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Thursday, May 04, 2000

THE GOURDS
Having heard some good things about them, I recently snagged
Dem's Good Beeble, the first album by The Gourds. What finally tipped the scales was a fellow fan of The Band telling me I'd really like them. The sumbitch was right. Their music's very good and, as a bonus, their web site is hilarious, e.g. on stuff that influences their music:
With obscure references to everything from desmond dekker, black adder, folk mythology, Oregon motels, baby gramps, Curtis Mayfield songs, Spanish poetry, u.s. currency, leadbelly, isopropyl alcohol, various controlled substances, sex, food, arachnids, insects, archetypal psychology, NFL, liquid gold, Sufis, preachers, old testament bible stories, mud, betrayal and masturbation's, The Gourds seem to let their music fry just long enough before they turn it over and brown it on the other side.
Kevin Russell, one of the two folks who writes songs for the group, gives every bit as good interview as he does song. A Leisuresuit interview entitled I've Seen the Future of Jug Music and Its Name is the Gourds contains its fair share of juicy nuggets. On the creative process:
Yeah, we have no clue as to what each other is doing really. We're just churning it out and hoping for the best.
On being labeled a "fun band":
Fine with us. We are not shoe gazers. We are human beings. If we can bring some joy to the work-a- day world, so be it. We're just having a good time. Anyone that does not want to have a good time should stay at home and listen to their Joy Division records with a noose around their neck, standing ona block of ice looking in the mirror, wearing their black turtleneck sweater in the middle of the summer.
Dem's is a good album, well-produced sonically and not musically over-produced. Their second album, Stadium Blitzer, (named for a remote control toy truck) hit a lot of Best of 1988 lists and is supposed to be even better. And they're apparently even better live. Give 'em a try - I'm sure Shania will survive the loss of revenue.
posted by Steven Baum 5/4/2000 01:50:20 AM | link

MO' STUFF
Even having spent the last several hours in a local public house attempting to drown my frustration at not being able to play ultimate frisbee today since a car nazi caused my right knee to be less than fully responsive on Friday night, I'm still less than an utterly happy puppy (despite having requested and actually gotten a pretty damned good version of "Whippin' Post" from the all-acoustic guitar band playing tonight, although none of them could growl quite like Greg, but then again who the hell can). But, what the hell, here's some observations:

posted by Steven Baum 5/4/2000 01:34:37 AM | link

Wednesday, May 03, 2000

BONFIRE REPORT
The official
Bonfire Commission Report was released yesterday. The summary of findings states:
The 1999 Bonfire collapsed due to a number of both physical and organizational factors. Structurally, the collapse was driven by a containment failure in the first stack of logs. Two primary factors caused this failure: the first was excessive internal stresses driven primarily by aggressive wedging of second stack logs into the first stack. The second was inadequate containment strength. The wiring used to tie the logs together provided insufficient binding strength. Also, steel cables, which in recent years had been wrapped around the first stack, were not used in 1999, further reducing containment strength. These two factors - excessive internal stresses and weakened containment strength -combined to cause the collapse.
They also concluded that the physical failure was driven by an organizational failure involving
...such things as the absence of an appropriate written design or design process, a cultural bias impeding risk identification, and the lack of a proactive risk management approach.
As I've always suspected and have stated before, there was more than a little hubris involved. A measurable decrease in the competence of those in charge during the 90s went hand in hand with an increase in arrogance, e.g.
  • the commission found that the bonfire was never built the same way twice, even though the accepted basis for safe design was 'We have always done it this way, and it has always worked,' with the most glaring example being the omission of the cables wrapping the bottom stack this time;
  • the commission found that a lack of engineering knowledge on part of student leaders caused them to make structurally weakening changes to the bonfire over recent years, i.e. the same leaders who claimed that holy tradition and a couple of engineering classes made them more qualified to build the bonfire than the engineering professors whose aid they consistently refused;
  • the commission found considerable evidence of irresponsible behavior (alcohol use, hazing, an 80% increase in reported accidents in the last 3 years) related to the bonfire, with the students in charge either denying this or, when the evidence got too overwhelming, claiming it had absolutely nothing to do with the disaster or that it wasn't anybody's business what they did - it bears repeating here that "it develops character and leadership" is inevitably one of the justifications automatically repeated as a justification for building the thing.
The report was, of course, witheringly "rebutted" by those who would undoubtedly go out tomorrow and start building the bonfire again exactly the same way since, after all, aggies couldn't have made mistakes or been at fault since they are, by definition, the embodiment of earthly perfection:
Bonfire leaders teach us how to tie logs and how to do all that stuff. It seemed like the commision was attacking us. It's crap. [i.e. we know more about engineering than those who've been doing it for a living for 30 years]

