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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More than a 5K Away

I have gotten onto some odd email lists somehow (presumably by applying for jobs that are really just data collection tools for spammers and fraudsters).

This one, though, goes to my Hotmail address (28 years old and still humming although Microsoft might be making it harder if not impossible to use) all of a sudden: Realtime crime reports in, what, Utica, New York?

I’m almost afraid to learn why something thinks I live in Utica, New York. I probably have multiple properties which I’ve optimistically valued for bank loans or something and am subject to the full sanction of New York law.

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Movie Report: RED (2010)

Book coverStrangely enough, this film came out within months of The Expendables (the original) in 2010, and it spawned a sequel as well. So it’s easy to compare and contrast them: Both assemble superteams of Boomer action(ish) actors showing that they still have it. This film, though, features Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, John Malkovich, and Helen Mirren as the good guys and Richard Dreyfuss as the bad guy. So these are more serious actors than you get in the Expendables films, but to the same result.

Also, let it be noted that fifteen years later, we still have Boomers as action heroes because the Generation X actors are too pretty, and, c’mon, man, Shia Le Beouf? You want to make an actor with that name into an action hero we can aspire to be? Shia? Le Beouf?

Bruce Willis plays Frank Moses, who lives a lonely life whose only outlet is tearing up government checks and then calling the help line, where he talks to Sarah Ross (no relation to Barney Ross–or is there?), an analyst who helps him but who has gotten to talk to Frank about other things as well. When a black ops hit team tries to take out Frank, he takes them out instead and heads to Kansas City, Missouri, to protect Sarah, whom Frank knows will be in danger. But she’s a little reluctant, so he kidnaps her and takes her to New Orleans where he can get some information from a colleague, Joe, who’s in a nursing home (Freeman). Joe finds that a reporter in New York was working on a story was recently killed, but she had a list of CIA agents working on a mission in Guatemala in 1981…. So Frank gathers his friends, including a former Soviet agent and a British sniper, and they find a plot that goes all the way to the vice president who wants to be the president–if he can get clean from his past.

So it’s got some set pieces, some reverses, nice flourishes. Definitely a touch headier than The Expendables and its sequels. Willis was still Willis in the film. Amusing, and I’ll have to keep an eye out for the second in the series.

The film had Mary-Louise Parker as Sarah, the younger woman who flirted with Frank over the phone and then came to like-like him.

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Another Skeptic Speaks

Springfield’s forgotten palace: A cautionary tale for today’s convention center dream:

Springfield’s current push to build a modern convention center complex echoes a similar campaign that began 120 years ago and resulted in an impressive, innovative facility.

However, today’s promoters should hope that history doesn’t completely repeat itself, because that early 20th-century convention center was financially troubled and only lasted a couple of decades.

The earlier idea to build a huge auditorium and exhibition space was prompted in part by rivalry with neighboring Joplin, which in 1900 had a slightly greater population than Springfield — 26,000 vs 23,000. By 1905, the two cities were neck-and-neck in size, and Springfield businessmen and politicians began dreaming aloud about what they termed a “convention hall” that would focus attention on Springfield and draw regional and even national organizations to gather here.

Spoiler alert: It will be even boondogglier today, because in decades’ of existence, it will require additional millions in updates.

I just posted my skepticism last week.

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Sunday Morning Blog Readings Lead To Wishlisting

Unfortunately, we’re in the dead of summer, so no one is thinking what to get me for Christmas, my birthday, the anniversary, or Father’s Day. I’d put them on my Amazon Wishlist, but nobody in my family thinks of that. Oh, well. I can mark them here so when I’m motoring through my archives five years hence, I’ll remember them.

Meanwhile, my beautiful wife has a birthday coming up, and I’m not sure I have anything for her. Maybe I do. I should check the closet, and I should get out of the house and find more for her. And get onto my Christmas shopping.

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I’d Just Wondered Where They Went

On of the vacation days in May which we spent at home instead of the resort we’d booked, we went to a couple of game and card stores to make up to our youngest, the Pokémon speculator, for the fact that we didn’t go to any such in Branson. So we hit a few, and when we went to Meta Games up on Sunshine, I saw a big display for Pathfinder, but not much else.

I started to tell my beautiful wife that White Wolf Games were really big in the 1990s, but you hardly hear about them any more.

This weekend, Lake of Lerna started a series on the history of White Wolf Games which apparently are still, sort of, a thing.

Two things:

  • It turns out the RPG section of Meta Games was on a wall we passed on our way out, not our way in, and it does indeed have some White Wolf Games.
  • I’m not just turning into a referrer for Yakubian Ape’s Substack, but I do find his deep-dives into Millenial and Gen-Z culture interesting.

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When Substacks Inform Brian J.’s Talking To Himself

First of all, I would like to apologize for all the LLM hallucinations for which I am solely responsible which are based on the unauthorized recordings made by devices around me that “accidentally” leave their microphones open, willing to risk the multi-million dollar fine for a couple of random syllables which might represent a coherent thought but really just capture the utterances I make to myself throughout the day. So for every legal brief which has “the parties of the first part know the difference between Akkadians, Arcadians, and Acadians–now, how can I turn this to my advantage?” or medical diagnoses which end in chicken noises (“BOK BOK BOK”) because they came out of my mouth after something else tokenized as probably precursors, well…. It was not my fault.

