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September 2005 Archive



30 September - Dime Novels

The Brand of Cain - Dime Novel
The Brand of Cain or The Wandering Jew of the Plains

Wonderful stuff at Stanford U's
Dime Novel and Story Paper Collection. I especially like the very detailed subject index, which lists the collection by such fascinating topics as Animals - Sea Monsters, Boys - Being Abducted (and also Boys - Being Boys. And Girls - Being Abducted are available, too, of course. Oh! And don't forget Men - Oblivious or Occupations - Cannibal. Via Boing Boing.

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29 September - First Blurb

Here's
the first comment in print on Animals Aloft that I've found so far, on AliWilliams' Adventures in Wanderlust:
Am updating our editorial library catalog. WHEE. I find myself reading snippets of each book as I log it in. Many of these don't belong in our editorial library, but we keep 'em because they're sent by overly-ambitious publicists and no one here felt like yoinking them. And I am philosophically opposed to throwing away books.

But seriously, we have... Animals Aloft (pictures of dogs in biplanes, that entertained me for a good quarter-hour)...


Oh... just a quarter-hour? But... it was a good quarter-hour, though, right? The next few weeks may be a bit difficult for me.

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27 September - Book Bargain

Misfire the Kitten
Misfire the kitten, from Animals Aloft

Here's a bargain - Starr Books in Cambridge, Mass,
is offering a copy of Animals Aloft for the low low price of $14.45. It must be a review copy, since the book won't be out officially 'til October 25.

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25 September - What a Friend We Have in Janus

Worshipping Janus

The good god Janus is invoked in a brief but powerfully moving scene from the HBO series Rome. According to
Janus in Roman Life and Cult by Bessie Rebecca Burchett, Janus was represented as a double-faced individual only on the coinage - statues did not show Him thusly. In fact, He wasn't imagined as having a human figure at all, but was thought of as being embodied as the arch which carried His name, the Janus Geminus. But any positive portrayal of Janus in the media is much appreciated, anyway.

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24 September - Annals of Marketing

Cap, Cat and Cigar
Photograph by Winthrop P.,
Washington Grove Pacer Farm

See, I'm not making anything on this deal, anyway - as noted previously, I wrote Animals Aloft as a salaried employee of the Janus Museum, which cut a deal with the National Air and Space Museum - so all of those fat royalties will be split between both institutions, while yours truly is still living on store brand macaroni and cheese. I don't even get the glory, since, as noted previously, my name doesn't even appear on the damn book, nor even my picture.

So when I suggested to the marketing geniuses that some classy Animals Aloft merchandise might be a good idea, it was entirely for the good of the project. I was thinking calendars, tee shirts, maybe some cute stuffed animals from the book like Gilmore the lion or Kiddo the airship cat or Tailwind the tragic woodchuck. When I heard that the marketing geniuses had decided to sell a ballcap (or a prole cap, if you prefer), I'm like, OK, that's a start - the kids love the ballcaps nowadays. I could wear a cap that says "Animals Aloft" on it - that'd be fun, and stuff. So a sample cap arrives today - Gus models it in the picture above as Cat Leroy recoils in disgust from the aroma of Gus' Lucifer Stencho cigar. And, see, it doesn't have the book title on it - too, too obvious; it's got the ISBN, the International Standard Book Number finely embroidered on it. Swell, just swell. That ought to sell a boatload of books. Not that I care, I really really don't.

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21 September - The Reason Why

The Prole Cap Delineated

I'm sure that, like me, you sometimes wonder why these kids wear their damn ballcaps backwards. Paul Fussell, author of The Great War and Modern Memory and Thank God for the Atom Bomb, explains it cogently in Class, his witty guide to the American status system:
Proles take to visor caps instintively, which accounts for the vast popularity among them of what we must call simply the prole cap. This is the "baseball" cap made largely of plastic meshwork in primary colors (red, blue, yellow) with, in the rear, an open space crossed by a strap for self-adjustment: "One Size Fits All [Proles]." ... The little strap at the rear is the significant prole feature in that it demeans the buyer and user, making him do the work formerly thought the obligation of the seller, who used to have to stock numerous sizes... To achieve even greater ugliness, the prole will sometimes wear his cap back to front. This places the strap in full view transecting the wearer's forehead, as if pride in the one-size-fits-all gadget were motivating him to display the cap's "technology" and his own command of it.

Excellent book; charming illustrations, like the one above, by Martim de Avillez. Buy Class
here and help support the Janus Museum's American Studies Division. Class came out in 1983 - I'm astounded to realize that the custom of wearing caps backward has survived so long.

