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Saturday, November 27, 1999

PRECIS
An unusually interesting New Yorker of 11/15/99 included several articles worth a read. In the Comment by Rebecca Mead in The Talk of the Town section, primatologist Sarah Blaffer Hrdy - author of
Mother Nature: A History of Mothers, Infants and Natural Selection - on the alpha male meme being largely a projection of the hopes and wishes of the mostly elite male early evolutionary biologists: "The male hope is that there is one 'best male.' And, of course, in the back of his mind, there is always the fantasy `It's me.'" Recent DNA evidence shows that female apes copulate with more partners than the dominant male, with speculation leaning towards this being a way to blur the offspring's paternity and discourage any of the males from harming it. Hdry uses kin-selection theory to choose a grandmother of post-reproductive age with many grandchildren as an ideal human leader. The grandchildren would be scattered across the country in secret locations, causing grambs "to take into account the effects of her actions on everyone".

Another Talk item has Hendrik Hertzberg calling several famous journalists to quiz them about the leaders of various countries and, just to be a proper wiseass, several names of reasonably famous people of past and present who sound like they might be heads of state. The clear winner was Jim Hoagland, the foreign affairs columnist for the Washington Post, with Christopher Hitchens doing fairly well and William F. Buckley being an overly erudite smartass.

In "The Family That Disappeared," Noga Tarnopolsky writes about his cousin Daniel winning a lawsuit against those responsible for his family's disappearance in Argentina in July 1976. His father, mother, sister, brother and sister-in-law were among an estimated 30,000 "disappeared" from 1976 to 1983 by the military junta that took over from the Perons, promising economic recovery and social stability. After seven years of utter failure capped by defeat at the hands of Britain in the Falklands War, Raul Alfonsin was legally elected President in 1983. The legal government started putting its own military on trial in 1985, convicting many of horrible crimes until another military coup was attempted in 1987, the year Daniel first filed his lawsuit. Many compromises were made with the military over the next several years to avoid another coup, with all those previously convicted eventually being freed. Daniel's lawsuit survived and a federal judge ruled in his favor in late 1994, awarding him a million dollars. Government appeals dragged things out until a settlement was reached on August 31 of this year. It won't bring them back, but given that much of the award has to be paid by specific people deemed responsible, it's better than no punishment at all.

A funny short riff by Steve Martin playing off the controversy surrounding the Edmund Morris "Dutch" bio. Interesting fluff piece profile on Ming Tsai, Food Network superstar chef with a background in Chinese and French cooking (and a killer squash game).

In "The Secret War in Starr's Office," Jeffrey Toobin reveals how greed and sheer jackassery caused that group to blow their only real chance of nailing the object of their obsessions. William Ginsburg, Lewinsky's first attorney, was genuinely furious at Clinton and wanted to make a deal exchanging her testimony for immunity. After many negotations during which Starr's minions managed to shift Ginsburg's anger from Clinton to them by threatening Lewinsky's doctor father with an IRS audit, a compromise was reached wherein Lewinsky would supply several pages of written testimony about her relationship with Clinton. A deal was struck with two of Starr's lieutenants, who faxed a formal immunity agreement to Ginsburg on Feb. 2, 1998. On a handwritten chart on which the prosecutors were rated for their toughness, the two who had made the deal were in the "Commie wimps" column as opposed to the manlier "Likud" column. Those in the latter column convinced Starr to veto the deal. It wasn't until six months later that a deal was made with Lewinsky's new attorneys, with the passage of time blunting most of the shock value Starr's office would have had on their side in February. They wanted Clinton too badly, they got greedy, and they blew it.

In "Woody's Dream," Douglas Preston relates a tale about the counterfeiting of Clovis points, i.e. weapons used by the Clovis people (who disappeared around 10,000 years ago) by a man who probably did it to see if he could rather than out of greed.