But I digress.

This morning, whilst dusting, I said, “Slither. Hither. Spook!”

Which makes as much sense as anything else I say to myself, but really it’s based on the, er, comedy routine(?) of British comedian(?) Roy Jay which The Lake of Lerna shared to further clutter my rich interior life which sometimes leaks out of my vocal cords at seemingly random intervals.

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Movie Report: The Expendables 2 (2012) / The Expendables 3 (2014)

Book coverI bought this film in April at an estate sale. I’d watched the first one two years ago (already?) and thought it was a serviceable action film with just a hint of Albert Camus in it.

This film goes in a slightly different direction. After an intro small mission that saw Stallone’s team rescue a Chinese billionaire as well as Arnold Schwarzenneggar’s Trench who was there to rescue him first, a CIA operative named Church, played by Bruce Willis in a role where he might not have been all there already, tasks them with taking a computer whiz (Yu Nan or Nan Yu depending upon where she is credited) to recover a MacGuffin from a crashed plane. They get t the plane and extract the MacGuffin only to be ambushed by another group looking for it led by Jean-Claude Van Damme. Van Damme’s character, Vilain, kills the youngest member of the team, so the Expendables go on a hunt for the bad guys. The MacGuffin was a hard drive with the map showing where in an old Soviet mine the Soviets buried several tons of weapons-grade plutonium. Vilain and his criminal gang have been working local villagers to death in the mine to find it, and as they are about to make off with it, Barney Ross and company arrive to thwart them.

So the team includes Jason Statham, Terry Crews, Randy Couture, Dolph Lundgren, Liam Hemsworth (briefly), and Jet Li (in spots). But some of the meta-fun in it is the appearance of other action stars (when the Expendables are pinned down by the criminal gang, including a tank, a deus ex Chuck Norris takes out the tank and the bad guys before walking out of the smoke, delivering a Chuck Norris fact, and then disappearing around the corner because he works alone). The characters call back to other movies and exchange each others’ tag lines from those movies. So it’s amusing for the memberberries, but pretty much a direct-to-cable plot otherwise.

It did, feature Yu Nan. Or Nan Yu. But we’ll get to that later.

Book coverThe third film came out two years later (four years after the first). I mention this in passing because two other Expendables films came out after 2023, which is another ten years on the stars ages. As they were streamed. I guess they might have gotten home media release, but they’re probably not out there in vast quantities for me to stumble upon for a dollar. Or who knows? I picked this up in May after picking up the second in April. So perhaps I’ll find the later films at my next garage sale.

This film begins with the rescue of a former member of the Expendables, played by Wesley Snipes, who has been held in a dictator’s prison for eight years. Instead of taking him home, they go to Africa to prevent a shipment of weapons from reaching a warlord. They discover that the arms dealer behind the deal is a guy named Stonebanks who was supposed to be dead–by Barney Ross’s hands. So their new CIA handler, played by Harrison Ford, directs them to find him. Ross (Stallone) basically fires his current team and recruits, with Kelsey Grammer’s help, a new team comprised of Ronda Rousey and some other guys who will look kinda familiar if you’ve seen recent action movies (I haven’t, much). The new team gets captured, and Ross is going to go it alone to rescue them when his old team and one of the fellows he didn’t recruit for the new team, a comic relief motormouth played by Antonio Banderas, join him. Which leads them to a former Soviet base in some -istan where the whole -istan army is waiting for them.

Again, a different turn, a bit of a direct-to-cable (or direct-to-streaming these days) plot with lots of callbacks (When asked why he was in the dictator’s prison, Wesley Snipes’ character says, “Tax evasion.” As we all remember, Snipes did two years and change on an income tax charge.) and meta humor. I guess some people were disappointed that they dialed the gore down a little to get a PG-13 rating, but it is what it is. An amusing passage of time.

But you’ve really only read this far for the actress, ainna?
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The Racket Moves Into Springfield

Ah, gentle reader. If you’ve been here a while, you know I spit frown upon the convention center arms race racket, where “consultants” come up with projections about how, if only municipalities spent millions of dollars now (and every few years from now), a Periclean golden age would befall their cities. Or, at least, consultants would be paid and municipal managers/elected officials could fail upwards.

Seriously. search the blog and see how I feel.

Welp, it’s that time again New Springfield convention and event center could be ‘community icon’ after study released

Which includes this made up number:

The President and CEO of Visit Springfield shared the findings of the Hunden report with members of the council. It showed Springfield is losing out on more than $125,114 a day by not having an event center with at least 125,000 square feet of space.

Another made-up number:

The study said that over 30 years, it is projected to generate $1.3 billion and a tax revenue of $68.7 million.

Because those of us not in the industry who are over ten years old know that should this thing be built for $175 million dollars, it will require updates and expansion every decade or so “to keep it competitive.”

