Care Act has given millions of people an option to get health coverage they otherwise could not afford

Ya know, I remember a time when John McCain was literally Hitler. That’s about the time when my monthly healthcare premiums were $800. 2008. I’m self-employed, so I wrote the whole check every month.

It’s now $2700 a month and likely to increase again in November.

So the ACA has helped my health coverage get to the level where I cannot afford it. That’s…. progress?

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I Recognize Her

Some promoted post from some David Gilmour something something appeared on my timeline:

The text doesn’t identify her, but I know Liona Boyd. As a matter of fact, I have the Persona album it mentions as well as Virtuoso which I bought later (in 2021).

Both are shelved right if you know what I mean (and if you don’t, I can explain).

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“Heat Dome” Is The Winter Equivalent Of “Bomb Cyclone”

Did you ever hear of a “heat dome” before this year or last? Me either.

What Is A Heat Dome? Explaining The Deadly Weather Pattern Behind America’s Most Dangerous Summer Days

Kind of like “bomb cyclone” hit public consciousness five years ago and gets thrown around all the time now. Well, all the time, in winter. We have one or more bomb cyclones every winter, which is unprecedented (in that we used that term for winter weather).

Forget millennial discovers. This is millennial names. And it’s all because it never happened before the younger generation existed (according to the younger generation). And now, it’s millenial names, and LLMs repeat ad infinitum to each other and us.

It’s all my fault, probably.

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Thank Goodness This Is Not Yet A Thing

I saw this on Facebook the other day:

Posted by a social media account claiming to be Catherine Mary Stewart, who played the love interest in the first film from forty-one years ago.

Ah, gentle reader, as you might recall, some years ago I did a scientific study of reasons why The Last Starfighter is better than Star Wars (one of which is that Catherine Mary Stewart was/is prettier than Carrie Fischer).

But. No.

You know, I was a bit… uh… about Richard Hatch’s drive to resurrect Battlestar Galactica in the 1990s, only twenty years after the original series when the original characters would have…. twenty years later, had more adventures without having found Earth. The same with Red Dwarf, whose first six “series” I watched in 2024. The first six series were from 1988 to 1993. The last of the series was… what, 2017, with a movie in 2020? At some point or age, the original premise continuing on for decades gets depressing when one thinks about it.

The same with the recent cash-grab memberberries films like Bill and Ted Face the Music (although I saw Top Gun: Maverick in the cinema and liked it).

Fortunately, this thing, should it come to pass (the thing in development hell is The Last Starfighters which deals with Alex’s children–not sure how that would work that they would be his children, and twenty years later he has not rebuilt the Starfighter by then….

Eh. I won’t have to worry about it. I don’t watch streaming channels, and I don’t go to the movies any more (Was Top Gun: Maverick the last time I’ve been in a movie theater? Maybe!). I guess if Tom Selleck isn’t in it, I won’t see it anyway.

But stop trying to make my childhood relevant to this contemporary world. Just kidding. Stop trying to use things I valued in my childhood to extract money from me.

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I Hadn’t Thought About Gal Costa In Hours

Ted Gioia mentions the release of some new Gal Costa tracks:

The late Gal Costa (1945-2022) is one of my favorite Brazilian vocalists. And I’m not alone in my admiration. How many popular singers get invited to share a piano bench with Herbie Hancock?

During her storied career, Costa performed and recorded with all the leading stars of Brazilian commercial music, and gained international renown as an exponent of the Tropicália style.

Now—out of the blue—Universal Music releases three tracks that have been sitting on the shelf since 1972. These capture Costa at absolutely peak expressive power.

I was thinking about Gal Costa yesterday.

As you might remember, gentle reader, the LP library at Nogglestead (now even fuller than shown in that post with the unboxing of my mother-in-law’s folk collection, given to us when she downsized a couple years ago, and another year’s worth of gleanings from antique malls and book sales) is not organized.

So, as it happens, records I don’t like that much end up on the left end of shelves. I pick things out of the library, play them, and then stack them on the desk. When it comes time to reshelve them, I shove all the records on the shelf to the left and then put the ones I’ve listened to on the right. So things I listen to frequently or like most end up sorted to the right, whereas the left extremes of each shelf ends up holding my wife’s folk records (and eventually the ones that had belonged to my mother-in-law), my own sainted mother’s sixties pop collections and Elvis records, the country or seventies folk records (including Olivia Newton-John, Lynda Carter, and Linda Ronstadt) that I bought because the covers had pretty women on them), and probably a copy of Firefall’s Elan somehow.

