tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79595282258697734602024-03-05T21:31:27.265-08:00Compulsively AimlessCompulsively Aimless is devoted to amateur attempts at short poems and random excursions through my bookshelf. The book lists in no way represent complete, well-thought out collection on any particular subject but are what I happen to have on my shelf. Expect lists devoted to travel, adventure, America, history and the unusual. Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-53838196819407020092024-02-18T11:39:00.000-08:002024-02-18T11:39:18.700-08:00The Physical Life of Books<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">One thing I enjoy about a physical book versus a digital version is that the book can share its own story. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlm2Ilmrk0SLx0h8-sbktINMCU-uL8CuoOjHTm8kTrGvLPpSUI7xAVe4hVmdQcATyd3qnN3r3yNAFDgJPeLe_aHbntmeBREEp-xXH-s9x5pXoYrQIFBmYt3bgm1dtEVTRWp-FWos7ykDyuMJ9-ET0kqBrI8nPXrSnXOYQCJWetkwAI5ol-LEP7ywxcUDX/s4032/image_50416129(1).JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlm2Ilmrk0SLx0h8-sbktINMCU-uL8CuoOjHTm8kTrGvLPpSUI7xAVe4hVmdQcATyd3qnN3r3yNAFDgJPeLe_aHbntmeBREEp-xXH-s9x5pXoYrQIFBmYt3bgm1dtEVTRWp-FWos7ykDyuMJ9-ET0kqBrI8nPXrSnXOYQCJWetkwAI5ol-LEP7ywxcUDX/w300-h400/image_50416129(1).JPG" width="300" /></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I recently finished, <i>Wind
in this Sahara</i> by R.V.C. Bodley purchased for one dollar at a thrift store in Alexandria, Virginia. It’s the story of an Englishman, between the world wars, who decides to live among
the bedouin tribes of north Africa for seven years, apparently on the advice of TE Lawrence. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwyREjKLt-9KNFcuUnl1taTUpG3zMa4Z9aZxbSUrqDOAOSFBvngc0Ax2e4RymJ8NkzfX9dC_JKbuyQarNhJkttOLq9fzc4ZzqD7kwLfbb1cWAxXTqIMvyo3uWQ9EIrg2Qxw4FnBgZAbalWtN_MNdtXZ92CVUiEouVBHFqm5FfC7Yfg_eBpDWRcfvYD-i9/s3792/image_50419457(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2299" data-original-width="3792" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwyREjKLt-9KNFcuUnl1taTUpG3zMa4Z9aZxbSUrqDOAOSFBvngc0Ax2e4RymJ8NkzfX9dC_JKbuyQarNhJkttOLq9fzc4ZzqD7kwLfbb1cWAxXTqIMvyo3uWQ9EIrg2Qxw4FnBgZAbalWtN_MNdtXZ92CVUiEouVBHFqm5FfC7Yfg_eBpDWRcfvYD-i9/s320/image_50419457(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">The book itself was printed in
the United States in1944 and, because it was during a war time in America, required lighter
paper, and the text was more condensed on each page to save paper. On its inner pages is an inscription that it had been
donated as a gift to the Atchison, Kansas public library by Mr. and Mrs.
John Breaky (sp?) and the librarian's notation in pencil assigning a Dewey Decimal designation. Although the library card is no longer in the pocket and there's telling how many times it had been borrow out, it leaves you to wonder how many readers of Atchison, Kansas may have borrowed it. </span><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeksVApDEKsalWAkBVRFWVLv1R735TPQAQHgbbRC6wVzaYQjqHkBsP6TyoUWOIBdHzM8Exa6gaDYG8ELXC2Wyh8hh-vveDC5g42zYXxQnETdWTGgzhMT-RH1liGXElJD18CV4WGuf12iusX-xjJUrTIAXynFu59rPiJtHB7HapZVXQuzsuyTq8BawJwhm/s4032/image_50410753.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeksVApDEKsalWAkBVRFWVLv1R735TPQAQHgbbRC6wVzaYQjqHkBsP6TyoUWOIBdHzM8Exa6gaDYG8ELXC2Wyh8hh-vveDC5g42zYXxQnETdWTGgzhMT-RH1liGXElJD18CV4WGuf12iusX-xjJUrTIAXynFu59rPiJtHB7HapZVXQuzsuyTq8BawJwhm/s320/image_50410753.JPG" width="240" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"> Finally, there's a <b>Withdrawn </b>stamp when library decided the book
was no longer to be kept in circulation. Once it was taken out of the Library's collection, it would have been sold or donated and made it's way to a reader's library. Finally, it was eventually donated to the thrift shop where I
purchased it. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A book telling it's own story. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHIJwmOxVHeOXFEhJPyC-vPqAryzRJbwjYW3c4gAulXjLP4DdsMTPq7f432PdUQO5DBF5o9HJujUHo8vpzKzljF5tWHloo64X1-NoFrpddmFlfoXJGWCYvOgJGxwu-ro09qjRtTePvjMgtO8N_KEPy3CQBhIEEJRrj1W5bkNN1vgNKpr9cIKXqcF1A9RD/s4032/image_50355713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHIJwmOxVHeOXFEhJPyC-vPqAryzRJbwjYW3c4gAulXjLP4DdsMTPq7f432PdUQO5DBF5o9HJujUHo8vpzKzljF5tWHloo64X1-NoFrpddmFlfoXJGWCYvOgJGxwu-ro09qjRtTePvjMgtO8N_KEPy3CQBhIEEJRrj1W5bkNN1vgNKpr9cIKXqcF1A9RD/w246-h185/image_50355713.JPG" width="246" /></a></span></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EOHjhpz0axsLAZTLjJhFuZ5RwMxYZYagWKzzVH-OjqZmBlcUGW3B3oiK2NHqsOVGWixwJnDRYehVytgJpSlTtrnIbUnCpN0pByrS0bPB3_Z0uME0Ov8qLZjfp0RaMDjyeh-nawWFrux37EqM3i5mKDichUTmCisKAppyzc4y6-ibx88r9qPjxymGnYRU/s4032/image_50391553.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EOHjhpz0axsLAZTLjJhFuZ5RwMxYZYagWKzzVH-OjqZmBlcUGW3B3oiK2NHqsOVGWixwJnDRYehVytgJpSlTtrnIbUnCpN0pByrS0bPB3_Z0uME0Ov8qLZjfp0RaMDjyeh-nawWFrux37EqM3i5mKDichUTmCisKAppyzc4y6-ibx88r9qPjxymGnYRU/w195-h260/image_50391553.JPG" width="195" /></a></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-59289758047940852192024-02-11T05:32:00.000-08:002024-02-11T05:32:02.154-08:00Resume of Robert Zimmerman <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpW0ri52rI_yhY2RlUEnU2npHqeBvGNnVkyNH1wTDo2omKkROBdg_HY1-7nY8Clx3xNY5JLcqhfd2gyhvoniNZVYEt7lvJqVjOSaORgxOBU6q6Y6Oa25UNK3jEECHTG4-ri9aioYR9ZP42Owm8Ky7d2Fpwyl0TMfHYrMGYAP8hO0DQg5jEnI7QSsEInLH2/s709/IMG_5442.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="709" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpW0ri52rI_yhY2RlUEnU2npHqeBvGNnVkyNH1wTDo2omKkROBdg_HY1-7nY8Clx3xNY5JLcqhfd2gyhvoniNZVYEt7lvJqVjOSaORgxOBU6q6Y6Oa25UNK3jEECHTG4-ri9aioYR9ZP42Owm8Ky7d2Fpwyl0TMfHYrMGYAP8hO0DQg5jEnI7QSsEInLH2/s320/IMG_5442.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-90975014007972923052023-12-16T06:02:00.000-08:002023-12-16T06:19:13.870-08:002023 THEME: TIME, MEMORY, AND NOSTALGIA...ALSO NONSENSE<div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5CrGz6FcD23rLaGCZel78z3Pjkg7Fr17_vl41qSihVDwu2xubg0wxk6usWRm9mjJG-mYffvGV5tJRsN_7Np91lIQMby9XhFYNZYZTYnwf0bl0mO1ijXYTVdBm1jC2zQBqnmEkwK6hF_yxknERLQ92o9Zc-_3R5miOVbKR88JnZYX-SQuV6xs8FjcxB45/s714/IMG_5266.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="714" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5CrGz6FcD23rLaGCZel78z3Pjkg7Fr17_vl41qSihVDwu2xubg0wxk6usWRm9mjJG-mYffvGV5tJRsN_7Np91lIQMby9XhFYNZYZTYnwf0bl0mO1ijXYTVdBm1jC2zQBqnmEkwK6hF_yxknERLQ92o9Zc-_3R5miOVbKR88JnZYX-SQuV6xs8FjcxB45/w463-h308/IMG_5266.jpg" width="463" /></a></div>Looking back on my reading for 2023, if I find any themes for the year they would be time, memory, and nostalgia. A few of the quotes and observations I've written down from this year. </span><br /></div><div><div> </div><div> <span style="font-size: large;">Like watches ticking on the watches of dead soldiers.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Jean Cocteau</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;">If you live long enough, the process of memory ruthless condenses your experiences consigning much to oblivion.