On Notice


A list of things/people that are currently bugging me, not necessarily in order of importance, but in order that they came to mind. Used recently by Gordon, and, in a somewhat different way, Lefty. Far be it from me to pass up an opportunity to create a quick post, especially when it has such a therapeutic aspect. And even better, I may be able to use it again in six months or a year.
Those of you that know what the first item is can probably guess the next two.
BTW, the Times Union headline for 8/11/2006, with the article covering the top 3/4s of the paper – that insignificant story about a plot to blow up 10 airplanes from U.K. to the U.S. being thwarted covering the final section – was “A son, a murderer”; the New York Post would have been proud. Conversely, the Gazette (from Schenectady) used something provocative such as “Porco Found Guilty”.

On the other hand, I don’t have to put “on notice” only the things that annoy me, but also the things that I like.
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There was an article in the local paper recently about Sasha Cohen, which said she was the 10th most popular female athlete in the country. Since my wife likes figure skating, Sasha Cohen and especially Michelle Kwan, I thought I’d find the rest of the list, which is shown below. If you want other results of The Harris Poll® #47, June 8, 2006, go here.

FAVORITE FEMALE SPORTS STAR – TOP-10 RANKING

“Thinking about the female sports stars you like, which ones are your favorites?”
Base: All adults
2004/2005/2006
Venus Williams
1/3/1
Serena Williams
2/2/2
Mia Hamm
3/1/3
Michelle Wie
8/10/4
Danica Patrick
*/*/5
Michelle Kwan
4/4/6
Annika Sorenstam
5/6/7
Maria Sharapova
*/*/8
Anna Kournikova
6/5/9
Sasha Cohen
*/*/10
* Not listed in that year
Those who are new to Top 10 This Year: Danica Patrick (No. 5), Maria Sharapova (No. 8), Sasha Cohen (No. 10).
Those on the 2005 List Who Have Dropped Out of the Top Ten This Year
Lisa Leslie (was No. 7), Billie Jean King (was tied for No. 8), Martina Navratilova (was tied for No 8), Chris Evert (was tied for No. 9), Mary Lou Retton (was tied for No. 9).

TAGGED MEME: Books I’ve read

I’m trying to explain to my wife about the tagged meme. “You don’t HAVE to do it,” she said/asked. “No, but it’s sort of a convention, a social contract.” Scott of the Scooter Chronicles tagged me.

1: One book that changed your life: Probably mentioned before, but “Lying” by Sissela Bok. I’ve stolen outright this Amazon review, because it captures the book so well: “Sissela Bok challenges the reader to consider the effects of lying on the individual, relationships and society. The author systematically covers the spectrum of lies from ‘little white lies’ to avoid an unwanted dinner invitation to the arguably moral lies required to survive in a totalitarian state – taking the reader step by step through a journey of increasingly complex moral questions. The book argues that lying, as it is often conducted in society, often lacks the moral basis of those few cases where it can be justified.”

2: One book you have read more than once: When I was a kid, I had this “I Spy” novelization I read repeatedly. It was where I learned the phrase “hoist by his own petard”. There was also this 1931 sports anthology called “Play the Game”, which featured Rogers Hornsby and others on baseball, Red Grange and others on football, legendary writer Grantland Rice on golf, plus a whole lot more. It’s 350+ pages, and I still have it, though I haven’t read it in decades.
As an adult, the ONLY book I’ve read all the way through more than once is the Bible, and I don’t know if that counts, because one time was the King James and the other time was the Revised Standard Version.
I assume we’re not talking about children’s book, since Scott said he didn’t have any, and I suspect he’s read the same stories repeatedly to his son Nigel. A children’s book I’ve read a lot BEFORE Lydia was “Bartholomew and the Oobleck” by Dr. Seuss.

3: One book you would want on a desert island: Almost assuredly, the Bible, the NRSV. Quoting Scott: “Considering I would be there quite a while and have time to think, it would a good opportunity to try and digest all of it.”

4: One book that made you laugh: I have four Doonesbury anthologies, trade paperbacks. Maybe one of those. Although I remember borrowing one of Erma Bombeck’s books from my mother on a visit, maybe “Septic Tank”, and finding it surprisingly more entertaining in the collective than her daily column, even though the book was culled from them.

