The St. Louis Cardinals’ ninth inning pitcher, commonly called the closer, bears the name Isringhausen and the nickname “Izzy.”
I so move that the nickname be revised hereby to “Izzy Or Izzn’ty.”
Thank you, that is all.
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
The St. Louis Cardinals’ ninth inning pitcher, commonly called the closer, bears the name Isringhausen and the nickname “Izzy.”
I so move that the nickname be revised hereby to “Izzy Or Izzn’ty.”
Thank you, that is all.
Once, when I was young, a young lady to whom I was rather attracted told me I looked sinister. I took it as a compliment.
Explains a bit about how well I got on with the young ladies.
Another blog supports the thesis from my Suburban Journals column from yesterday: Some Things Are Still Cheap:
Once in a while at work I am taken aback at how cheap some things are. I find myself on occasion wondering how a certain item could be made in China, shipped over here, marked up, then marked up by me and still cost what is a relative pittance.
I have always been amazed at how cheaply you could eat if you needed to. I am not talking about USDA prime cuts here. If you were down and totally out and needed to resort to cheap food just to sustain, you can get by on just a few bucks a day. Mac and cheese is .59. A loaf of bread is still under a buck. Fruit and veggies are still relatively cheap compared to other foods.
(Link seen on Instapundit.)
The St. Louis County Council has voted along party lines to continue to compel residents in unincorporated areas to use a designated trash hauler with a new designated minimum level of service (once a week recycling pickup now mandatory). A councilman wanted to repeal the compulsion, but wiser totalitarians prevailed:
The St. Louis County Council on Tuesday rejected a measure to scrap a controversial plan to divide unincorporated areas into trash collection districts that would each be served by one waste hauler.
The vote at the council’s regular meeting followed two hours of fervent public comments at a special hearing Tuesday afternoon. In their arguments before the council, numerous county residents raised such diverse points as the need to preserve the free market economy and worries about the durability of asphalt.
The bill, proposed by Councilman John Campisi, R-south St. Louis County, would have removed the county’s authority to establish the trash districts. The contract for waste hauling in each district is to be awarded to the lowest bidder.
Campisi said that the districts were unpopular with his constituents and that he feared they would put small haulers out of business.
His bill failed 4-3 on a party line vote, with Democratic council members Kathleen Burkett, Hazel Erby, Barbara Fraser and Mike O’Mara voting against it and Republicans Greg Quinn and Colleen Wasinger joining Campisi in support of it.
You know, it used to be government made a set of commandments you shouldn’t break as laws. The thou shalt nots: Don’t murder anyone, don’t collect piles of disease- and rodent-bearing refuse on your property.
Then it became a bunch of laws designed to keep people out of circumstances where the citizens could possibly commit a thou shalt not: Thou shalt not have guns, thou shalt have weekly garbage pick up.
Now, it’s gone beyond that, removing even more choice by limiting the citizens’ behavior to well-conceived courses designated by the governments. The thou shalts: Thou shalt use Waste Management for your weekly mandatory garbage pickups and your weekly mandatory recycling garbage pickups. Thou shalt paint your house only in colors approved by the historical preservation committee. And so on.
Where does it end? It should have ended with the thou shalt nots; now, there’s no principle preventing the city and county councils from mandating any behavior for the good of the municipality.
The headline is “Turtle-napper pleads pleads guilty“, but the story indicates the animals were merely poached:
The third of three men charged in a illegal turtle-napping scheme pleaded guilty in St. Louis today to a federal felony charge.
Bobby Wayne Pyburn, 20, admitted that he and Erich Wayne Higgins, 33, had set up nets and illegally trapped dozens of turtles late last summer in Missouri’s bootheel and sold them to Kenneth Brandon Reese, 26, in Arkansas. All of the men are from Lake City, Ark., the U.S. Attorney’s office said.
What’s the difference?
-Napping tends to refer to either the illegal capture of people or, less formally, pets. However, by applying it to wild animals instead of the more precise term for the crime that already exists, the journalist and writer are elevating the wild turtles to the same legal status as humans or human possessions.
Think I’m making too much of this? Well, try this analogy on for size. Poaching:-Napping::Hunting::Murdering.
In both cases, the gerund for an act involving wildlife is replaced with a legal term dealing with crimes against men to elevate your outrage at the lesser charge by making it sound like violence against man.
Orwell would be proud.
I received this book as a Christmas gift. It provided a couple hours of browsing while watching baseball, as it’s that sort of book: a number of Top 10 lists about various and sundry subject grouped into categories like music and sports and leisure. Definitely a coffeetable/browsing sort of book, as there’s not much text besides the lists, the sources, and the occasional tidbit.