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Robert Kaplan, </i></span><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i>Adriatic: A Concert of Civilizations at the End of the Modern Age</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The alleys at night intimate chambers of of just remembered dreams and childhood</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>-- Robert Kaplan, </i></span><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i>Adriatic: A Concert of Civilizations at the End of the Modern Age</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;">Journey taken in youth inform the rest of our lives -- they are markers of of change in us as well as the rest of the world</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--WSJ, April ?, 2023</i></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><span style="font-size: large;">The lifetime that I've been lent</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">in idleness I've spent</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span> </span>--fragment of a poem that I can't recall attribution. </i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I had become my ancestors</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--The Growing Seasons, Samuel Hynes </i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Man, if he is ever any good never gets over being a boy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Sherwood Anderson</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Memories lengthen the land</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Walter Havighurst</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">When considering new innovations, the Supreme. Court must tread carefully so as not to embarrass the future.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">--<i>NW Airlines v. Minnesota</i>, 322 U.S. 292, 300 (1949) </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;">A library without members is a like a cemetery books. Books are like people. Without contact they cease to exist.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--can't remember attribution but I'd like to say Jorge Luis Broges</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">...at times there came a startled sense of wonder and unrealized opportunity.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Sherwood Anderson</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">...time is not cool...</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span> </span>--NPR interview with a </i></span><i><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span class="mw-page-title-main">Chanda Prescod-Weinstein (ok, I cheated on this one, it was aired in December 2022)</span></span></i><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My observations</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The right to be forgotten is a formula of truth verses time.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Time is the highway that memory travel down after the journey has been made.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Memory is more a poem than a transcript.</span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>These quotes don't fit into my themes but I'm adding anyway because I liked them enough to write down.</b> <br /></span></p><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Everyone is ignorant only on different subjects. <br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Will Rogers</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">There
is nothing as easy as denouncing...it doesn't take much to see
something is wrong but it takes some eyesight to see what will put it
right.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Will Rogers</i></span><br /></div><div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Courtesy is the very basis for all mutual respect and concord.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--Erasmus</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div><span style="font-size: large;">The hoi poloi's </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">hobledihoi</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> poo-pooed the hub-bub.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>--My best homemade nonsense sentence of 2023</i> </span></div><br /></div><h1 class="firstHeading mw-first-heading" id="firstHeading"><span class="mw-page-title-main"> </span></h1></div>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-12314709611935776912023-12-09T06:32:00.000-08:002023-12-09T06:32:06.946-08:00BAND NAMES<p><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQGXa5WgL-WAhn5KS-_as_Y5Wx92HRrybnUXvvN1DlW_ywKyuq1sw1M3tfx4HRu8Xde6NGe1UbCymxJmPrVNHSMbqKI0aK6pggQK1nyKsovFkcqCjlNbGjDAN0tDO9UqNYx453PeEae68a6RpVRbaxsUEoY8y6el9ZrjK6QHyUoHMMat3fOfTrsB9_qI0/s2730/IMG_1498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2381" data-original-width="2730" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQGXa5WgL-WAhn5KS-_as_Y5Wx92HRrybnUXvvN1DlW_ywKyuq1sw1M3tfx4HRu8Xde6NGe1UbCymxJmPrVNHSMbqKI0aK6pggQK1nyKsovFkcqCjlNbGjDAN0tDO9UqNYx453PeEae68a6RpVRbaxsUEoY8y6el9ZrjK6QHyUoHMMat3fOfTrsB9_qI0/w400-h349/IMG_1498.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /> </b></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have several pages of fictional band names and songs. </b><b>(A project that continues without direction or purpose.)</b><b> Here's another installment. <br /></b></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Awl Da Tyme</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Cherub Moolah</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Cake Bakers <br /></span></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Band Name or Microbrew?</b></span></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Night Deposit</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Dying Cloud</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Saturday on Mars<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">German Haircut</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Country Killing</span></li></ul><span style="font-size: large;"></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Legal Bands</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I saw these as actual band names earlier this year posted on a bulletin boards at the <b>George Washington Law School. <br /></b></span></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">International Shoe</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Attractive Nuisance</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: large;">I've not seen them perform but if they're still around I have a couple of song titles for them:</span></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Frolic and Detour</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Writ of Replevin</span></li></ul>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-75354716089187314562023-12-04T05:17:00.000-08:002023-12-04T19:51:34.794-08:00Quiz: How Devoted to Coffee are you?<p> </p><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuZ5WyexST8kNYmkTSeNit4JU5YxVQvV9-ioT2XGKeAYY1aIheDhyQNLSVZtPcWO7JktxHGFoeuWVBq-s9yytzKimkjVHNrviVW3Or4czR-yxeZc5-Jns5yEnR1407g3bfEdF6k5trPozI67V5Dy7NtJv05jf3lrCXMNubT8CZ_Ia-yJJFB4kBTlqj26D/s960/16996122_10211882584410831_8256396007381651170_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="960" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuZ5WyexST8kNYmkTSeNit4JU5YxVQvV9-ioT2XGKeAYY1aIheDhyQNLSVZtPcWO7JktxHGFoeuWVBq-s9yytzKimkjVHNrviVW3Or4czR-yxeZc5-Jns5yEnR1407g3bfEdF6k5trPozI67V5Dy7NtJv05jf3lrCXMNubT8CZ_Ia-yJJFB4kBTlqj26D/w400-h351/16996122_10211882584410831_8256396007381651170_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">1. Do you ever make a to-go cup of coffee for your drive to get coffee?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">2. Have you written more odes than haikus to coffee?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">3. Do you ever think about planning a vacation to Java?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">4. Do you drink coffee while sitting on the toilet?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">5. Have you named any of your children Mocha or Frappuccino?