Finally, a review of an unpublished Edmund Wilson novel by John Updike, bringing together two of the premiere American belletrists of this century.
posted by Steven Baum 11/27/1999 05:40:34 PM | link

SITINGS
Having read Vance Packard's
The Hidden Persuaders many years ago and finding it mildly interesting (if fairly obvious in hindsight), my interest was piqued upon seeing the title The Return of the Hidden Persuaders on a four-part series by Ruth Shalit in Salon. Packard told the story of how the production of increasing numbers of products functionally identical to those already being sold required the development of new ways to distinguish pragmatically indistinguishable products from each other. The solution was to use psychological manipulation to create perceived differences based on the subconscious needs of the human psyche. Basically, the work of Freud and his successors was harnessed to sell soap.

The publication of Packard's book provoked much outrage including the usual denunciations in popular publications as well as the public admonishment by their peers of those psychiatric researchers who were using their tools of the trade to "root about in the consumer subconscious." Well, they're baaaaaaaaaack. And, given the effort put forth in the last decade or so to denounce Freudianism, Shalit points out the irony that while it is being "increasingly viewed as suspect in society at large, it has been worshipfully embraced by no-nonsense, jut-jawed captains of industry." One can't help but be amused at the image of some Fortune 500 CEO nodding intently while some shrink-for-hire tells him how "We tried psychographic memory triggers. We tried dream therapy. We tried what I'll call tangible manifestation therapy" in an effort to discover why the sales of Mr. Soapy declined 14% last quarter.

And there's even more irony given the origins of the interpretive tools being used to probe and manipulate the consumer psyche. The president of Semiotic Solutions, one of the most sought after companies, explains that:

"It's certainly true that my understanding of brands is essentially a Marxist understanding. It has angered some academics that this theory, which was originally presented as revealing the strategies behind advertising and marketing, is now being used in the service of advertising and marketing."

The old argument about whether or not it's good to manipulate people to sell soap is no longer even an issue to the current crop of persuaders. The president of Semiotic Solutions boldly offers that "...consumers are not independent spirits, articulating their own original opinions and making their own individual buying decisions." They "are constructed by the communications of [popular] culture ... They are not prime causes. They are cultural effects."

That sort of mindset should certainly give one reason to pause, whether or not there's any substance to it. Personal experience belies the supposed manipulative effect of advertising, though. On a recent trip to Austin, Bill and I spent over $600 on books, beer, CDs and food, and on the drive back we tried to figure out if any of our purchases had been specifically influenced by advertising (i.e. ads saying something other than "we've got a book or food or beer store here"). And even with clothing (walking shorts of unknown brand and t-shirts), transportation (small pickup truck with good service record and year-end sale price), and toiletries (whatever's on sale in bulk at Sam's) I can't dredge up any specific influences. ("Aha!" you exclaim, it's subconscious so you're not supposed to remember - but if it hasn't been advertised then where's the influence?)

This is certainly one of those debates best carried on (along with the other 20 or so topics that always come up) down at the local pub. That way, as the evening grows old, the point/counterpoint thing can proceed with fewer and fewer inhibitions getting in the way of possibly memorable quips, japes and gaffes (what we call "Costanza Moments") although, unfortunately, the memory fades hand in hand with the inhibitions. Just a bunch of fish swimming round the bowl.
posted by Steven Baum 11/27/1999 01:14:42 PM | link

Friday, November 26, 1999

MUSIC
Stephen Holden bemoans how the "pop [music] pendulum has swung toward rude, beat-driven street music" and asks the question "What then is an old fogey who still harbors a passion for pop music to do?" He answers this question in his 11/26/99 NYTimes piece "For the ears of adults" with a wide variety of recommendations for people over 40:
Ben Ratliff's album of the week is Evolution, by Modern Jazz Quartet founder John Lewis. By the way, I've never gone through a head-banging period so don't accuse me of giving in to the ravages of age. It ain't gonna happen, at least not until one of the knees goes completely.
posted by Steven Baum 11/26/1999 02:41:12 PM | link

POLITICS
So what's with all the news about the WTO, and what is it anyway? The
World Trade Organization is a group founded in 1994 to handle the global rules of trade between nations. It states its main function as "ensuring that trade flows as smoothly, predictably and freely as possible." The news involves the 3rd WTO Ministerial Conference taking place in Seattle from Nov. 30 through Dec. 3, as well as a goodly number of groups organizing protests during that conference. In WTO 101: Why you should care on AlterNet, Geov Parrish gives a good summary of the applicable history and contentious issues.