The first chapters on science and nature didn’t really hook me, as I really have little interest in the top animals by size or the most common or uncommon elements. Once we moved into to the entertainment sections, though, I could get through more of them in a sitting.
Probably not worth the amount it’s going for on Amazon, but it was a gift. If you’re looking for lists, you’re probably better off with The Book of Lists series, which offers more interesting lists with better commentary/detail on the list items.
Noggle on driveways today, but it still pales compared to the achievements of others.
UPDATE: The link is way stale, but here is the column:
I think the St. Louis Post-Dispatch got things in the wrong order here when it describes a citizen expressing his views to his leaders:
Ignoring lobbying from a major Republican campaign donor, the House voted overwhelmingly Monday to grant the largest tax break ever in Missouri to a Canadian firm.
With little debate, legislators approved a package aimed at luring Montreal-based Bombardier Aerospace to build a $375 million plant near Kansas City International Airport.
The bipartisan vote was 125-16. The bill now moves to the Senate.
Bombardier could draw up to $40 million a year for 22 years, as could other “mega-projects” that invest at least $300 million and employ 1,000 people at above-average wages.
Critics, led by multimillionaire Rex Sinquefield of St. Louis, have questioned whether the state would get its money back. His free-market think tank, the Show-Me Institute, recommends the state give tax breaks to everyone instead of picking projects to promote.
The paper uses lobbying as a negatively laden code word these days which means “sought government attention.” The fact that he often gives to Republicans is also a code that he’s a fat cat. In short, the Post-Dispatch tries to marginalize the person’s views, which are that the state shouldn’t engage in crony capitalism and give breaks to its friends or to projects its legislators like.
A good principle, but not one to even consider when it comes from a wealthy Republican lobbyist.
A tax scheduled to end? Stop!
Milwaukee Mayor Tom Barrett and two local law enforcement officials want telephone users to help pay for police, firefighters and paramedics through their phone bills.
Barrett, Milwaukee County District Attorney John Chisholm and Police Chief Edward Flynn are asking Gov. Jim Doyle and the Legislature to give municipalities control over the 911 telephone surcharge that is supposed to expire Nov. 30. They’re hoping to add that provision to the budget-repair bill now under consideration.
Even better, the mayor wants to expand the tax:
The surcharge on cellular telephone users was created in 2005 to cover the costs of technology to pinpoint the locations of cell phones during calls to the 911 emergency number. Montgomery said that technology has saved at least 15 lives statewide.
The fee started at 83 cents a month, rose to 92 cents in 2006 and then dropped this year to 43 cents.
But before the fee expires, Barrett wants lawmakers to authorize municipal governments to retain the surcharge and expand it to cover all telephones, including land lines provided by both telephone and cable companies. Milwaukee would be able to boost its charge to a maximum of $1 a month in 2009 and $1.50 a month in future years.[Emphasis added]
In the sidebar, the mayor as quoted as saying, “Gun crime is expensive, and fighting crime is expensive.” Gee, mayor, how about some prioritization? Pick either gun crime or fighting crime then, instead of making taxpayers of your (formerly) fair city pay for everything you can dream of in your power-mad dreams?
The piece in bizjournals.com is entitled Yeah, it’s tax deadline, but government isn’t all bad, but I think I’ve summed up the point with my headline. Author asserts:
Sorry to disappoint all you tax-and-spend bashers out there. This won’t be another article bemoaning profligate government spending and the ill effects of our tax system on American businesses, jobs, consumers and bank accounts.
As worthy a cause as that is, it’s really too easy – shooting the proverbial fish in a barrel. I need a more challenging task.
How about all the benefits our government bestows on us when it spends all that tax money?
Yeah, that’s the ticket – science fiction.
Let’s see.
Wait. Give me a minute. I’ll think of something.
Now, I’ve got it!
Technology.
We live in a society and economy that requires constant technological advances. Whatever your views on government, one is forced to admit the fact that government is responsible for funding basic research.
Well, the author certainly killed a number of words in his minimum with that transition, didn’t he?
But from then on, it’s all about how government buys us Tang by taking from my poor elderly one-eyed neighbor and giving to universities sitting on fat endowments and defense companies awash in government contracts.
Spare me the huzzahs.
I hoped the book would be a good idea book for historical essays. However, the “But True” part was overstated. Maybe it would be a good book for fiction, particularly science fiction and fantasy, ideas instead.
I guess I should have guessed by page 43, in a piece about Springheeled Jack, where the sentence “But one theory that does fit the facts is the alien hypothesis.” appears. Prior to that, we’ve got some interesting historical anecdotes which might provide fodder for historical research and some “Hmmmmm” essays, but this piece on the English folklore tips the author’s hand: he’s ready to accept the Fortean and the Fate magazinean as “true”.