</span></div>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-87764425443280831362023-08-20T12:15:00.006-07:002023-08-20T12:15:57.230-07:00Michigan<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiula_nhaPLjpi_DGLdAYDNoUxxgOQC8E18HgM8cwbwq4zQsVGPVFVTrPP0oRY-sO4jl_HGcIB1O4rqKv5AvGn9GPqJ2eEYVTMYvJnbZ2HnDmdPv-4BGkCP6iC6PukKXZ-2p7ig0JzYP_NhZxlA0CU0NR710MPQnHky9vSi0zUWdKTMSG07rWO52MPL2wfJ/s3054/IMG-4735(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2935" data-original-width="3054" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiula_nhaPLjpi_DGLdAYDNoUxxgOQC8E18HgM8cwbwq4zQsVGPVFVTrPP0oRY-sO4jl_HGcIB1O4rqKv5AvGn9GPqJ2eEYVTMYvJnbZ2HnDmdPv-4BGkCP6iC6PukKXZ-2p7ig0JzYP_NhZxlA0CU0NR710MPQnHky9vSi0zUWdKTMSG07rWO52MPL2wfJ/w400-h385/IMG-4735(1).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Michigan is a modification of the words for "big lake" in Ojibwa and Algonquian languages.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>--Indian Names in Michigan, Virgil J. Vogel<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> <i>Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></i>--The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Gordan Lightfoot<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Michigan is my happy place. I have deep family roots there going back to the early settlers of western Michigan in the 1830s and over 50 summer in Leelenau county. Even so, I'm still learning more about "the mitten." Most people from the coasts may not think beyond Detroit and not know the state is more sand dunes, forests of pine an birch trees, and fresh water lakes. This summer I ventured to its farthest northern territory, Isle Royale and drove the Keewenau peninsula in the upper peninsula (a peninsula in a peninsula) learning about its rich copper mining history and stories of the Finnish community that settled there. I want to go back. More to explore. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A summary of some of my Michigan books:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b> Indian Names in Michigan, Virgil J. Vogel, </b>(The University of Michigan Press, 1986). <span class="Formatted">Vogel traces the origin of hundreds of Indian place names. He traces names from the Ojibwa, Ottawa, and Potowatomi as well as names from literature and legend ("Leelenau") and artificial "Indian" names ("Allegan"). You'll learn a lot of history while reading the origins of the names.<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b>Michigan: A Guide to the Wolverine State</b>, (American Guide Series, 1956). Wonderful collection of history and travel guide produced out of the WPA series on American states. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b>When Michigan was Young,</b> Ethel Rowan Fasquelle, (WM. B. Eerdman's Publishing Co., 1950). Stories of the first French explorers of Ottawa and Ojibwa customs, stories, and legends.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvN2_NkrdtFG_nQY1TDENrB_B8PWkKH8GWLxyyP2m97zHyBwURSHzBFFX96jtDNdnt1mcIYwqzmdoGDr7Wd1TM5Zb51UYbADtv9dJqsmPcwOaebivbIl4BUjGlIKqY3lo5GIuOjGZXoDWOQtstOKtPuAwgEUugTekZsfgWEreq8dtSXZV_SCEKPqkW7pTD/s4032/IMG-4736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvN2_NkrdtFG_nQY1TDENrB_B8PWkKH8GWLxyyP2m97zHyBwURSHzBFFX96jtDNdnt1mcIYwqzmdoGDr7Wd1TM5Zb51UYbADtv9dJqsmPcwOaebivbIl4BUjGlIKqY3lo5GIuOjGZXoDWOQtstOKtPuAwgEUugTekZsfgWEreq8dtSXZV_SCEKPqkW7pTD/w300-h400/IMG-4736.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b>Michigan: A History</b>, Bruce Cotton, (W.W. Norton, 1984). Originally part of series of state histories published for America's bicentennial. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b>Finns in Michigan,</b> Gary Kaunonen (Michigan State University Press, 2009). Part of a series, Disovering the Peoples of Michigan. I bought this book after a drive through the Keweenaw Peninsula and learned about the large population of Finns that emigrated to the UP in the late 1800s, many of whom worked in the copper mines. We had just driven through Hancock, where Findlandia University had just closed its doors at the end of the 2023 Spring semester.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b>Michigan's Upper Peninsula,</b> Josh Bishop, Moon Handbooks (Avalon Travel, year?). The upper peninsula deserves its own guide. I found this one used in Dog Eared Books, Northport, MI. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p><span class="Formatted"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Formatted"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Formatted"><br /></span></p><p><span class="Formatted"><br /></span></p><p> <br /></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-62946334535577106812023-07-09T08:33:00.007-07:002023-07-09T08:46:28.892-07:00Nautical Terms, Indy Pop Bands, and Microbrews<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0htybsiqjy0IcM7e-sxRSltwOKdvXXTv34-Tx-A5mlKGUu3kLuOlZOfMiWsqtxxbIK0PXlEvcmAGJNUHhcJW-TzLw7cn-zwEheJYyBQ0DhEAZO4FnM7LzGH-OG65-G-R80ey3oNIYTvpftpNgCaXsi4Q32sR7DsT80G-C3SvTxQPyOTgdxcAVEdn4tTdJ/s3469/IMG-4176.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3469" data-original-width="2472" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0htybsiqjy0IcM7e-sxRSltwOKdvXXTv34-Tx-A5mlKGUu3kLuOlZOfMiWsqtxxbIK0PXlEvcmAGJNUHhcJW-TzLw7cn-zwEheJYyBQ0DhEAZO4FnM7LzGH-OG65-G-R80ey3oNIYTvpftpNgCaXsi4Q32sR7DsT80G-C3SvTxQPyOTgdxcAVEdn4tTdJ/w456-h640/IMG-4176.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Third in a series of unexpected installments to
repurpose archaic terms for the names of <b>Indy Pop Bands </b>or <b>Micro Brew Beers</b>. This time naval terms from the <b><i>Naval Terms and Definitions</i></b> by Commander C.C. Soul, U.S.N. (Second Edition, 1926), <a href="https://compulsivelyaimless.blogspot.com/search?q=naval">previously reviewed</a> in an earlier blog. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Jibber the Kibber*</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Runner and Tackle</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Spanish Burton</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Double Bottoms</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Eyebolt</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Monkey Gaff</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Man Ropes</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Preventer (mistyped and misheard as Perverter and Prefer Her)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Rose Lashing</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Tanner Blish Machine</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Against the Sun</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Parbuckle</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Squilgee</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Eye-Splice</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Shaft and Alley <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Snorter</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Ice Blink</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Recognition Signal</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Keep her so</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Heave 'round </span><br /></p><p>*the only term not to come out of Naval Terms and Definitions <br /></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-14670491912529847702023-07-01T07:55:00.005-07:002023-07-01T07:58:24.305-07:00WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?*<p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKV_eBlt-5L4ovZdcVT4SZ6rrwNSu-q0VoNWbu1CMnQgyGcoMmOttwaYnkGtw1ZFv9HLqVnPAr1oCvwixRqRYZHRCV7oNxl2uvWwQjTlSf-R_7dWz4scMVju_fo7ctw3RJkJxqq30n62Cn4fkv4GaxAZVDNbslD2pqPThps5jW_MUXKmj155BCQ9t7wVdF/s1200/24%20American%20Crayons%20-%20inside%20box%20(my%20collection).