It will take more than bad publicity in New York to keep people from coming to A&M. [i.e. the ever-popular evil effete eastern intellectual conspiracy angle]

Students don't want to see this pinned on someone, they just want answers. [i.e. unless answers about faulty construction practices unfairly involve those actually doing the faulty construction]

Is hearing the findings going to bring those students back? No. [i.e. once more into the breach so we can send 12 more]

This [a gathering of students to hear the report] shows the students at A&M will stick together no matter what the report says. [i.e. especially if it says that mindlessly sticking together was one of the root causes of the disaster]

But, to be fair, the light bulb is ever so close to being switched on in some:
I think they're making A&M sound bad. It seems like they came down hard. I know it's the truth, but it sounded harsh.
Perhaps next time we can have a plush toy deliver the bad news with a happy song, instead of those mean ol' frowny liberals who only want to make the little kiddies unhappy by banishing the magical tradition fairy from aggieland.
posted by Steven Baum 5/3/2000 01:49:20 PM | link

Monday, May 01, 2000

OUCH
So I'm bicycling back from Friday night's fun at Northgate, the center of all bacchanalian festivities hereabouts, and someone pulls out in front of me in a car from a side street when I'm less than 20 feet away and reaching the bottom of a long decline. Sure, I'm a bit squiffed, but somehow the adrenalin kicks in just fast enough to give me the options of hitting the car or bouncing off the pavement and missing the car. I've hit pavement before, the last time being an embarassing incident when I hung the chain with which I was locking the bike over the handlebars and it swung into the front spokes and ... yep ... right over the front handlebars onto the concrete. This was right before a meeting I had with my doctoral committee, although it turned out to be the most productive (albeit most physically painful) such meeting I'd ever attended.

I chose the pavement option, hit, bounced a few times, and stayed on the street for a minute or so. The car didn't stop. It was dark, so perhaps they didn't see me, although car nazis pull out in front of me on just about a daily basis in the clear light of day. But never this close while I'm going this fast. And, to be blunt, if they'd stopped and called the cops on themselves they almost certainly wouldn't have received even a warning. After all, this is the town where people who have fallen asleep at the wheel and swerved across the road (i.e. crossing the centerline) have killed 6 pedestrians and at least 1 bicyclist in recent years. Nobody's received as much as a traffic citation. This is also the town where on one of the main streets they have a single bike lane on one side of the road in which bike traffic is supposed to travel in both directions and, get this, is also supposed to stop at every intersection and yield the right of way to any car attempting to enter this main artery from a side street. About three years ago a cyclist got hit by a car exiting a side street and was himself cited as he was put into the ambulance. The traffic situation contravened every applicable state recommendation and regulation, although the judge disallowed any such evidence at the hearing. The grim picture is basically that if you can still walk (and not be in legal trouble yourself) after any idiot in any motor vehicle does what they damn well please to you in this town then you've come out ahead.