Well, that’s not what I was looking for in this book. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve read many of the anthologies of the mysteries of the unexplained (Reader’s Digest, of course), but I was hoping for something more, um, proveable from this book. Not (from p311-312, in the chapter “The Green Children” which doesn’t provide much more data than the Reader’s Digest book and lacks the black and white reimaginative photo) “The only credible explanations seem to point to extraterrestrial life or a parallel world.” Not (from p370, the chapter “Doppelgangers”, which comes after the chapter “Vampires” and the chapter about the intelligent life on the moon) “Until scientists can open their minds to the reality of the doppelganger, societies will continue to live in fear of this phenomenon.”
Some of the things prove interesting food for thought and speculation (Was Edgar Allan Poe a murderer? Who was Prester John? What about that song by Reszo Seress?), but ultimately I was a tad disappointed that the material skewed speculative fiction instead of speculative historical fact.
I don’t know how much more I can explain that. I did, however, read the book. Whether fiction comes of it or not remains to be seen.
The new Missouri license plates contain a grammatical error. Who cares? Well, some of us, but not the officials in charge.
The problem?
The plate, featuring a bluebird perched on a hawthorn branch, was the landslide winner of an Internet vote last year among three plate designs. During the competition, the words “Show Me State” ran vertically along the right side of the plate. Vertically, there was no graceful spot for the hyphen.
Later, the state found that the vertical placement caused production problems, so the slogan was moved to a horizontal position near the top of the plate.
Because the words “show” and “me” form a compound modifier for the word “state,” they should be joined by a hyphen.
Official response:
David Griffith, spokesman at the Missouri Department of Revenue, said the state doesn’t consider the lack of punctuation a fatal flaw and won’t be replacing the plates. “We’re too far down the line,” he said.
Makes me glad my children won’t participate in an educational system run by a government where mistakes too far down the line won’t be corrected.
Compulsion for corporations? Sign her up!
Missouri residents could get the chance to force some of the state’s biggest utilities to sell more renewable energy.
A group called Renew Missouri is trying to collect 150,000 signatures to get a November ballot initiative that would ask voters to decide whether the state should have a mandatory renewable energy standard.
Hey, we can force utilities to enact policies to make electricity more expensive! What’s not to like?
Don’t we have a legislature to handle these things?
Since 2000, legislative attempts to establish mandatory renewable energy standards have faced utility opposition and failed.
That’s a nice sentence, Brody. I notice you’ve stopped stuttering.
It would appear that reality diverges from this journalist’s wildest yearnings:
Last year, however, Gov. Matt Blunt signed into law the Green Power Initiative, which creates a goal of 4 percent renewable energy use in 2012 and 11 percent by 2020.
Several utilities also offer their customers the chance to buy renewable energy. For example, AmerenUE sells renewable energy through its Pure Power program, which was rolled out last year.
But let’s cut to the compulsion, shall we?
But supporters of a ballot initiative say voluntary goals and programs are not enough.
It never is. Not until the ruled live in hovels and are no longer a threat to their betters, who are the animals who will be more equal (that is, not subject to rolling brownouts) than others.
After yesterday’s book fairs, today we stuck to yard sales around Old Trees. It was a grey, rainy day, so many of the yard sales in the paper were rolled up before we arrived. Others had wet stock, which sucks for books. However, one in the area had an indoor room with books going at 2 bags for $1. It was an enclosed porch, not laid out for good book browsing, and one fat guy spent twenty minutes in the middle of the spread blocking everyone else’s access while he filled two dry cleaner sized bags so he could get just the books he wanted for only $1. One other fellow had his bag break while he waited, so he stomped out in disgust.
We waited patiently, though, even dissuading the toddler from taking a piece of trim with exposed nails to the prominent, semi-bared backside of the fat man. We managed patience, though, for a handful of books we stuffed into a bag. They charged us a whole dollar for it, too, but we just wanted to get out of the sale without inflicting casualties.
Sometimes, an experience like that sets a poor tone for the day, and this seemed to prove true today. Not a lot of fun to be had, but some books to acquire. These:

Additionally, I bought a Dwight Yoakum CD and an Andrews Sisters audiocassette. The boy and the wife got a couple things, too, but I retain my title of champion accumulator.
Total books acquired: 9. Total spent: Under $10.
Uh oh, it’s the annual Kirkwood Friends of the Library Book Fair. I hit the Automated Teller Machine Machine, entered my Personal Identification Number Number, and got out a pile of money, and oddly enough, it was just enough:

That’s $85 in books and $8 in audiocassettes; I bought most of the books, and my beautiful wife bought most of the cassettes, although our son apparently picked up two cassettes of his own while mommy was browsing and we bought them instead of wasting the time to put them back.