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="1200" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKV_eBlt-5L4ovZdcVT4SZ6rrwNSu-q0VoNWbu1CMnQgyGcoMmOttwaYnkGtw1ZFv9HLqVnPAr1oCvwixRqRYZHRCV7oNxl2uvWwQjTlSf-R_7dWz4scMVju_fo7ctw3RJkJxqq30n62Cn4fkv4GaxAZVDNbslD2pqPThps5jW_MUXKmj155BCQ9t7wVdF/w562-h297/24%20American%20Crayons%20-%20inside%20box%20(my%20collection).jpg" width="562" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>What’s your favorite color? This may be the most innocuous ice-breaker to open a conversation with a child or ask on a first date. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>A survey of ten countries across four continents shows that one color – blue – is the most popular answer, whether it is in Great Britain, China, or Indonesia. The best selling crayons of all time, Crayola Crayons gives us a choice of 64 colors. Cognitive experts have shown that we can see about 100 levels of red-green and 100 levels of yellow-blue, with thousands more variations for levels of light and dark. They calculate that the total number of colors the human eye can perceive is as much as 10 million. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Color is how we express our moods. I’ve got the blues. Shakespeare coined, green with envy. Color is associated with national identity. Dutch Olympic athletes always wear orange. A patriotic American is said to bleed red, white, and blue. Color influences what we eat. Comedian George Carlin once did a comedy routine asking where is the blue food? We use color for short hand expressions of political parties. Is that a red state or blue state? Or a symbol of a revolution. <i>Better Red than dead</i>. And of course sports teams have their colors, the most popular being red. In some cases, universities like Cornell or Denison are simply known on the athletic field as Big Red.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Color is introduced to stimulate children’s creativity. There are subject matter experts who are called upon to select the right calming colors for hotels, public buildings, and our homes. Color therapy is used to help unsettled patients work through their issues. Painters would not exist with color. And even writers and poets could not do their work without color. The counterculture celebrates the intense colors of a psychedelic experience. Television network NBC adopted a peacock fanning its tail as its mascot to market their innovation of living color. Likewise, Motels in the 1960s specially advertised on their signs, All Rooms with Color TV. Four percent of the population has synesthesia, a cognitive condition where letters and numbers are perceived to have inherent colors. <span> </span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Color is so embedded in our cognitive process we may even forget when we are using it in our everyday language: green thumb, pink slip, blue collar job, white collar crime, yellow bellied, golden opportunity, white elephant, red tape, and silver screen. <span> </span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>Color is deeply rooted in daily associations. Americans want their paper money green. School buses and pencils should be yellow. Fire engines must be engines red. The first rule of driving school is green means go, red means stop. Traditional colors at baby showers have been blue for boys, pink for girls. Pink also goes with fantasy as in seeing a pink elephant. Orange life vests are universally recognized as a signal for safety and rescue. White in western cultures means purity and the traditional color of a wedding dress, while in eastern cultures, it is associated with death. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>And the world of color continues to grow with the help of scientists. A team of chemists at Oregon State University, was experimenting with rare earth elements while developing materials for use in electronics in 2009 accidentally created the pigment YInMn Blue. Named after its components — Yttrium, Indium, and Manganese -- it was the first new chemically-made pigment in two centuries.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>In talking about my book <i>Color Capital of the World</i>, I even got to play a fun color association game on <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://open.spotify.com/episode/2cPTDkXSc0nQs4whLy0KW9?si=xIZSl0kNRlK6ghEKsV8dAw" target="_blank">Inner Loop Radio [link] </a></span>with founders Rachel Coonce and Courtney Sexton.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span>In researching my book, here are a couple of books I came across that tell the stories of color, its symbolism in culture and importance in history. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Iis-f70Jj0hwklvjV8gHRlCPkq9GVc8aCnPP4GrJtbz4lJVJPCPRcOyEu933fc8T-zztqPaRMkWBvt26vDbwg5pKcUrSi7BcZh5AI1R96Q9ws3M7VdOUd77LsAnXgzDDwz0KyHRiZfnW2DmW092FwBpuxLMQvi3p9kdwWmM_nBzwTCJYCV8hbVAJ2MaO/s635/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-01%20at%2010.46.55%20AM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="635" data-original-width="443" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Iis-f70Jj0hwklvjV8gHRlCPkq9GVc8aCnPP4GrJtbz4lJVJPCPRcOyEu933fc8T-zztqPaRMkWBvt26vDbwg5pKcUrSi7BcZh5AI1R96Q9ws3M7VdOUd77LsAnXgzDDwz0KyHRiZfnW2DmW092FwBpuxLMQvi3p9kdwWmM_nBzwTCJYCV8hbVAJ2MaO/w279-h400/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-01%20at%2010.46.55%20AM.png" width="279" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />The Secret Lives of Color</b>, Kassia St. Clair (2016). <span class="Formatted">St.Clair uses stories to describes 75 various shades of color families such as Lead Whit to Beige, Blonde, Baker-Miller pink to Amaranth<b>. </b>Her stories have strong historical connections such as white protected against the plague, charcoal on the cave walls at Lascaux, scarlet women to imperial purple. Bought new online. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b> </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b> <br /></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzWPLXForb3SxLKoGYfTX26vjfyXTadhYDKUOWIC7BwJ7LGX8EwAL8zUPxobON9zEmMul_G2yb5msTx_K0S4O_m4t4iJKaFuzimy3Mzpu7HPydRroIsUYS5KIkrj-JIlzglYpIXJ5fScG-0ysbVBJKP6pdeCXsBYovtQnrNvwhfJrWTKnF9LNwl7YGgLy/s502/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-01%20at%2010.48.24%20AM.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="332" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzWPLXForb3SxLKoGYfTX26vjfyXTadhYDKUOWIC7BwJ7LGX8EwAL8zUPxobON9zEmMul_G2yb5msTx_K0S4O_m4t4iJKaFuzimy3Mzpu7HPydRroIsUYS5KIkrj-JIlzglYpIXJ5fScG-0ysbVBJKP6pdeCXsBYovtQnrNvwhfJrWTKnF9LNwl7YGgLy/w265-h400/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-01%20at%2010.48.24%20AM.png" width="265" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b>The World According to Colour: A Cultural History, </b>James Fox </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted">(2021).<b> </b>British author, James Fox ("Colour" is the giveaway) t</span><span class="Formatted">akes seven primary colors—black, red, yellow,