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20 September - Flyleaf Rage

Gilmore the Lion and Friend
Gus Norbeck (right), posing as "Allan Janus", with Gilmore the Lion.
Photograph by Eric Long, National Air and Space Museum.


I really wonder why a guy would write a book when he can just jump off a bridge, instead - I really do.
As mentioned previously, Animals Aloft, the book that I wrote as a joint Janus Museum/National Air and Space Museum venture, does not actually bear my own name - the author is stated to be "Allan Janus", which was thought by the marketing geniuses to be a more marketable name than "Tibor Szégy-Légy", for some reason. Well, I've just received an advance copy of the book. Of course, I immediately flipped to the flyleaf to admire my author portrait, which I had taken at my own expense at the local Olan Mills. Instead, to my horror, I see the photograph reproduced above, of that great idiot Gus Norbeck, the Janus Museum's maintenance man, posing as "Allan Janus" - all done in great secrecy, of course. Why? I managed to croak to the publisher - oh, Gus was thought to be "more authorial-looking, more distinguished" than me and "not as obese" as I am. Christ... Gus can't even write a shopping list - he moves his lips when he reads - he's a moron, for crying out loud. Whereas I am a graduate cum laude of Monocacy Community College. Well, I don't care - it makes not a jot of nevermind to me. But I intend to go to the book-signing at the Kathleen Ewing Gallery in December and watch "the author" misspell his "own" name - using a crayon, I bet.

Other than that, the book looks really good.

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20 September - Assorted Bummers

A day of disappointments, which I'm bearing in an admirable stoic manner. I did not win a
MacArthur Foundation grant again this year. And last evening, while visiting neighbors, I slipped and hurt my foot - not the gouty one, thank gods. The foot is swollen and throbbing, and the "doctor" at the "health plan" that the Janus Museum uses won't see me today. My self-prescibed therapeutics involve a heat pad, ibuprofen, and slivovitz. It is hard to be so brave. On the upside, though, the grilled cheese and porkloin sandwich I made for lunch was splendid, simply splendid.

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18 September - Squid Cinema

The Calamari Wrestler
A tender moment from The Calamari Wrestler

The Calamari Wrestler (Ika Resuraa) is not your typical Girl Meets Squid flick - think of a sort of cephalopod Rocky - Yojimbo mashup with bonus squid ink jokes and you're on the right track. A famous wrestler is reborn as a squid and attempts to revive his career, and also get his relationship with his girlfriend restarted. Can he withstand the cynical manipulations of Japanese wrestling management? Can he survive the vicious pummeling of his archenemy, a giant boxing shrimp? And just how does a squid make it with a human-type girl? Plus, a bonus music video. Don't miss it.
Buy it here, and help support the Janus Museum's superb marine biology programs. UPDATE - Here's a good review in the New York Times.

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18 September - Sales Rank Hath its Privilege

I've heard that many authors become obsessed with their sales rank as plotted by Amazon.com. I have to say that I'm not as you would say obsessed with the sales rank of
Animals Aloft since I only check it out about 20 times a day. Partially because, since AA hasn't been published yet, sales haven't been real brisk, and watching the rank slide down into 8 millionth place isn't very good for morale. But there have been some pre-orders in the last couple of days - many thanks to any friends of the blog who have placed orders - and the sales rank has been shooting up - it now stands at a giddy 63,683rd place (12:20 PM, EST). One may track the tome's sales progress through the day through the services of Rankforest. It also serves as a good indicator of my current mood - smiling and happy when the little curve is pointing up; whiney and fretful when a-coming down. Oh! I know what would be fun! Open up a browser window to AA's Rankforest page, then, in another window (or a separate tab, if you're using Firefox), go to Animals Aloft page at Amazon.com. Purchase a copy or two, and then watch what happens to the sales rank - isn't that a delightful pastime? And the whole family can play!

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17 September - Hitler, the Green Fuhrer

Adolf Misses the Frogs

It's well known that Hitler, despite his many grievous faults, did have a couple of more admirable traits - he was a vegetarian (though there is
a revisionist viewpoint) and a non-smoker. In another fascinating anecdote from the pages of history, we find that the Fuhrer was also an early enviromentalist:
There was an Egyptian plague of mosquitoes in the marshy east, and we were not spared in Rastenburg [Hitler's east front headquarters, also known as Wolfsschanze, the Wolf's Lair]. It was so bad that our sentries wore mosquito nets covering their faces. In addition to the mosquitoes, there were large numbers of frogs, too, and every night they would give tremendous concerts. But then one evening they were silent. It was a day or two before Hitler noticed it, but then he inquired the reason.