The WTO is the successor to GATT (General Agreements on Tariffs and Trade), first signed in 1947 and, along with the World Bank and International Monetary Fund, was one of the institutions originating with the Bretton Woods Agreements signed at a ski resort in New Hampshire on July 22, 1944. Bretton Woods was convened largely to plan for the post-WWII era, with its primary stated purpose being:

To assist in the reconstruction and development of territories of members by facilitating the investment of capital for productive purposes, including the restoration of economies destroyed or disrupted by war, the reconversion of productive facilities to peacetime needs and the encouragement of the development of productive facilities and resources in less developed countries.
After the damages of the war were repaired, attention was turned to the "less developed countries" mentioned in that last clause. Today the WTO is mostly concerned with those so-called Third World countries.

Under both GATT and WTO an economic model of development (or, according to some, exploitation) called neoliberalism has been implemented. The newer structure differs from the old in two significant and highly contentious ways:

  • "Free trade" agreements under WTO require the privatization of most, and practically all, public resources, such that the ostensibly free market essentially makes public policy.
  • The WTO allows much more draconian measures to be taken to legally enforce trade agreements, i.e. if a nation is found to be "guilty" then it faces sanctions equal to the alleged lost value of trade.
Additionally, not only can such sanctions be applied, but the decision as to whether or not to do so is made by a tribunal of corporate lawyers in proceedings closed to the public - and appeals are not allowed. In the four years the WTO has been in effect the tribunal has decided for the complainant in every case. Basically, corporate lawyers are allowed to make irrevocable national and international policy decisions under WTO. Some, including myself, tend to describe this process as undemocratic.
posted by Steven Baum 11/26/1999 09:58:34 AM | link

Thursday, November 25, 1999

YAFL
There a whole horde of music-related
Top 10 Lists over at CDNow. They've got their All-Time Top 10s, a set of "Essential" lists for over 25 genres, as well as a more eclectic set of Daily Top 10s. Sure, they're there to sell CDs, but many are also interesting. Take, for example their list of the Top 10 Greatest Eccentrics (in no particular order): Okay, I'm feeling a little smug about this one since I have albums by 5 of the 10, and if that doesn't give me instant wearin'-the-cap-backwards, doin'-the-dew, walkin'-the-walk and talkin'-the-talk mega street cred then what does?

Other interesting lists include:


posted by Steven Baum 11/25/1999 10:33:26 AM | link

Wednesday, November 24, 1999

STRANGE LIT (Part 2)
The second part of the
Universal Sherlock Holmes bibliography.

Volume 3

Volume 4 Don't read it all this weekend, eh?
posted by Steven Baum 11/24/1999 04:55:56 PM | link

STRANGE LIT (Part 1)
I'm fascinated by annotated bibliographies, especially the huge book-sized ones on particularly interesting subjects. They don't get much bigger and more complete than the online
The Universal Sherlock Holmes. it contains, according to the Introduction, "a comprehensive record of the appearances in books, periodicals and newspapers of the Sacred Writings or Canonical tales (56 short stories and 4 novels), the Apocrypha and the manuscripts written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle between 1886 and 1927, together with the translations of these tales into 63 languages, plus Braille and shorthand..." and goes on for several more lines about appearances of the detective in every conceivable form of media. It covers everything (I almost prefaced that with "nearly" but that would be downright mean of me) from the publication of "A Study in Scarlet" in 1887 to the 60th anniversary of the Baker Street Irregulars in 1994.

The complete work consists of four volumes.