blue, white, purple, and green—and explores the origins of each their symbolism throughout history. 25 beautiful color pictures from a red hand painted in the Chauvet Cave in France to Hollywood's use of Black and White in westerns. </span><span class="Formatted">Bought second-hand on a Sunday afternoon at an open air flea market in London's Southbank neighborhood. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b> </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b> </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted"><b></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOmzWgu89URfd85nhPz3lX-sypoHj0Xc7e8n7ggQTcXJI5gqsnI153STPHxX0v31AE6AWO3i6iQODrYNvWbHV3_De0bkednRn0Lec9tL5B-jONcL-OXgEBu_MH7NlEFG6dJgsj53Z-JyFruWm-qyX8rtD2mf1b_i7F9TfYiFxnGk_P2M6Ms6T__C_3fTF/s604/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-01%20at%2010.50.12%20AM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="237" data-original-width="604" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOmzWgu89URfd85nhPz3lX-sypoHj0Xc7e8n7ggQTcXJI5gqsnI153STPHxX0v31AE6AWO3i6iQODrYNvWbHV3_De0bkednRn0Lec9tL5B-jONcL-OXgEBu_MH7NlEFG6dJgsj53Z-JyFruWm-qyX8rtD2mf1b_i7F9TfYiFxnGk_P2M6Ms6T__C_3fTF/w400-h158/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-01%20at%2010.50.12%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Paint Chip Poetry: A Game of Color and Wordplay, </b>Lea Redmond. Not a book but a game with 400 paint chip cards and prompt cards meant to inspire impromptu poetry and wordplay. Bought new at Potter's House books in Washington, DC. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted">========================================= <br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Formatted">*If you're reading this in the U.K, <i>What's Your Favourite Colour?<b><br /></b></i></span></span></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-25297882542733915682023-06-11T18:10:00.005-07:002023-07-09T08:19:55.139-07:00Archetectural Terms, Indy Pop Bands, and Microbrews<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S59MZarQZKvrEd8joBeExUvu0Hq_0lknG8KmOUZVhA9hPG0G5NwjCOa9DO4D_AyOhDkigmHBd34ztl_AIpRJdNYRJQRmzL_zio0PwXNxs7NjOL_LEc4HI5c5oCnWWudRP-JXwkHSi37jRjsT63rrqrn8ZkczI3dVz77LahQanY99Lnluc3OGCmWcLQ/s506/Screen%20Shot%202023-06-11%20at%209.01.01%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="506" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S59MZarQZKvrEd8joBeExUvu0Hq_0lknG8KmOUZVhA9hPG0G5NwjCOa9DO4D_AyOhDkigmHBd34ztl_AIpRJdNYRJQRmzL_zio0PwXNxs7NjOL_LEc4HI5c5oCnWWudRP-JXwkHSi37jRjsT63rrqrn8ZkczI3dVz77LahQanY99Lnluc3OGCmWcLQ/w400-h278/Screen%20Shot%202023-06-11%20at%209.01.01%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">An unexpected second installment to repurpose archaic terms for as Indy Pop bands names or Micro brew beers. This time architecture terms. <br /></span><p></p><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Acanthus Scroll<br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Ashyler</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Baluster</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Bargeboard</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Battlements</span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Blind Arch</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Broken Pediment<br /></span></p><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Corinthian Order</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Egg and Dart</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Fenestration</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Festoon</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Hewn and Peg</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Nulling<br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Splat</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Stopped Flutes<br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Wattle and Daub</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-38440075469948127512023-06-08T03:19:00.002-07:002023-06-11T18:16:57.651-07:00Humanity App<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Names of people, products, places, and companies. Anything that gets a name. This post is a collection of riffs mostly about names of people I like from the books I've read so far this year. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">From the second book in Sir Osbert Sitwell's memoir, <i><b>Great Morning</b></i></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Miss Primrose</b></span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Miss Figglestone</b></span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sir Titus Tittlebyte</b></span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lady Viola Tree</b> and her daughters, <b>Iris </b>and <b>Felicity</b> and husband <b>Sir Herbert</b>. <i>They could be depended upon to supply an entertainment of the most delicious personal fantasy based on the flimsiest and most delicate foundation of sense. Lady Tree when offered two kinds of fish at dinner, 'Ye cannot serve both Cod and Salmon.'</i></span></li></ul><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Another icthyophoagous bon-mot when offered Haddock responded, 'Cry Haddock and let slip my dogs of war!'</i></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">On her death bed, she referred to her lawyer coming to her bedside to teach her <i>death duties.</i> <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">More names from another book, <i><b>Kearny's March</b></i></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Aquilla Glover,</b> helped rescue the Donner Party</span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Androsh Riedlemeyer</b></span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Karl Klopenhoof</b></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size: large;">From <i><b>Memoir: A History, Ben Yagoda</b></i><br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>The extremely minor writer <b>Augustus Hare</b> produced a staggering six volumes of memoir between 1896 and 1900, consisting in the words of critic <b>A.O.J. Cockshutt</b>, 'immense prolixity and innumerable boring anecdotes</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Were the Trails Run Out </b></i>by<i><b> </b></i><b>Blashford Snell.</b> Snell founded the Scientific Exploration Society. and Amongst his expeditions were the first descent of the Blue Nile, during which he invented white-water rafting 'by accident' (in 1968); crossing of the Darién Gap (1971 to 1972) and overseeing the first north–south vehicular journey from Alaska to Cape Horn; and a complete navigation of the Congo River (in 1974 to 1975).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Bonus Riffs<br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Part 14 in My Never-ending Series of Fictional Band Names</b></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Incineration, Heavy Metal Band </span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Rat Abatement, post-punk band debuting in the Seattle club scene with their song <i>Memory Yoda</i></span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Awl da Tymme, retro English folk trio with hit song, Amorous Lather</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Company Names</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">At the end of April, I was in Columbus Ohio for a book festival. Walking thorugh downtown noticing company names on the buildings such as Hexia and Encoving. I have not a clue what they do. It could be some very important work. Thinking back to early 1900s when a company name told you what it did, National Cash Register, Ford Motor Company, American Crayon Company. <b><br /></b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> ###</b></span></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-56221825563386534752023-06-03T07:41:00.002-07:002023-06-11T18:11:31.352-07:00Old Golf Clubs, Indy Pop Bands, and Microbrews<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wl0Ht_dYHdxalsKPttX5QFLXLVGIxNQs8e_3usYPImBCRvDpmeNkaRP9tN6YnbVXatVc_-JLRk-jGSZtzm2Nh5IIv3Oh1QFY46B3USJbJVNz9OkPR6AVIBuWDEMXzRXeG901UHP_bs17u-scRchxHZf3VEc7f5-NfnX_pSL2ByyigRqeGWMqP5oxJQ/s684/2C9316FF-9E36-46A0-9632-8FDDD2B5EB67.