It appeared that some department or other had started a campaign against the mosquitoes by pouring hundreds of gallons of petrol into their pools. No doubt that destroyed many larvae which would afterwards have become mosquitoes, but there were more than enough left; in fact so many still that you hardly noticed any difference. But the effect on the frogs had been devastating; they had been wiped out altogether - hence the dead silence at nights, broken only by the whine of mosquitoes. Hitler was furious.

"Did you ever know such idiots!" he exclaimed. "They set out to kill mosquitoes, but instead they kill all the frogs, which feed on thousands of mosquitoes daily."

After that the ponds and pools had to be cleaned out, and the frogs reintroduced.


See - one person can make a difference. From Hitler's Pilot, by Hans Bauer, translated by Edward Fitzgerald.

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17 September - The Roar of the Greasepaint, The Smell of the Catbox

Yuri Kuklachev of the Moscow Cats Theatre, with Cat
Yuri Kuklachev, Moscow Cats Theatre, with Cat.
Photograph by Sara Krulwich, New York Times


The New York Times reports
the exciting news that the famous Moscow Cat Theatre is in town, at the Tribeca Performing Arts Center through October 30. The impresario, Yuri Kuklachev, got the idea for a cat circus in 1971 by watching a stray cat begging for food by walking on her hind legs and turning somersaults. He adopted her, named her Strelka (crass commercial note: there was a Soviet dog cosmonaut named Strelka - featured in Animals Aloft)) and performed with her in the Moscow State Circus. He founded the Cats Theatre in 1990; it now features a company of 120 cats, of whom 26 traveled with him to New York, along with 2 dogs. They perform a repertoire of acts, including "Cats from Outer Space" and "Nutcracker" - I never liked "Nutcracker", but a performance by cats would be a different kettle of tunafish entirely. Here's the discription of another act from the Times article:
The story of "Queen of the Cats" is a kind of allegory, Mr. Kuklachev explained. He plays a painter who goes to sleep and dreams that aliens arrive from outer space in a U.F.O. and try to steal his cats.

At one point, one of the cats stands on a mirrored ball that looks as if it has been borrowed from "Saturday Night Fever." She is emitting "rays of goodness," he said, spreading kindness throughout the world.


Awwwww... Well, the article left me wondering if Max and Maxine, the Museum's Museum Cats, might be cut out for careers in show biz; I ran through their own repertory of tricks - they come when you call them, if they feel like it. If you put out kibble, they'll eat it, if they're hungry. Maxine will run up a tree, when she's in the mood. If you stroke Max's belly, he'll bite you. Yes, yes, it's not terribly entertaining, I know. But a guy, especially a cat owner, can dream.

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15 September - More Light

Strange Light in the Circle

A beautiful but sinister light prevailed in the Washington Grove environs last evening, reminiscent of
another occasion the summer before last. Nothing untoward happened - no tempest or tornado, to say nothing of storm and stress; and Hurricane Ophelia is far to the south. The sun set in the regular way, the evening lo mein and dumplings arrived and were consumed, the museum cats settled in for the evening, and we watched a couple of episodes of The Pallisers - Glencora got in trouble again! Lopez acted beastly and got his comeuppance! Plantagenet, the great principled muff, was terribly decent about everything.

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14 September - On Velvet

Memento Mori et Tiki
Memento Mori et Tiki, from Flickr

Here's an excellent
Flickr gallery of paintings on velvet - Elvis, of course, and a Yoda Elvis, too. Also dogs playing poker, Shiva, Newt Gingrich, Hitler, Karl Rove and Joseph Smith. Plus, a wild fasces with hearts. Via Boing Boing.

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10 September - Kittens vs. Painted Dancing Boys

Here's another fascinating anecdote from the pages of history:
Seventeenth-century travellers and diplomats who succeeded in reaching the glittering Safavid court of Shah Abbas at Isfahan were dumbfounded, for after many wearisome months struggling across the barren wastes of Central Asia they were confronted by unparalleled splendours. Their memoirs also recorded a curious custom designed to refresh revellers at the Shah's table. Between the courses, by way of diversion, a basket of kittens (Persian of course) were often circulated, the guests fondling the little creatures ecstatically. Cats were ever the Persians' especial delight, and at the banquets they provided a kind of furry variation to the customary undulating houris or their rivals, the painted dancing boys. All of them were seen as a deténte between the sumptuous sequence of gold, jewel-studded dishes the Shah, "Allah's Shadow on Earth", offered the assemblage crouched before him on silken rugs beside pearl-tasselled bolsters.