5: One book you wish had been written: “Growing Up” by Russell Baker. I always liked his style.

6: One book you wish had never had been written: Probably some neocon diatribe, but truth is, I tend to shut them out of my mind rather quickly.

7: One book that made you cry: I’m sure there have been some, but none come to mind.

8: One book you are currently reading: “The Genesis of Ethics” by Burton L. Visotzky. Our former pastor, Joe Shook, was giving away many of his books, and this one intrigued me. It’s about why a bunch of not-necessarily-religious folks got together to read the first book of the Torah.

9: One book you have been meaning to read: Only one? “The Gnostic Gospels” by Elaine Pagels is one on my bookshelf.

10. Who to tag? Well, I thought of Greg, but he’s been doing his book thing lately. Tom? Gordon? Fred and/or Lynn? Mark, a voracious reader? Sarah, who doesn’t read books a second time? Tosy, from whom I steal memes all the time (and he from Jaquandor)? Lefty? Well, they can if they want, but I’d be most intrigued if THE most voracious reader I “know”, which would be Kelly, would try it. And what the heck, Julie Hembeck can put it in her page as well.
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I was sad to hear about the death of my grad school alma mater’s University President, Kermit Hall. But never did I figure out that he had the same initials as his predecessor, Karen Hitchcock.
And even though I once referred to his “The Men in My Little Girl’s Life” as a sign of the Apocalypse (the song went to #6 in ’66), I was sad that Mike Douglas died last week on his 81st birthday. I used to watch him fairly regularly for a time, not just on John & Yoko’s week.
From Dead or Alive, some famous people who died on their birthdays:
Ingrid Bergman – actress – Aug. 29 (1915-1982) – 67
John Banner – actor – Jan. 28 (1910-1973) – 63
Betty Friedan – author – Feb. 4 (1921-2006) – 85
Mike Douglas – talk show host – Aug. 11 (1925-2006) – 81
Mari­a Felix – actress – April 8 (1914-2002) – 88
William Congdon – artist – April 15 (1912-1998) – 86
Otto Kruger – actor – Sept. 6 (1885-1974) – 89
And in the “maybe, maybe not” category:
Stanley Fafara – actor – Sept. 20 (1950-2003) – 53

Summertime Blues

Sometimes, you just get a little blue.

My friend Dee is having a kidney transplant tomorrow. She is in my prayers.

My pastor and his wife, who was in the choir, left a couple weeks ago. I got to be very fond of them.


The woman in this picture, Naomi Anderson of Binghamton, died on the 4th of July. I was actually going to go to the funeral – I was sent the obit, and was actually in town for her funeral. But the e-mailed notice didn’t mention WHICH Saturday the service was being held, and I arrived at my old church, which was locked. Not that I would have gone to Binghamton specifically for the service, but I figured that since I was there…

Won’t even talk about work.

They’re closing the Catskill Game Farm, which I went to when I was three and a number of times since, and which I figured I’d take Lydia to someday.

The thing that REALLY stressed me out most, though, involved Lydia. We had not given her any peanuts or peanut butter, but last Wednesday, she got some. It did not agree with her at all. When I got home, she was crying after throwing up. She threw up a second time, but more distressing, her left eye was far more closed than her right eye. I was afraid she was going into anaphylactic shock, or something. She has been sick before, but never was I as worried as I was that evening. Carol called our doctor, then went out to get her some Benedrill while I watched her. She threw that up, and about an hour later, threw up a fourth time after a small cup of water. Thursday, I took her to the doctor. We now carry an EpiPen.

The upsides: we have new pastors, the Leupolds, who start today; I’m serving coffee. My friend Cecily became a grandmother for the first and second times in the last two months with Henry Sinon, son of Jeff and Heather, and Katherine Lottie, daughter of Mike and Karen. And finally, Lydia seems to be OK. Of course, this means dumping Carol’s beloved peanut butter – the doctor thought it should even be in the house until Lydia sees an allergist – but this is the price one pays as a parent.