Volume 1

Volume 2
posted by Steven Baum 11/24/1999 03:22:25 PM | link

VANITIES OF THE BONFIRE
The truth is starting to leak out about the so-called "strict safety practices" used at the site of the Texas A&M bonfire that collapsed and killed 12 students last week. In
A&M bonfire rules broken, students say in the Dallas Morning News students - one whose back was broken in the accident - state that they were working on the higher levels of the stack despite regulations in the official "Bonfire Safety Handbook" prohibiting freshman and sophomores from working there (10 of the 12 dead were freshman and sophomores).

Also, a former A&M construction professor (i.e. a qualified professional engineer) has attributed the failure to the omission of safety features developed during his 13- year tenure advising students on its construction. The measures including interlocking logs from tier to tier, driving some logs into the ground, and wrapping the first two levels with steel cables. He left those instructions in the official "bonfire shack" when he left the university. An official spokesman - who's been the official student advisor for two years and who is not an engineer - stated, when asked about this and similar statements from a retired A&M civil engineering professor, that, "That information coming out now is really after the fact, as far as I'm concerned." No, it isn't. The former advisor left the instructions before the fact and the retired professor also made his concerns known well before the incident.

There is also the fact of several recommendations made by a civil engineering faculty committee after a similar but non-deadly incident in 1994 when the stack slowly leaned over before being pulled down and rebuilt. When I asked acquaintances in that department (I got an MS degree there a while back) about this, I was informed that department personnel had been ordered to refer all questions to the university PR department.

The chief apparatchik, er, spokesman I mentioned above is really some piece of work. After admitting that even the sub-minimal published standards (including "Due to potential safety hazards, strict adherence to safety rules at stack site are essential.") weren't followed, i.e. the prohibition against younger students working at the higher levels, he goes on to disseminate about how younger students are only allowed above the first stack if they demonstrate ability and commitment." Huh? The handbooks states, "Two (2) years experience are required for 2nd stack and above", not that it's a good idea that we can ignore if someone seems sufficiently gung-ho. He goes on to say that if someone had only come out to work for a few nights then "they would need something similar to two years experience" to work at the top. That's not what the *official handbook* says, and just where are these freshman and sophomores going to get two years of experience doing this anyway?

The standard line hereabouts is that all those years without a major tragedy proves that this was just some freak accident that couldn't have been prevented. The facts are that not only were recommendations for safety improvements from qualified civil engineers ignored (which, even if implemented, would have still left the site far short of standard engineering safety practices), but the subminimal safety practices they claim to follow weren't even observed. They got prideful (you know, that thing that goes before the fall that is also the second word out of most mouths around here right after "tradition") and sloppy, e.g. the number of bonfire-related injuries (accidents when cutting down the trees in remote areas, in transporting the trees, and at the site) increased from 59 in 1991 to 85 in 1994 (with no official tallies available post-1994). It was a matter of time, not some wildly improbabilistic event akin to a cold glass of water instantly starting to boil.

The typical mindset is best expressed by the response of someone to seeing the URL above posted on a local newsgroup. They responded with "go to hell" and also managed to misspell the original poster's name right above where he had signed it. The facts will come out despite all the stonewalling. The lawyers will see to that. The question is whether they'll be used to compel rational change or ignored so the traditional fun won't stop. Well, if that annual orgy of what is not much more than self-congratulation and hoping to win a game is so much fun, then why isn't anybody smiling?
posted by Steven Baum 11/24/1999 11:06:05 AM | link

Tuesday, November 23, 1999

STRANGE LIT (Part 2)
Being the second of two parts on recent acquisitions of humorous literature of a decidedly British flavour, with Part 1 below.

The Return of Reginald Perrin is one of four books written by David Nobbs about a man who would be made famous on telly by the British actor Leonard Rossiter in the series "The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin" (also the title of the first book). I remember watching the show 15 years or so ago, and I'd sure prefer it today to those seemingly endless, godawful, and probably cancerous "Are You Being Served?" reruns. In this sequel to Fall Reggie, who had faked suicide at the end of the first book, returns as one Martin Wellbourne to, among other things, open a `Grot' shop that proudly guarantees that every single item on sale is completely useless. On the day of the Grand Opening, Reggie takes stock:

There were fifty bottles of Tom's wine, and ten of Dr. Snurd's paintings of the Algarve. There were some square hoops made by Elizabeth, some puddings which Elizabeth had cooked and which were advertised as `completely tasteless,' a selection of second-hand books including "Methodist Church Architecture," "The Artistic History of Rugeley and Environs," "Memoirs of a Bee-Keeping Man," "The Evolution of East European Office Equipment," and "Bunions in History," some old tennis rackets with all the strings removed, some cracked pottery over which Reggie had put the notice, 'These aren't seconds. They are all thirds,' and a very complicated board game with a map of a town, a police car, an ambulance, six taxis, eight bollards, two sets of traffic lights, twelve counters, a dice, and no rules.
George MacDonald Fraser is by far best known for his creation of the irrascible Flashman, a hero of sorts who's always in the right place at sort of the right time to both have a hell of a time and make sure history gets set up right. For those who've been through all the adventures of Harry and just can't wait for more, Fraser's also written three books about a similar scoundrel named Private McAuslan, called the Dirtiest Soldier in the World on a television appearance and "the biggest walking disaster to hit the British Army since the Ancient Pistol" by his platoon commander. I've just obtained The Sheikh and the Dustbin (1988), the third in the series, with the first two being The General Danced at Dawn (1970) and McAuslan in the Rough (1979). Each book is a collection of stories roughly based on Fraser's experiences as a young officer in a Highland Regiment right after WWII. In "The Servant Problem" a young officer needing a batman (i.e. a servant) is offered the "talents" of McAuslan. In hindsight, the officer relates:
Innocent that I was, those doom-laden words meant nothing to me. I didn't know, then, that McAuslan was the dirtiest soldier in the world, a byword from Maryhill Barracks to the bazaars of Port Said for his foulness, stupidity, incompetence, illiteracy, and general unfitness for the service, and ill-made disaster whom Falstaff wouldn't have looked at, much less marched with through Coventry. This was the Tartan Caliban who had to be forcibly washed by his fellows and locked in cupboards during inspections, whom Telfer was wishing on me as batman. In fairness I can see that a sergeant might go to desperate lengths to keep McAuslan off parade and out of public view, but it was still a terrible thing to do to a subaltern not yet come of age.
All of these generous helpings of Brit humour make excellent light reading, and they're an order of magnitude better than the endless series of large-print, big-margin collections of one-liners and occasionally humorous observations pumped out by every comedian with a TV show lasting more than 5 weeks.
posted by Steven Baum 11/23/1999 10:00:27 PM | link

STRANGE LIT (Part 1)
Just can't get enough of that dry and literate limey humour, and I got my greedy paws on some real treasures in pocket paperback format on Saturday. First off is a book combining Lawrence Durrell's
Esprit De Corps (1957) and Stiff Upper Lip (1958), two collections in which Larry tries to outfunny brother Gerry with stories of life in the diplomatic (or, as in the book "dip") corps. Although events of the last couple of decades in Europe have taken the edge off some of the humour, these stories supply ample amounts of mirth, e.g. in an account of one Trevor Dovebasket, suspected of having made a Faustian compact:
"He was in league with the Devil on one side and De Mandeville on the other. Together they organized a form of beetle racing in the Chancery. Beetles with electromagnets tied to their tails, if you please. Imagine my concern. The beetles were named after us. They made a book and encouraged betting wholesale. Dolly Pusey, the new cipherine, gambled away a year's unearned increments and most of the fruits of the F.O. Pension Scheme in a matter of minutes."
Rommel? Gunner Who? A Confrontation in the Desert (1974) is the sequel to Adolf Hitler: My Part in His Downfall (1971), the first volume of Spike Milligan's World War II reminiscences. Milligan, Harry Secombe and Peter Sellers were the main components of the Goon Show, which heavily influenced later British comedy troupes, most significantly Beyond the Fringe and Monty Python. This memoir is an episodic and simultaneously funny and sentimental look at his years in the British Army, with this volume concentrating on his stint in north Africa. One day in Tunisia Milligan spotted what he thought was a wolf skulking near a water hole the troops had dug. Upon being queried as to the presence of wolves in the area his CO replied:
`There are *no* wolves in Tunisia Milligan' said Lt Budden looking at me very strangely. Through binoculars I saw it was a dog, a cross between an Alsatian and a Something Hairy. He was very thin, but then by God so was I. Every night I put some bully beef on a plate and left it out for him, and every night he would eat it, save for the nights I went out and ate it myself, I got hungry too. After a few days the dog had enough confidence to let us all touch him. He was nervous about coming into the house so I knocked up a kennel for him. I made it so nice, Gunner Tume asked if he could sleep in it and the dog sleep in his room. We named him Havelock Ellis, don't ask me why.
Length limitations are making this one a two-parter, so scroll upwards.
posted by Steven Baum 11/23/1999 04:42:39 PM | link