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="491" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wl0Ht_dYHdxalsKPttX5QFLXLVGIxNQs8e_3usYPImBCRvDpmeNkaRP9tN6YnbVXatVc_-JLRk-jGSZtzm2Nh5IIv3Oh1QFY46B3USJbJVNz9OkPR6AVIBuWDEMXzRXeG901UHP_bs17u-scRchxHZf3VEc7f5-NfnX_pSL2ByyigRqeGWMqP5oxJQ/w144-h200/2C9316FF-9E36-46A0-9632-8FDDD2B5EB67.jpeg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBls9E8TjF8eU_8QhW3IIaGlZjROkuOqdKikt5iGK5KLVjmjNxstHJzZ99QGVtZDmd37rPYbTuUsNlvOTfeOkxVJ-VyO576Wn35t1H_SAQa7UEID-FgcyqZ_6ROzB2ztXDUR-nKMAl5G-pRSe8imb6Op4Mcd0367warjZ8AclXvqwM0vmRllDfl7ZKw/s703/C4AF8CBA-9A92-4D8B-B200-DB3FB4231CD7.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="460" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBls9E8TjF8eU_8QhW3IIaGlZjROkuOqdKikt5iGK5KLVjmjNxstHJzZ99QGVtZDmd37rPYbTuUsNlvOTfeOkxVJ-VyO576Wn35t1H_SAQa7UEID-FgcyqZ_6ROzB2ztXDUR-nKMAl5G-pRSe8imb6Op4Mcd0367warjZ8AclXvqwM0vmRllDfl7ZKw/w131-h200/C4AF8CBA-9A92-4D8B-B200-DB3FB4231CD7.jpeg" width="131" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Is there opportunity in this world to repurpose Old Golf club names as Indy Pop bands (plural) or Micro brew beers (singular).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Spade Mashies</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Pitching Niblicks</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Wooden Cleeks</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Baffie Spoons</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Brassies </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Jiggers</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-25465880532318575762023-05-29T10:48:00.000-07:002023-05-29T10:48:01.543-07:00Full Metal Jacket<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "system-ui", ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0akdFr0llznyi7sAdh_trLcqQDjxMed4dvYeTfxl85vrWNzlx-G-oe2RTJtjK5M1-EtAaU8VIbSXSfdJfvrGpp4XvlIWwMBhuykk65stwtrdlQXhSwAbkfoIzqCvtJ5dj-S0rMb-azhrYv8jXygAjv0ISnele_HpvvX7i57hBZKjK7FEY1pTqVZP2dg/s2048/337411409_625065049457820_6235975103623870915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1798" data-original-width="2048" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0akdFr0llznyi7sAdh_trLcqQDjxMed4dvYeTfxl85vrWNzlx-G-oe2RTJtjK5M1-EtAaU8VIbSXSfdJfvrGpp4XvlIWwMBhuykk65stwtrdlQXhSwAbkfoIzqCvtJ5dj-S0rMb-azhrYv8jXygAjv0ISnele_HpvvX7i57hBZKjK7FEY1pTqVZP2dg/w400-h351/337411409_625065049457820_6235975103623870915_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><b>15/ Full Metal Jacket.</b> In collecting vintage American Crayons, the packaging is as interesting as the crayons inside. ACC was known for high quality wood boxes but they also devoted the same attention to manufacturing small steel cases to package and protect their crayons. Some of my favorites are the cases for Prang crayons — I especially like the variations on Old Faithful trademark including one in an art deco style that allowed you to see the crayons inside. 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font-size: large;"><b>14/ Chalk It Up. </b>The story of the American Crayon Company began deep in the holds of 19thC sailing ships coming from England to America. They carried rough hewn blocks of chalk carved from the Cliffs of Dover used as ballast and then repurposed as school chalk. The unrefined chalk crumbled easily and made harsh scrapping sounds on the blackboard. Sandusky’s school superintendent Marcellus Cowdery asked his brother in law William Curtis to create a new refined chalk. His <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">kitchen experiments started the ACC. 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For a time in the 1920s and 30s American Crayon offered birthday candles through its Kroma division including one with reusable holders. 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A Crayon by Any Other Name.</b> When is a Crayon? in the late 1800s and
into the early 1900s when crayon companies were experimenting with chalk
and wax there was some confusion as to what was a “crayon.” sometimes
colored chalk, was called a crayon, and sometimes colored wax sticks
were called crayons. The packaging on the boxes reflected the confusion,
specifying either wax crayons or chalk crayons. In time, wax crayons
were simply crayons and chalk crayons were simply <span></span>chalk. Read about this and other stories in my book, <b><i>Color Capital of the World: Growing Up with the a legacy of Color Crayons. </i></b>Available from the <a href="https://blogs.uakron.edu/.../color-capital-of-the-world/">University of Akron Press</a>, independent book stores or the big book sellers. <b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-20343015902354458792023-03-12T11:26:00.003-07:002023-03-12T11:26:52.367-07:00WOMEN ADVENTURERS <p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrp-nKz2g6voaeYsoMhwyQiSTzhwLw_4wvALSQH4GetbH6Arq3EGLE54PRSz7wmzEEZgFwbp_VOjCfR3ygcoUtQ_MUh3q4OzyNelkroCmDbp52Ic4juqXIUYWTIPNJ_CGVHtBgl1Evx7PebCgJoA4WbiaIhcw233rN3tT41dCG_hjtHsIvRnbuNMYFQ/s4028/image_50440961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2184" data-original-width="4028" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrp-nKz2g6voaeYsoMhwyQiSTzhwLw_4wvALSQH4GetbH6Arq3EGLE54PRSz7wmzEEZgFwbp_VOjCfR3ygcoUtQ_MUh3q4OzyNelkroCmDbp52Ic4juqXIUYWTIPNJ_CGVHtBgl1Evx7PebCgJoA4WbiaIhcw233rN3tT41dCG_hjtHsIvRnbuNMYFQ/w471-h255/image_50440961.JPG" width="471" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />My fascination with Central Asia led me to discover the first of several women adventurers. Not only did these women persevere under the harshest of conditions they had to do so in male dominated environments hostile to women. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I have three books by Ella Maillart, born in 1903 in Geneva, Switzerland who was a star athlete competing in the 1924 Olympics as the only female sailor and an international skier. Her occupation is listed in <i>Who's Who</i> as <i>explorer</i>.<br /></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Turkestan Solo – One Woman's Expedition from the Tien Shan to the Kizil Kum.</b> </i>Maillart details her 1932 trip</span><span style="font-size: large;"> through the Soviet Union from Moscow to the Central Asian regions of Kyrghizstan and Uzbekistan</span><span style="font-size: large;">, </span><span style="font-size: large;">shortly before Stalin's Great Terror</span><span style="font-size: large;">. The trip required six months of determination during which she encountered food shortages and secret police but she manages to find the world's most delicious melons in Charjew. She completes her adventure with the feeling the life of the nomad is the best life. First published in 1934; my edition is part of <i>The Century Travelers</i> series published 1985 in the UK and Canada. Bought used in a book store, possibly Second Story in Washington, DC.</span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Forbidden Journey – From Peking to Kashmir</i>, </b>Introduction by Dervla Murphy. In 1935, Maillart was reporting from regarding the Japanese occupation where she met Peter Fleming (brother of Ian Flemming, author of the James Bond books). the two teamed up to travel from Peking to Kashmir
(3,500 miles) exploring hostile deserts
and Himalayan passes. They were often tempestuous traveling companions improvising at each stage on trains, trucks, on
foot, horse, and camel. She describes Fleming's behavior as <i>erratic</i>. Peter Fleming wrote his own account of the trip in <i>News from Tartary</i> (mentioned in an earlier entry <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/News_from_Tartary">Two Views of Central Asian Journeys</a>).