I got:
Whew, that’s quite a bit. Fortunately, our circumstances allowed us to go on a Friday. We spent a bit more than an hour before our toddler alarm went off, but that’s about as many books as I could carry anyhow.
Fortunately, though, there was a smaller book fair that evening at church, so I got a chance to spend the last of the hundred bucks I’d gotten at the ATM machine after entering my PIN number and whatnot. A smaller haul, to be sure:

I got:
The boys made out like bandits, though.
Fortunately, the ATM machine was still there on Saturday morning for our weekend (proper) book hunting.
Total books acquired: 37 (and 2 literary magazines). Total spent (for family): $103.
Even more fortunately, these dangerous book fairs only come once a year, and only 3 or 4 are that tempting.
This is a short Perry Mason book (171 pages, but the short chapters make it seem like less). When a woman is framed for carrying narcotics, Perry Mason proves her innocence, but it turns out that the charge was part of a greater plot to discredit her as a witness for a will of a wealthy woman. When the wealthy woman’s recent bouts of stomach illness prove to be arsenic exposure, Mason semi-investigates but has to find out the real story when his client is charged with her murder.
It’s a Perry Mason novel. Quick, pulpy, and not dated much. I cannot get enough of them, and someday I hope to own the complete set in Walter Black editions.
I have the movie tie-in edition for this book, so it has Arnold Schwarzenegger on the cover and movie photos inside. The novel, however, is not the movie. As I do a number of these books upon which movies were based, I’m discovering vast differences in the books, and at least between this one and First Blood, I’m ultimately disappointed in the book.
In this book, Richards is married and has a kid and he goes to the network to participate in the Running Man game show to get some money to support them. Instead of a confined area with comic book villains, the contestant tries to hide out in the open United States with law enforcement trying to find him and citizens looking for him for bonus money. I don’t think that would have been good movie material, so I can see why the movie changed it a bit.
Still, I enjoyed it a bit until we came to a sudden absurdity and the final climax which was ultimately dissatisfying. We end up with the offer from the movie, where Richards can be one of the network people, but ultimately he exacts suicidal revenge upon the network.
It’s definitely not a Stephen King book, so you should expect a different writing style. It’s not bad for a pulp paperback, but a little unsatisfying, as I mentioned. I liked the movie better. Of course, I was kind of hot for Maria Conchita Alonso, so that last goes without saying.
Well, this book certainly wasn’t steeped in the hard science fiction that is hard to read, nor the bureacratic science caper that would thrill readers of Bob Woodward’s books about the presidencies, although it does feint in this direction by making the main character an ambassador and a diplomatic negotiator who’s made governor of Mars in a tough spot. After establishing the colonies off world, Earth has become dependent upon them for food and for resources. A strike and violence threaten that, so as punishment for siding against a career politician in adjucating a corpor/national plot to annex part of Australia, the negotiator finds himself sent to Mars not only to solve the problem, but to find out who wants him dead enough to invade his home and kill some of his employees and his dog.
It could have been boring, I suppose, but it’s space opera. The bureaucrat picks up a gun and investigates, gets into scrapes on the fourth planet, and ultimately comes to a successful resolution. The ending is very abrupt, though, and it’s clear that either Shat or his ghostwriter had watched Total Recall, but it’s a fun enough book with semi-Libertarian demirants against The Man.
Well, that’s interesting. Given how this book ends, they must have done a Morrell on the story to get a whole television series out of it.
If you’re not aware of the plot, it involves a psychic from Maine and a politician from New Hampshire who might become President with disastrous results. Actually, it’s more of a character study of the psychic from Maine who awakens from a coma with the ability to recognize the future and the present and the past from a touch of a person or an object. He solves a serial killer case and then encounters the politician, but given that the main story bit comes late into the book, the ending ultimately seems a little rushed and the story goes from the first person limited omniscient narrator to a series of letters and then back to action. That cheapens it a bit.
The book runs only 350 or so pages, which is very short compared to King’s later work. Later works which sometimes seem to drag, but are not often rushed.
The book also contains a number of noteworth allusions: One to Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct stories, where Cotton Hawes has his white streak of hair from a knifing; one to the novel Carrie, written by King himself; and unfortunately, one to the Dirty Harry movies, but Harry’s gun is misidentified as a .357 Magnum. Very contemporaneous to the time in which the book appeared.
A pretty good book in King’s line.
Tam K takes on the Stanley vs. Craftsman war, or something equally superfluous.