That’s Carol, my sister Leslie and my mom Trudy in Binghamton last month with the child.

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This is my daily Julie Hembeck mention.

METAPHYSICAL QUESTION: Ain’t That Good News?

My wife said to me one evening late last month, “Good news!” She proceeded to tell me that the $680 the state of New York thought we owed them, we didn’t owe them. They made a transcription error and attributed to us some several thousand dollars more in income than we actually made. We are relieved, of course, but it got me to thinking: if they didn’t screw it up in the first place, there would be NO news, which, as the cliche goes, IS good news.

Similarly, Scott at Scooter Chronicles noted how he ONLY spent a couple hundred bucks on his car. Since I suppose there will always be car repairs, getting off cheaply feels like good news. But let’s take a more recent example in his blog: the bad news of his son Nigel’s inability to sleep through the night. When he (actually, they – Nigel, Scott and Marcia) finally go back to sleeping through the night, it will surely seem like good news.

Someone has some sort of growth, but it turns out to be benign. Someone’s in a car accident, but he or she suffers only minor cuts and bruises. Good news, yes?

I went to the Good News Network this week, and what do I find?
On this day in History, August 8:
John McCarthy, the British journalist held hostage in Lebanon for more than five years by Islamic Jihad was freed after more than five years in captivity (1991)
A cease-fire between Iran and Iraq was announced by The United Nations (1988)
Good news following five years as a hostage and eight years of war, respectively.

So here is my metaphysical question: how often, in your view, does good news depend, in some shape or form, on the cessation of bad news (an unexpected tax bill, e.g.)? I think it’s about 80% of the time. Please give me some good news, other than the a non-complicated birth of a wanted child, that is just good without being a response to a downside.
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Good news: the Christopher Porco murder trial is over. For those not from around the Albany area, think about NOT hearing about the O.J. Simpson trial. You couldn’t, no matter how you tried. And believe me, I tried. THE local media event of the year, by far.
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The parents of Julie Hembeck turned me on to Lipton Green Tea with Citrus.

Bat-Woman


One of the great problems with hot, muggy weather and old houses in the Northeast is the emergence of bats in the living quarters. A couple weeks ago, I was in Binghamton attending Day 1 of my high school reunion. Carol and Lydia had been to the event, but Carol had gone back to the house of friends Cecily and John, put Lydia to bed, and the three of them were talking. Suddenly, a bat started flying around the living room. John chased it out of the room, and eventually trapped it. He may have accidentally killed it, and felt badly about that.

A couple nights later, on an extremely muggy Monday night/Tuesday morning, I was lying down in the guest bedroom, directly under the ceiling fan, but was not sleeping. Carol came in and thought there might be a bat in our bedroom. I got Carol my spare racquetball racquet from the office. Suddenly, the flying mammal was in the hallway, circling Carol, with her using the racquet to keep it at bay, AND to close the other bedroom doors. I found a shoebox in the office, which I used to change the bat’s pattern. It flew towards the now-closed bedroom, flew back towards Carol, who (there’s no better word) batted it down, and put the racquet on top of the bat. I took the shoebox and kept the bat on the floor while removing the racquet, slipped the shoebox top under the bat, and we sealed up the box, poking some holes in it. In the morning, Carol took it to the Health Department lab, where it was verified it was not rabid.

Those of you keeping score at home will note that this is now the FIFTH live bat in our house in five summers. You’d think we’d actually do something like this. We actually did the standing outside looking for the bats to return thing one night last year after that incident, but never saw them. Maybe we’re just too impatient to wait around looking towards the roof for two or three hours for several nights at dusk or later trying to see a fast-flying creature.

We DID get our then-contractor to agree to bat-proof the attic last fall, but he never followed through (thanks a lot, guy). Carol talked to our new contractor about it. He thinks it’s all a bit silly. After all, the chances of contact are minimal, and the chances of rabies are even more remote, he correctly noted. Carol replied that the chances of an untreated contact from a rabid bat being fatal is about 100%.

Bat-proofing: this year, for sure.
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I wonder if Julie Hembeck ever had to deal with bats?

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