But this weekend, for a change of pace, I took from the most left of the top shelves, and discovered my only Tommy Reynolds 33⅓ LP (the rest of my collection are 78s or 45s). So I started working my way to the right from that left-most edge. I found and played Beth Carvalho’s Sentimento Braśileiro record, and I thought about Gal Costa since I bought a couple of her LPs at the same time as I bought a bunch of Brazilian LPs in 2016. Specifically, I thought of Fantasia which depicts a possibly nude Gal Costa on the cover which scandalized my boys some years later when they saw the cover.

So, to make a short story long, I knew the artist Gioia was talking about and had thought about her very recently indeed.

Unlike Gioia, Costa is not my Brazilian singer (Mizuho Lin, ultimately, has not surpassed Astrud Gilberto as my favorite).

(So how did some favorites end up on the left? I presume it’s because I had box sets there before I built the most recent set of record shelves, and when I moved all boxed sets to under the console stereo, I backfilled with some LPs that were actually favorites.)

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Putting the Most Heinous Crime First

Drug trafficking? Meh; the rural papers are full of tales of drug traffickers.

Assaulting a dog? String him up!

I am not endorsing this view, but it’s been this way a long time. The death of a man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic, and the hurt of a dog is an abomination. I remember sitting in the theater watching Independence Day when L.A. is getting destroyed by aliens-aliens (not, as it actually happened), the buildings are collapsing, cars are getting caught in a blast radius, and the crowd cheers when the dog is safe.

Somewhere on the heat chart of who loves what (family, neighbors, the Other), the spot for animals is probably bright red for both conservatives and liberals.

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Why Does This Case Have An Endnote?

I let my beautiful wife go to Sam’s Club by herself today. Actually, she asked if I wanted to go before she planned her trip, but I thought to do some yard work this afternoon, so I encouraged her to go on her own. Honestly, she’d heard me complaining about the new “Scan ‘n’ Go only” policy which I’d kvetched about in April. They kind of relented, apparently, with rumor that they would keep a couple registers, but when I went last week, they had whittled manned checkout stands down to one and a couple of self-checkouts which lead to a line in the 8am hour allotted only “Plus” members who paid extra for the privilege. She came back after almost two hours incensed. So I guess it won’t be hard to convince her to abandon it entirely if they continue to try to improve profitability by a partial percent at our expense.

But that’s neither here nor there. The purpose of this post is to dwell upon the copy on the side of one of the empty cases that she grabbed to carry things.

10 Seconds is all it takes to kill 99.9% of Bacteria15

The books I’ve been reading lately with notes favor end notes, and it’s more common it seems to use stars and daggers for footnotes when they’re on the bottom of the page, but the rest of the box has no notes whatsoever, not fourteen preceding the fifteenth and nothing marked 15.

I mean, how did it get there? Did some junior graphic designer just swipe and paste it from the packaging which might have footnotes? Or from a document with the claims which had footnotes?

The minor things that vex me in a minor way.

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Movie Report: Crossfire Trail (2001)

Book coverAfter watching the later Monte Walsh (from 2005), I picked this film from the Tom Selleck boxed set I bought in June because I have already seen Last Stand at Saber River–I already have it around here somewhere on DVD, which I’ll have to find and donate somewhere once I re-watch it to get the whole box set off of the video cabinet.

This is Louis L’Amour’s Crossfire Trail, so it’s based on a L’Amour book. In 2001, presumably that meant something on a movie. Probably not so much any more.

In it, a dying man on a ship asks Tom Selleck, playing Rafe Covington, to take care of his family and ranch. When the dying man finishes dying, Covington beats the captain of the ship, and he and two other shipmates leave the ship on the California coast with their wages, a packet from the dead man, and not the money they could have stolen from the captain while he was incapacitated. They part ways as the Irishman wants to go to Montana to work in the gold mines, and the youngster and Covington ride to the Wyoming ranch of the dead man. They visit the ranch and find that the widow has moved to town, so they set about restoring it. Covington town and earn the ire of a local badman who claims to have witnessed the dead man dying a year before in a Sioux attack–and Covington calls him a liar. A former ranch hand, played by Wilford Brimley, accompanies Covington back to the ranch, but before they get there, they help a Sioux woman, the daughter of Chief Red Cloud, who is fleeing from a trio of bad men who kidnapped her.