YAMMERING
There are good reasons for all those legal and moral injunctions against
inbreeding, y'know.
posted by Steven Baum 11/23/1999 02:29:01 PM | link

FOOD
I've seen a couple of variations of the tur-duck-hen theme available in the local frozen foods section this year. That is, a deboned chicken with stuffing stuffed into a similarly prepared duck stuffed likewise into a turkey. I had my suspicions as to the increasing popularity of this holiday specialty item which were confirmed at the
Thanksgiving in New Orleans site. None other than Dom DeLuise clone Paul Prudhomme starting pushing this item about a decade ago. (That's twice I've mentioned DeLuise in the last two days which should suffice for, say, the next decade). I first heard about it the first time NPR's Morning Edition did that 15-minute piece on Thanksgiving dinner with a bevy of famous chefs each offering a favorite dish. Paul described the tur-duck-hen such that the drool coming out of the radio combined with mine for quite a nice waterfall effect. Luckily Susan Stamberg came on soon after that with her mother's gut-wrenching cranberry sauce recipe to shut down the hydrant.

Anyhow, the things are for sale under the name tur-duck-hen or turducken, although I think I'm going to wait until next year to get my feet wet (again with the drool!). Appropriate web sitings include:

It'll cost you $40-$70 if you find one at your local store and $100-$120 to obtain one via mail order.
posted by Steven Baum 11/23/1999 08:57:24 AM | link

Monday, November 22, 1999

PRECIS
Some interesting stuff in the 11/21
New York Times including:
  • "Ouch, Dude" in the Magazine section tells of extreme winter sports daredevils (you know, the "do the dew, d00d" d00dz) coming up with a "crop of trendy new traumas." Examples include dislocated hips caused by snow bikers going downhill at 60 mph or more, broken wrists and foot bones for snowboarders, and fractured tibias for skiboarders. The biggest problem, according to the doctors treating the d00dz, is stupidity. When a snowboarder tried to jump a 20-foot crevasse and was found frozen in snow at the bottom, a Dr. Embick suggested they leave him there for a possible tourist attraction in 100 years or so. His suggestion was unfortunately disregarded. Another doctor relates that, "I had the one guy who was riding a snowmobile and broke his back and his leg. He set his snowmobile on fire to keep himself warm and it exploded. He had third-degree burns all over his legs." A budding Darwin Awards candidate, that.
  • Also in the Magazine, a piece ("Who Needs Philosophy?") on philosopher Martha Nussbaum by Robert S. Boynton describes someone who's scathingly attacked both conservatives (Allen Bloom) and radical feminists (Judith Butler) in print because they were both "mandarin philosophers who refused to use their theories to help wage the battle for freedom, justice and equality." The best quote goes to G. W. Bowersock, a historian who explains the hostility towards Nussbaum in academia with, "There are a lot of shriveled souls in the academic world, and they feel intimidated by Martha because she is able to do so much so well." I'm going to have to pick up one of her books.
  • In "Other People's Lives" (the Bookend in the Book Review) Ellen Willis argues - in the context of the recent controversy over the Reagan bio by Edmund Morris - that biography has taken over the role of illuminating social issues and ideas from books no longer being written specifically for that purpose (with the massive size of many bios being more than able to accomodate the additional verbiage). Most contemporary biographies, she avers, are written with the assumption that their "protagonists exemplify the larger social milieu that was the backdrop or occasion for their achievements." As for Morris's Reagan bio "Dutch," Willis states, "...apparently Morris discovered that Reagan, the man, was not the best vehicle for representing Reagan, the era; but access to the man was what he had to sell. Better a genre-twisting book than an unread one."
  • The Week in Review tells us that the "dirty little secret" of telephone polling is an increasingly shrinking response rate, with the rise of Internet polling not a panacea since the respondents are self-selected from the population of computer users (i.e. much more likely to be Randroid cranks).
  • A good quote from John Kerry in Maureen Dowd's column about those in the GOP attempting to cast doubts about John McCain's mental stability because of his years as a tortured POW, i.e. the Manchurian Candidate syndrome: "While McCain was getting tortured, Bush was flying jets defending Texas against Oklahoma, Trent Lott was doing jumping jacks for Old Miss, and John Engler was eating Dunkin' Donuts to make sure he was too overweight to be drafted." Sweet, and a good finishing point.