Well, I came out ahead in this as I probed for any breakage, found none, and lurched the final 100 yards or so home while leaning on the bike. The next morning was a wee bit more painful, as the anesthetic effects of the evening's beverages had worn off. The toll:

  • one knee (right) with heavy external abrasians and internal bruising which worked not at all well on Saturday and in which the swelling is starting to go down today;
  • a heavily abraded right elbow with lesser abrasians on that shoulder;
  • heavily bruised heels on both hands, with the right hand having gotten the worst of it;
  • various other minor stuff scattered about the body; and
  • a back pain that showed up in a sharp, nasty way just this morning as I bent over to pick up a book.
My bicycle also got bent up and broken in a few places, although I was real close to pulling the replacement trigger on it anyway. I snagged a Trek Mountain Track 820 at a local pawn shop for $150, which is about what I estimated tuning up and fixing my old bike (before the accident) would have cost. Thus far it seems quite the nimble vehicle. Heck, after this I may even get a helmet. (All "Geez, what a suicidal dumbass!" comments I get from that last bit will be added to the pile.)
posted by Steven Baum 5/1/2000 04:55:48 PM |
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SHAKESPEARE'S IN THE ALLEY
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck in College Station
With the
nawlins blues again.

posted by Steven Baum 5/1/2000 03:31:30 PM | link

NATURE'S LITTLE STORMTROOPERS
I notice that the proprieter over at
Kestrel's Nest applied the boiling water treatment to a fire ant infestation. I also notice that he plans to watch the spot for a few days which, in my experience, is a good idea. Here in central Texas the boiling treatment usually takes at least 3 days to work effectively, although given the ubiquitousness of those nasty creatures from hell all it usually does is drive them a few yards away.

I learned about fire ants the hard way my first week down here after I moved from central Ohio back in 1983. A fellow student was giving me the 10-cent tour in his truck and we chanced upon a woman who had pulled too far off the road after being pulled over by one of Texas' finest. Since he had a FWD and a winch, we pulled over and I quickly volunteered to crawl under the front of her car to attach the hook securely. You guessed it. I crawled right on top of a huge fire ant mound. I was quite an entertaining site, apparently, since by the time I had my pants pulled down to swat those evil little bastards off my vitals everyone was laughing, including the cops. Well, at least I found out I wasn't allergic to their stings, seeing how I was still breathing after several hundred stings. (I wasn't worried much, though, seeing how I'd survived several dozen bumblebee stings several years before while helping a vet with the cows back on the ancestral family farm. A helpful hint I'll pass on from the vet: raw onions rubbed on the stings significantly ease the pain.)

According to the Fireant FAQ:

Encouraging a few fire ant colonies to abandon mounds in a yard is relatively easy. Even regular watering can cause a colony to move. However, safely and economically eliminating hundreds or thousands of RIFA colonies from parks, farms, and ranches has proved to be nearly impossible. Remedies against fire ants which are effective in a backyard will not solve the overall problem across the countryside because no effective and safe measure has proved to be economically feasible or sustainable on the grander scale.
Thus, while large-scale eradication isn't possible at this time, at least temporary local control can be maintained, more details about which can be found at the TAMU Fireant page. In their PDF document - called Two-Step in the Spring - they detail the two most common methods for handling fireants with insecticides, i.e. mound treatments (e.g. Dursban, Sevin, Orthene, etc.) that are dumped on individual mounds, and baits (e.g. Amdro Combat, Award Logic, etc.) that are lightly spread over the entire yard. As much as I don't like using poisons, I've successfully used the second method. I spread Award Logic over my entire large back lawn (a can about the size of a container of Pringle's Chips will cover a very large area), the workers take the small pieces of bait back to the queen, and they're mostly gone in about 3-4 weeks. I gave in and first tried this several years ago as I would have had to boil more water in a week than the witches in Macbeth did in a lifetime to even start making inroads.

Another thing they suggest is to join forces with your neighbors. That is, all you're really going to do is drive the little bastards into the next yard so you might as well join forces with your immediate neighbors (or at least not brag to them about how you drove the ants out of your yard at the next BBQ). If you annually dig up or till a bunch of planting beds, then you should probably treat the yard before you do so. It seems that ten seconds after you make a square foot of soil more friable, the fireants can hear a "NEW HOME OVER HERE!" signal being broadcast.