By Lesley Branch,
From Wilder Shores: The Tables of My Travels, quoted in The Faber Book of Food, edited by Colin Spencer and Claire Clifton - highly recommended, if one enjoys reading about grub.

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9 September - Book Forthcoming

Animals Aloft, Bunker Hill Publishing
Animals Aloft by "Allan Janus"

We've mentioned a mysterious book project here from time to time; finally, all may now be revealed. The Janus Museum farmed out my services to the National Air and Space Museum, a fairly well known institution in Washington DC. Over a period of months, I went through the Museum's archives' extensive photographic collections and selected choice images of animals, of which there was a surprising number for an ostensibly aerospace-themed museum - the Archives Division staff was incredibly helpful and supportive. I also wrote the witty and yet powerfully moving captions for the images. Despite all of my expectations, the project has not yet been killed, and Animals Aloft will appear on bookshelves everywhere on October 25. You can order a copy here, and thereby help support the Janus Museum's far-reaching literary and artistic activities. As I noted previously, though, my name will not appear on the book at all - it was thought by various marketing geniuses that "Allan Janus" has "greater name recognition" then my own honorable name; that "Allan Janus" is "associated in the public's mind with fine photography", forsooth. And I was told that my own name has "too many consonants" and that "diacriticals confuse the printers". Christ, what a life.

Nevertheless, it'll be an excellent book, perfect for holiday giving. And that link where one may order a copy or two, is, once more, here.

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9 September - Gulf War III

Natural Disaster
Via
J-Walk Blog

Like all sentient Americans, my thoughts this week have been a torrent of emotion - overwhelming sadness and anger, mainly. I have nothing useful or constructive to add to all that's been said or written so far - there are far more able voices out there. Besides the obvious news sites, I particulary recommend Political Animal. Perspective from the other side of the aisle can be found on Instapundit. There are good eyewitness reports being published in Boing Boing. However, I reserve the right to boil over occasionally. Today, though, I'll just leave it to Molly Ivins:
To use a fine Southern word, it's tacky to start playing the blame game before the dead are even counted. It is not too soon, however, to make a point that needs to be hammered home again and again, and that is that government policies have real consequences in people's lives.

This is not "just politics" or blaming for political advantage. This is about the real consequences of what governments do and do not do about their responsibilities. And about who winds up paying the price for those policies...


Don't forget to give.

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4 September - Kittens of Washington Grove

Dylan, one of Cat Abby's Kittens

This is Dylan, another
one of Cat Abby's kittens, drawing himself up in fear at the sight of Cat Leroy, of all people. All of Abby's kittens have been adopted, but we're pleased that several of them are settled with Washington Grove families, so we hope we'll run across them from time to time.

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3 September

Leaving New Orleans
AP Photo

Here's
a list of charities.

Here's a tune - New Orleans Shuffle (streaming Real Audio format), John Fahey and his Orchestra, from After the Ball.

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1 September - Countdown

Read Kevin Drum's
timeline of the administration's deft handling of FEMA and the New Orleans flood control projects over at Political Animal. Here are some highlights:
2001: FEMA designates a major hurricane hitting New Orleans as one of the three "likeliest, most catastrophic disasters facing this country."

Summer 2004: FEMA denies Louisiana's pre-disaster mitigation funding requests. Says Jefferson Parish flood zone manager Tom Rodrigue: "You would think we would get maximum consideration... This is what the grant program called for. We were more than qualified for it."

June 2004: The Army Corps of Engineers budget for levee construction in New Orleans is slashed. Jefferson Parish emergency management chiefs Walter Maestri comments: "It appears that the money has been moved in the president's budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that's the price we pay."

June 2005: Funding for the New Orleans district of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers is cut by a record $71.2 million. One of the hardest-hit areas is the Southeast Louisiana Urban Flood Control Project, which was created after the May 1995 flood to improve drainage in Jefferson, Orleans and St. Tammany parishes.

And Kevin's summation:
Actions have consequences. No one could predict that a hurricane the size of Katrina would hit this year, but the slow federal response when it did happen was no accident. It was the result of four years of deliberate Republican policy and budget choices that favor ideology and partisan loyalty at the expense of operational competence. It's the Bush administration in a nutshell.

Read the whole thing.

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1 September - Katrina Links

Friend of the Museum Richard Thompson has alerted us to
Terry Teachout's blog, which has a good summary of reports, links to Gulf Coast bloggers, and to charity sites. Truth Laid Bear also has a list of charities.

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