I’m not sure whether the city ever coughed up the $40 million dollars that the consultants wanted for the existing expo center twelve years ago.

But I do know that $175 million is a hell of a lot to spend for a cavernous empty building that will be underused.

I mean, I have been to some conventions and conferences recently, and the buildings are very pretty, but the conferences and conventions I’ve gone to do not fill them up. Maybe if those cities spent $200 million. As their consultants will surely recommend.

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Book Report: Tales from the Green Bay Packers Sideline by Chuck Carlson (2011) / Green Bay Packers Stadium Stories by Gary D’Amato (2004)

Book coverI bought these books at the end of June, and I guess I could not wait to delve into them. It helps that I have an omnibus edition of the C.S. Lewis Space trilogy and, although I have finished Out of the Silent Planet, I’m less than enthusiastic about the second. So I picked up these two books to tide me over until my enthusiasm returns. Or to tide me over until I pick up another book in the middle of the Space Trilogy.

This book is more of an oral history-style book, with short, couple-paragraph anecdotes chained together. Because it relies on this oral history feel and interviews with then-contemporary Packers employees and players, it nods a bit to the Packers early years but then gets a little more detailed in the 1980s and 1990s.

It does have Aaron Rodgers on the front cover, fresh from the Super Bowl victory (the cover says so), but the actual stories don’t advance much beyond the “Will Favre retire this year?” speculation that really held us fans hostage in the latter part of the George W. Bush administration and the beginning of the McCain (who thought that candidacy was a good idea?) Obama administration.


Book coverThe second of the two books, the first to be published, is more interesting, actually. Because instead of a stream of out-of-timeline-order memories, we have a number of essays that go into some detail. The first two are about the fans and about the stadium (expanded in that year with the help of a sales tax, and both books are in favor of it). Then we get essays about Fuzzy Thurston, the longtime Packers photographer (Vernon Biever, not Fuzzy Thurston), a couple of early role players who got together and talked about their time with the Packers and being fans, a kicker who went off the rails but turned his life around, a redemption for Tony Mandarich, and then an essay about LeRoy Butler, the longtime safety who did the first Lambeau Leap (and who still does Packers commentary).


Both were pretty quick reads, engaging, and kind of made me excited for the season that’s starting. But we’ll see if sports betting impacts the league as much as I fear it will.

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See Also

My gosh, it has been ten years since the last time I had a poem published (“Canny” in There Will Be War Volume X circa 2015).

I would say I’ve resumed writing them in earnest, but apparently in earnest means a couple a year in the last five six years (apparently, I completed a long-delayed poem in 2019).

I’ve completed, what, a dozen since then? Not a prodigious output, but for the most part I’m happy with the quality of the content. I’ve had them in rotation submitting them to various places since then, now with the ability to submit four or five poems to several places simultaneously. Which is good: The turnaround time (time to rejection) sometimes runs to eight months, which means any poem I write, I can submit to a new market maybe three times every two years. You know, when I was one-and-twenty, I was writing a bunch and submitting a bunch, but now that I’m writing slower, it’s getting a bit daunting that I might run out of time before amassing a great number of credits.

At any rate, I’m posting this because two of my poems appeared on Green Hills Literary Lantern XXXVI. I say on instead of in because the Truman State (formerly Northeast Missouri State or simply “Kirksville” until, what, 1996? That long ago?) literary journal has been online-only since 2005. But it’s a university publication, with real professors liking my poetry and everything.

At this pace, I’ll have enough for another chapbook in another decade or so. I can’t wait.

Actually, that’s not entirely true. I’ve been writing a little faster here lately. A little success has gone to my head, to my heart, and to my hand.

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Book Report: 199 Things To Do With A Politician by David Schafer, Andre Perl, and Mike Jackson (1993)

Book coverWow, the past was a different country. Especially this genre of humor.

As I said when I bought this book last month, this book is akin to 101 Uses For A Dead Cat. I mean, a direct inspiration. Both are single panel comics with a simple caption of what the use is. In this book, the captions are in alphabetical order from “10 Pin Bowling” (politicians’ heads as the pins) to “Wood chips” (politicians run through a wood chipper). The final panel is a gag that says there are really only 166 cartoons, but what do you expect except lies when dealing with politicians.

Definitely reminiscient of the underground comics photocopied and photocopied and passed around to tack or tape to workplace walls. I’m pretty sure I still have a collection of the things my mother retained from the era. This book, from 1993, was about the end of it. Soon after, Dilbert and the Internet made passing around memes a whole lot simpler. I’m not saying our modern humor or memes are funnier than what you find in these books, but it’s hard to do worse.

You know what it made me long for, though? When I was in elementary school, the funniest thing going was A Comic Book of Sports by Arnold Roth. When someone got this from the book order, we’d all crowd around it. Eventually, I got my own copy which is sadly lost in the intervening decades–and probably shortly after I thought it was the height of humor. Ah, well. Better than this book, surely.

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Is That All He Does?

The article mentions, briefly, his role in Tibetan Buddhism, but only in passing.

I imagine it’s akin to calling the Pope the world’s foremost White Sox fan. Kinda missing the point.

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