posted by Steven Baum 11/22/1999 11:30:07 PM | link

MUSIC
While poking around at
The Gumbo Pages for some Cajun-inspired Thanksgiving fare, I chanced upon their "Down Home" Best Albums of 1998 and, down in the honorable mention section, an album called Twango Bango Deluxe by David Lindley and Wally Ingram. Lindley - about whom a horde of details can be found at the Pleemhead Extraordinaire fan site and at the All Music Guide - is well known by sound if not by name for playing lead guitar and writing arrangements for all those huge selling Jackson Browne albums of the mid- to late-1970s. Yep, that careening guitar solo on the Running on Empty title track is courtesy of Lindley.

I didn't know about the Browne connection until I bought vinyl versions of his first two El Rayo-X albums - El Rayo-X and Win This Record! - at a sale of water-damaged discs at a now long defunct local record shop. I'd heard part of the first album at a post-tournament ultimate frisbee party a few weeks prior to that, and it impressed me so much I remembered it in spite of the dain bramage inflicted that evening. I made cassette tapes of both albums more than a couple of times and they were at or near the top of my top 40 for several years, although I drifted away from them when I switched over to CDs what with both my tape deck and turntable crapping out and not being replaced. I didn't even think of looking for the El Rayo-X discs on CD when I picked up Lindley and Henry Kaiser's A World Out of Time, Vol. 1 (a collaboration recorded in Madagascar) a few years ago, but I certainly did tonight.

Both those CDs are on their way now, and it won't be long until Twango is on it's way. Amazon lists it as an import for over $30, but you can get it at Lindley's home site for $20. His home site also has a never-before-released album of El Rayo-X live from 1986 for the same price. Other interesting albums on which Lindley has been prominently featured include Ry Cooder's Bop Till You Drop and Long Riders soundtrack (with parts of the latter as well as Cooder's other extensive soundtrack work available on the two-disc compilation Music by Ry Cooder).
posted by Steven Baum 11/22/1999 09:49:05 PM | link

FOOD
Some places to find that last recipe or two to round out the Thanksgiving menu are:

posted by Steven Baum 11/22/1999 05:16:54 PM | link

MUSIC
On a trip to Austin this weekend to cleanse the mental palate (and snag several cases of this year's Anchor Christmas brew which turned out to be unavailable as yet), I managed to snag a used copy of the
The Complete 1961 Village Vanguard Recordings of John Coltrane, which also features legends Elvin Jones on drums, McCoy Tyner on piano, and Eric Dolphy on various reeds. The reviews on Amazon for this are uniformly ecstatic, and so far I like what I've heard on just one of the four discs. I'm going to have to become much more educated about jazz to fully appreciate this, though, a need I sort of anticipated when I picked up a copy of Leonard Feather's The Book of Jazz at the Half Price on Guadalupe a couple of hours before I snagged the CDs. It's going to be a while before I have the critical vocabulary to do this kind of thing justice, i.e. describe it without using the music criticism equivalents of "crackling good read" and "lean, muscular prose." Or maybe I'll just listen and enjoy.
posted by Steven Baum 11/22/1999 01:58:40 PM | link