One of my top time-machine questions (i.e. what's the first thing you're going to do when you perfect a time machine?) is "Which sumbitch or sumbitches do I go back and kill before they have a chance to import these pests?" Unfortunately, there's no single villain we can go back and torture for a good long time. The history of these imported pests, according to the FAQ, is:

First of all, some kinds of fire ants are naturally distributed in Texas. When people ask this question, they really mean pest fire ant species. Apparently the introductions of pest fire ants were accidental. Perhaps the soil of potted plants or ballast on ships arriving from South America to Mobile, Alabama contained invicta nests. Exactly when is not certain. There were invasions by two pest fire ant species. The first, the black imported fire ant from Argentina (S. richteri), was barely established and spreading when the red imported fire ant (S. invicta) arrived and proceeded to shove aside its cousin (which now survives in Mississippi and western Georgia). The original arrivals were probably in the 1920s or before. Professor E.O. Wilson, the famous ant biologist at Harvard, was first to discover the invasion while he was still a budding high school entomologist in Alabama.

posted by Steven Baum 5/1/2000 02:05:34 PM | link

KUDOS
Thanks to those shrewd geniuses who run things at
Blogger, I now have the permanent link thingie enabled for each and every one of the sparkling, timeless gems I've spewed forth herein since last October. On my own initiative, I boldly went forth to spend the 10 minutes it took to find out how to do it and then did it. Okay, I lied about the initiative part. Somebody asked me nicely and I said yes. The permanent links are those "link" links after the date and time that succeed each entry. The initiator wanted me to enable a permanent link to my October 29, 1999 entry about lipograms, BTW.
posted by Steven Baum 5/1/2000 11:30:01 AM | link

Sunday, April 30, 2000

HORN SECTION
If you've jumped on the Diana Krall bandwagon and find that you actually enjoy that sort of thing, then you owe it to yourself to get (among other discs I'll get to eventually) Shirley Horn's
You Won't Forget Me. Horn's been at it since 1960 and got her first break when none other than Miles Davis - notoriously finicky about (amongst many other things) who he would play with - called her at her home in Virginia and invited her to open for him at the famed Village Vanguard in New York. How'd he get an unknown on stage at the jazz mecca? Easy. He told them, "No Shirley; no Miles."

You Won't Forget Me - which came out in 1991 and was one of the last albums on which Miles played before his death that year - is considered by many to be her finest hour (or, more accurately, 71 minutes). It featured not only her long-time accompanists Charles Ables on bass and Steve Williams on drums, but also a stellar guest line-up including Miles, Branford and Wynton Marsalis, Toots Thielemans, Buster Williams and Billy Hart. That's right - she not only get legendary hardass Miles Davis to play on the album but also Wynton Marsalis, who's become his successor as both hardass and legendary talent. Wynton - not known to be generous or ebullient with praise - is quoted by Stanley Crouch in the liner notes as saying about Horn:

She has great rhythmic imagination, melodic sensibility, exhibits superior harmonic knowledge in her singing and her piano, and goes past mastery in timbral manipulation.

The experience of working with Shirley Horn was and continues to be inspiring, as well as an affirmation of the qualities that all of us involved in serious musical development may use as a model.

And speaking of Shirley and Miles, my search for info about Shirley uncovered Shirley Horn: The Art of the Slow Ballad, #23 in a 38 part series called Sons of Miles by Mike Zwerin in the Jazznet section at Culturekiosque. Zwerin - who also contributes a short but impressive Essential Jazz Recordings of the 20th Century list - covers a lot of territory and people who influenced and were influenced by Miles, including Gil Evans (whose name Zwerin points out is an apt anagram for 'Svengali'), Chick Corea, John Scofield, Dexter Gordon and John Lewis (whose 80th birthday tribute occurred just a few days ago).
posted by Steven Baum 4/30/2000 10:59:06 PM | link


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