First published in 1937; my edition is part of <i>The
Century Travelers</i> series published 1983 in the UK and Canada. Bought
used in a book store, possibly Second Story in Washington, DC.</span><i> </i></li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>The Cruel Way</i>.</b> In 1939, Maillart she undertook a
trip from Geneva to Kabul in a two-door Ford Coupe, in the company of fellow Swiss
writer. Her companion is battling drug addition during the journey, which created difficulties for their already arduous trek. Their adventure is cut short by the outbreak of WWII. First published in 1947, reprinted in 1986 as part of the British Verago Travellers series. Contains Maillart's black and white photos. Bought used but forgot where. <br /></span></li></ul><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaVGx-M_dkbLAtZ-6RNzHLW9OV0eOehKchsPZWfP4vyV9YT82lvxC_IOwQMcmEJqLmd0C3j0uHVzNN01ogyKb9Rp-udh_pjyAUrMlnyCiKanEJoMg8TymPaSveV8BZudRLKf8nr8qpb19yNSRKdX0EdSNTQCOlAa5FKtsMGYT7k0bbnQnAfTuG4jw9g/s3572/image_50448129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2775" data-original-width="3572" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaVGx-M_dkbLAtZ-6RNzHLW9OV0eOehKchsPZWfP4vyV9YT82lvxC_IOwQMcmEJqLmd0C3j0uHVzNN01ogyKb9Rp-udh_pjyAUrMlnyCiKanEJoMg8TymPaSveV8BZudRLKf8nr8qpb19yNSRKdX0EdSNTQCOlAa5FKtsMGYT7k0bbnQnAfTuG4jw9g/w400-h311/image_50448129.JPG" width="400" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />Freya Stark</b>, born in the UK in 1893, she wrote more more than two dozen books on her travels in the
Middle East and Afghanistan. Stark was one of the first non-Arabs known to travel through the southern Arabian Desert in modern times. Freya Stark books on my shelf:</span><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>The Valleys of the Assassins: and Other Persian Travels, </i></b><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Modern Library, 2001).</span></span></span><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Bought used. <br /></span></li></ul><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span class="a-size-extra-large" id="productTitle"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><i><b>Baghdad Sketches</b>, </i>(Marlboro Press, 1992). Bought Used</span></span></span></li></ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Freya Stark</i>,</b> Caroline Moorehead (Penguin Series Lives of Modern Women, 1985). Bought used. </span></li><li><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br /></li></ul><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvER5XO3OmwvRrYZ7gd4pfspXk4hlpAbyDX0BV9SAaV_uNLG8fhNdkGsNf_hiw1cYCb00YvUfRtjAzNG4UxNqQFUGgmha79yAWHnhVqq-jx3fx5kQDqYHrZfNrDtEU2cSHFekwfLM9akf3DTWbk4MO15bX2Wi8gGARw8Y0CvlTHcgkYhetMvmBNGR_g/s3795/image_50441985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3795" data-original-width="2540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglvER5XO3OmwvRrYZ7gd4pfspXk4hlpAbyDX0BV9SAaV_uNLG8fhNdkGsNf_hiw1cYCb00YvUfRtjAzNG4UxNqQFUGgmha79yAWHnhVqq-jx3fx5kQDqYHrZfNrDtEU2cSHFekwfLM9akf3DTWbk4MO15bX2Wi8gGARw8Y0CvlTHcgkYhetMvmBNGR_g/w268-h400/image_50441985.JPG" width="268" /></a></i></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Full Tilt</i>,</b> Derlva Murphy (Century Travelers edition, 1991). Born in Dublin in 1932, Murphy bicycled from England to India traveling through some of the most rugged terrain carrying a small pistol (which she only use once in a difficult situation). Her determination and perseverance is jaw-dropping. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i></i></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TUuxZTM0AZsjYOIT0Hsn4Tg3iA8IddAbhFFnej0nr_27NfFeWTqYjN_LbrRkF-X-Si8XRcEfvYUu-90XYtLAYtmfdQ1zmumXNqJlmf3hPc0SDPh2h8rPM3Eax6-IzS9hnWrRUzYw4UXXD27zT5DbkCzeJ-TcfG00E5cJhO6PNZXIxSGZmfiCaFHoFw/s312/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-12%20at%2012.22.41%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="213" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TUuxZTM0AZsjYOIT0Hsn4Tg3iA8IddAbhFFnej0nr_27NfFeWTqYjN_LbrRkF-X-Si8XRcEfvYUu-90XYtLAYtmfdQ1zmumXNqJlmf3hPc0SDPh2h8rPM3Eax6-IzS9hnWrRUzYw4UXXD27zT5DbkCzeJ-TcfG00E5cJhO6PNZXIxSGZmfiCaFHoFw/s1600/Screen%20Shot%202023-03-12%20at%2012.22.41%20PM.png" width="213" /></a></i></b></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i> A Traveller on Horseback: In Eastern Turkey and Iran</i></b>, Christina Dodwell (Walker and Company, 1989). Dodwell embarked on a series of adventures including treks on horseback around Turkey, Iran, Africa, and China. <br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I realize I'm missing many others such as the Middle East adventurer, Gertrude Bell, but as I mention up top, the lists are not exhaustive and usually what I have at hand without turning my house upside down. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p></div>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-33899996097403077122023-03-04T14:53:00.004-08:002023-03-04T14:53:58.502-08:00Adventure, Exploration, Old Maps, and Lost Islands<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">One of my earliest book interests were stories of adventure and exploration. I started pulling books from my shelves to include in this post and after a couple dozen I became overwhelmed about how may I would have to write about so I'm letting the covers do the talking. The only one without a title in the picture has a silhouette of a sailing ship, <i>Darwin and the Beagle</i>, Alan Moorehead. They are roughly grouped around maps, adventures, islands, exploration, a few things in between. I did a small post on adventure in 2013 <a href="https://compulsivelyaimless.blogspot.com/2013/07/adventure-to-z.html">here</a>. 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrllsptwCg3t4bGHa1mGkwM7TGD9qY_ZDcAjr3wmSd7WpikY7KBBtgCcIJz--1uuUxS5oDEYnVh4NpykQu0LYkSC-fRX6-hENkn-yJwotvwMURqlS4yNr2faIiEG72iHLXAI2WR02QNf4OyyGeO320HKljkjiKgeyUMdfg1VwJNboxyBxYUV0NEuj1w/s714/Screen%20Shot%202023-02-28%20at%209.18.40%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="482" data-original-width="714" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrllsptwCg3t4bGHa1mGkwM7TGD9qY_ZDcAjr3wmSd7WpikY7KBBtgCcIJz--1uuUxS5oDEYnVh4NpykQu0LYkSC-fRX6-hENkn-yJwotvwMURqlS4yNr2faIiEG72iHLXAI2WR02QNf4OyyGeO320HKljkjiKgeyUMdfg1VwJNboxyBxYUV0NEuj1w/w400-h270/Screen%20Shot%202023-02-28%20at%209.18.40%20AM.png" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Like many 18 year old college freshmen, I discovered the Beat Generation and their culture of coffee houses and writing. Historically, cafes were places where conversations happened and ideas were exchanged. I was in the early 1980s but I envied the 1950s culture of coffee houses as a place to bring people together for impromptu exchanges of ideas and discussion. I imagined sitting in Greenwich Village cafés, holding poetry and book readings, drinking coffee and delving into eastern religion. <br /></span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">This past Saturday, as part of my book promotion I was lucky enough to appear in a
college town coffee house, named after a famous beat writer. When I walked in the door, I thought I was about to time travel back to the 50s and steal a moment of beat culture. The place had the look and feel of comfy old furniture, dark lighting,
used records, and books with Lenard Cohen playing over the sound system. I'd made the arrangements by email with the owner who told me to hold my reading in the room next-door to the
bar. It had a small stage with lighting. I looked in and every table
was occupied by students with laptops with a few in pairs. Even this stage had a table on