STRANGE LIT
It's a pity that as fine a writer of humorous prose as Larry (L.) King has to share that name with an undeservedly reknowned hack whose only real talent is a seemingly infinite capacity for sycophancy. I first encountered King the Greater in the pages of his 1980 collection
Of Outlaws, Con Men, Whores, Politicians, and Other Artists. I first read this collection before I migrated to Texas and, having recently reread it after living here for over 15 years, I find that it's only improved with age (the book more so than the state, alas). King is most famous for the piece herein called "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas" - a tale of the demise of a house of ill repute in La Grange - that spawned the musical and the movie.

The villain of the story is Marvin Zindler, a Houston deputy sheriff charged with enforcing consumer protection laws who, when fired for failing to favor the wealthy and powerful, shifted his crusade to the private sector. King describes Zindler's (played by Dom DeLuise in the film) transition thusly:

"A lot of good people, long goosed and flummoxed by many avid practitioners of free enterprise, dearly loved and cheered Marvin. But fellow deputies judged him insufficiently bashful when it came to personal publicity, and his superiors soon got a gutful of bitching merchants. Perhaps, too, the more sensitive wearied of daily contact with Marvin's ego, which may be approximately two full sizes larger than Howard Cosell's. Marvin keeps scrapbooks. He dresses like a certified dandy in his 200 tailored suits and has bought himself two nose bobs; he does not permit his own family to view him unless he's wearing one of his many silver hairpieces.
When he got wind of the Chicken Ranch, he took up a crusade against it that eventually shut it down. This was to the great consternation of many, including the winners of the annual Texas-Texas A&M football game who traditionally celebrated their victory at the Ranch. It's a sad tale, although there's some poetic justice. The last time I saw Marvin (who was working as a consumer advocate for a Houston TV station at the time) he was gravely intoning about how several restaurants had committed the cardinal sin of having "slime in the ice box!".

The seventeen other pieces in the collection are equally enjoyable, including a portrait of the American Redneck, a remembrance of the depression, looks at big-time poker and horse trading, a description of Willie Nelson's annual 4th of July picnic ("The Great Willie Nelson Outdoor Brain Fry and Trashing Ejacorama"), and several political essays wherein the humor mixes with serious undercurrents (e.g. "The Alamo Mind-Set: LBJ and Vietnam" on why Johnson had to "nail that coon skin to the wall").

My favorite is "Playing Cowboy," an essay about an expatriate's planned return to his home state, having left for New York at age 18. King evokes the bittersweet nature of returning in the following:

"I miss the damned place. Texas is my mind's country, that place I most want to understand and record and preserve. Four generations of my people sleep in its soil; I have children there, and a grandson; the dead past and the living future tie me to it. Not that I always approve it or love it. It vexes and outrages and disappoints me - especially when I am there. It is now the third most urbanized state, behind New York and California, with all the tangles, stench, random violence, architectural rape, historical pillage, neon blight, pollution, and ecological imbalance the term implies. Money and mindless growth remain high on the list of official priorities, breeding a crass boosterism not entirely papered over by an infectious energy. The state legislature - though improving as slowly as an old man's mending bones - still harbors excessive, coon-ass, rural Tory Democrats who fail to understand that 79.7 percent of Texans have flocked to urban areas and may need fewer farm-to-market roads, hide-and-tick inspectors, or outraged orations almost comically declaiming against welfare loafers, creeping socialism, the meddling ol' feds, and sin in the aggregate."
That was written in the late 1970s and, except for the Tory Democrats mostly all having switched officially to the GOP in the interim, remains fairly accurate. If you get the chance, pick up this or any other book written by a man Roy Blount, Jr. says, "writes just like an angel would if it grew up in West Texas and drank."
posted by Steven Baum 11/22/1999 10:47:12 AM | link


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