So the main conflicts are not only with the bad men, but also the local businessman, played by Mark Harmon, who wants the ranch and its 40,000 acres and petroleum as well as the widow (played by Virginia Madsen–I guess I can’t call watching this part of a Virginia Madsen kick as I last saw her in Sideways and Highlander 2: The Quickening two years ago). Covington is attracted to the widow as well, and she comes to appreciate him as well before the bang-bang shootout finish.

To be honest, I liked this film better than Monte Walsh because the central conflicts arose early instead of just some scenes of cowboying and some conflict arising in the second half.

As far as Brandman/Selleckverse, we have Barry Corbin in this film as well. Although Robert B. Parker does not have a writing credit, his son Daniel has a small role in it. And, to be honest, the big baddie Beau Dorn was played by Brad Johnson, whom I mistook for William Eads, the big baddie from Monte Walsh. They looked close enough dressed in black and in shadow that I thought this was a Lee Van Cleef situation, where the same actor played two different characters (in For a Few Dollars More and The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly). But no.

So I have one left from the boxed set, and I’ll get to it soon, undoubtedly. And I’ll probably be mindful from here on out (meaning the Nixa book sale in August, which will feature racks of DVDs) to extend my Selleck collection. A boxed set of Blue Bloods? Maybe if it’s season one, although it would take me a while to get through it.

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Why Take Chances?

Beloved Long Island surgeon known for ‘serenading patients’ collapses and dies after triathlon: ‘All around great guy’

The Republic Tiger Tri is next weekend, but I won’t be doing it this year. My multisport training has been…. Well, what’s less than sporadic? Non-existent? I ran on the treadmill and rode a spin bike for a bit to prepare for the YMCA’s indoor triathlon this spring, but not much since even though my beautiful wife told the owner of the local Fleet Feet running shoe store she would do the Tiger Tri this year. Circumstances, though, which include a bounty of contracts for us, have limited our training time, so, maybe next year.

Or maybe not if they can kill you.

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Movie Report: Monte Walsh (2005)

Book coverSo I bought a three-pack boxed set of Tom Sellect television movie westerns at the Lutherans for Life garage sale in June, and apparently I have decided to wade into them now as I’m three hundred pages into Shōgun and am through five discs of The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr.. Because I’m all about living in the past, donchaknow?

At any rate, this was the leftmost in the box set, so I started here. Tom Selleck plays Monte Walsh, a cowboy when the frontier was closing. After a hard winter, most of the ranches in their corner of the West are out of business, and a large corporation is buying them out which creates hard times for cowboys. Some catch on with a corporate outfit, but when later cuts come, one of the crew turn to a life of crime including killing a colleague, leading Monte Walsh to have to track him down whilst thinking about what he will do when he, too, is let go. Maybe settle down with a saloon girls he’s sweet on? Nah, she dies. A lot of them die. It’s actually a pretty dark movie in terms of body count (it’s a remake of a 1970 Lee Marvin movie, which was undoubtedly true to its dark story). An unnecessary epilogue has Walsh returning to town and seeing that it has changed, and the colleagues who remain in town see that he has not.

To be honest, it’s more of a slice of cowboy life of the period; bits include roping, riding, and dealing with a cook who smells terribly–the cowboys forcibly bathe him–, breaking a bronco, getting insight into the life available as part of a wild west show, and so on. The actual gunplay and whatnot seems a bit tacked on at the end, as though it was not really the film that they wanted to make.

The film is a Michael Brandman production, and Robert B. Parker gets a partial writing credit on it. So it features what I might start calling the Selleckverse, or maybe Brandmanverse. William Devane is in it (he’s also in Thin Ice) as is William Sanderson (Daryl from Newhart all those many years ago–he’s been in so very much before and since, but he’ll always be Daryl to me).

It’s a serviceable film which I enjoyed more than Open Range–which I haven’t reported on because I have yet to complete watching it. Maybe its nature as a television movie limited the ponderous self-indulgence that bigger screen Western pictures seem to have. Also, I could watch Tom Selleck in anything (I did watch Her Alibi, after all, and I did see Three Men and a Baby over and over again because it was on Showtime in my trailer park days). He has and still does portray heroes one can try to emulate.

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