it with a student engaged on his laptop. The owner had said just make an
announcement when you’re ready to read, and the students will move off
the stage. I’m thinking this is a good start--the room was full and this
being a cafe with coffee infused with the spirit of the beats I’d have
some fellow writers and readers in the audience.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">About 10 minutes before I was going to do the reading, I spoke to the
room and said I'll be doing a book reading and I encouraged everyone to stay and listen. By the time I was
ready to read most, everyone had closed their laptops and shuffled out
of the room. At this point, my audience consisted of four people, one
high school friend and a couple that had been encouraged to attend by a second high school who couldn't make it in person. With an audience of three I stepped down off of the
small stage, opened the folding chair, and read to my audience. The whole
discussion and reading lasted about an hour, but as I did the reading,
some students filtered back into the room, pulled
out their laptops, and began working again, oblivious to the book talk. One student began quietly talking to someone on his device located somewhere else in the world. I wanted to jump up and down a yell, "Hey, a live person over here reading from a book I created" but somehow this probably would have been going in the wrong direction.</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">When it was all over I wondered what Lawrence Ferlinghetti or Jack Kerouac might have thought of the event. They gravitated to cafes as places where spirited conversations could stretch for hours into the night. Things had changed in the decades. Now this was a cafe but now it was a place to be alone with your device or connected to others in other places while sitting next to strangers. <br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Before I sound like a total cultural Luddite, there is a plus I need to mention. For the high school friend who couldn't attend in person, the couple she encouraged to see me set up their phone for live streaming so she could participate virtually. Her virtual attendance increased my audience by 25 percent. <br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: large;">Beat Generation meet Digital Generation. </span></div>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-45185479714953194432023-02-09T12:49:00.001-08:002023-02-09T12:49:19.553-08:0011/ ART IMITATES ART <p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">11/ American Crayon Company’s water colors were often
packaged in metal tins illustrated by well-known children’s artists of
the day and taken from scenes from classic stories such as The Pied
Piper and Old King Cole. My favorite is impressionist sea scape lower
right. The high quality packaging was meant to inspire young artists
with their covers. This and other stories from my book Color Capital of
the World available here <span><a class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz xt0b8zv x1fey0fg" href="https://blogs.uakron.edu/uapress/product/color-capital-of-the-world/?fbclid=IwAR1q_WKeDxsuCDW7n2l1i_8wjF_EmSWB_B7VFp-hy2JA5A-bSJX-yADdPKU" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://blogs.uakron.edu/.../color-capital-of-the-world/</a></span> or from your local independent book store and of course Amazon and B&N.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-x7WmmE9hzjVvBxGQcIqwlcvhVH10SnNFZghDNcQ1JjVpCSCc44fUvpf5_hfIVoALnr8bpMwvqqh-VtLmwGKty8HnfuO-21uaRt8rlDbxvJb5oYy0nVW_43RbYnLgB6iYjjafPnCqahghSazU5MzLTWivMnniRhzNVDbY8Kh79_hFoVnEi5yRPPiMw/s597/Screen%20Shot%202023-02-09%20at%203.47.33%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="532" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-x7WmmE9hzjVvBxGQcIqwlcvhVH10SnNFZghDNcQ1JjVpCSCc44fUvpf5_hfIVoALnr8bpMwvqqh-VtLmwGKty8HnfuO-21uaRt8rlDbxvJb5oYy0nVW_43RbYnLgB6iYjjafPnCqahghSazU5MzLTWivMnniRhzNVDbY8Kh79_hFoVnEi5yRPPiMw/w570-h640/Screen%20Shot%202023-02-09%20at%203.47.33%20PM.png" width="570" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-7951315683652770232023-01-17T18:02:00.002-08:002023-01-21T14:16:23.228-08:00Crayons That Stay Put. <p><span style="font-size: large;"> 10/ Crayons That Stay Put. American Crayon introduced the Kindograph and Kantroll brands especially for children and the patience of parents and teachers. The crayons were thick enough for little hands to grasp with large easy to read labels but the critical element was they wouldn't roll
away--instead of being round, they had a flat end to keep them in place.
This and other stories in my book Color Capital of the World:
https://blogs.uakron.edu/uapress/product/color-capital-of-the-world</span></p><p></p><p><br /><br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsX-mXhUWCpugX6bMWOIJ7n1UVmsmDlabMw-Un07m0LbP-qV2L88jIHlC-hOffCwK4QwXhSkRqKsNVUuqRh6lNjrbP0E8FyZ9s71RsQnqL0VVyyGKuqlY92WquScfrdYu-cOKO0zKBbYD9g8b63PGJAyQVS2663DGKfrHvEZtemwf3fk6vVn1citc_xw/s3071/FD443310-58DE-4B0C-85F6-A46B666D4401.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2906" data-original-width="3071" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsX-mXhUWCpugX6bMWOIJ7n1UVmsmDlabMw-Un07m0LbP-qV2L88jIHlC-hOffCwK4QwXhSkRqKsNVUuqRh6lNjrbP0E8FyZ9s71RsQnqL0VVyyGKuqlY92WquScfrdYu-cOKO0zKBbYD9g8b63PGJAyQVS2663DGKfrHvEZtemwf3fk6vVn1citc_xw/s320/FD443310-58DE-4B0C-85F6-A46B666D4401.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVO_I_ZzJfCvUt72I6P-58Z_oT7VXnZSrA0ujs5BTzM-RTrS7iFny7IJ3ZlRNEId0o4Yg1Husv57oNOtHqzS2FfurUoq8BpLu_x4hKbm1ZtNhM19XQWCLfiWYdgeu7sFKHv8YMmCKzxYTCCsrLyhBZHBS0QSmDux8y0hQJHz5tEjfHsyISTcUE4c06g/s3504/3682414E-E638-43CB-8D9C-1E0FB62458BA.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3504" data-original-width="3023" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVO_I_ZzJfCvUt72I6P-58Z_oT7VXnZSrA0ujs5BTzM-RTrS7iFny7IJ3ZlRNEId0o4Yg1Husv57oNOtHqzS2FfurUoq8BpLu_x4hKbm1ZtNhM19XQWCLfiWYdgeu7sFKHv8YMmCKzxYTCCsrLyhBZHBS0QSmDux8y0hQJHz5tEjfHsyISTcUE4c06g/s320/3682414E-E638-43CB-8D9C-1E0FB62458BA.jpeg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcq8dduhPHDzZJdX5XsGNaF6qOSaNqzpise8Higj7nYgcq8c0s7nkxZfh6aL_5_cjdXsInTGQAQU4fZybynNdjhNjmMgBHjTr0-DC73PYuTBQGKDob1FotHN3V8IXoLhQ-wQ0PkkTiCsLtJ4taTNXNpz_I30fLPYFMUSiqOK5GgNhYhX_8ohHSJvQEA/s3316/5FEFFE7D-1C25-4F92-A30F-D1AC44D0A77F.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2958" data-original-width="3316" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcq8dduhPHDzZJdX5XsGNaF6qOSaNqzpise8Higj7nYgcq8c0s7nkxZfh6aL_5_cjdXsInTGQAQU4fZybynNdjhNjmMgBHjTr0-DC73PYuTBQGKDob1FotHN3V8IXoLhQ-wQ0PkkTiCsLtJ4taTNXNpz_I30fLPYFMUSiqOK5GgNhYhX_8ohHSJvQEA/s320/5FEFFE7D-1C25-4F92-A30F-D1AC44D0A77F.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9SC_aLiJUgSlYHsS4obW4nEuYMKNYSpNLWwWH9uxXKRTA4zvQy_2--noK_fF_c7Umy2KoVwc1m65UdNgNfxYwCzR8LIWT4RjlGh2w0morZtSB0Tm82JsRh0jtpaUSZkNCcBrts256JDC_YgvpGP5i3278KSJIOay0fElhuY2K34RivxgbhFdKj2aSg/s3638/4C0E7D12-898B-4FB9-AFD6-690311A2BB2D.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1913" data-original-width="3638" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9SC_aLiJUgSlYHsS4obW4nEuYMKNYSpNLWwWH9uxXKRTA4zvQy_2--noK_fF_c7Umy2KoVwc1m65UdNgNfxYwCzR8LIWT4RjlGh2w0morZtSB0Tm82JsRh0jtpaUSZkNCcBrts256JDC_YgvpGP5i3278KSJIOay0fElhuY2K34RivxgbhFdKj2aSg/s320/4C0E7D12-898B-4FB9-AFD6-690311A2BB2D.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-11055791755550854652022-12-27T08:14:00.000-08:002022-12-27T08:14:04.269-08:00BOOKS READ 2022: THE HARDSCRABBLE HOMETOWN MEMOIRS<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Seems there's no shortage of booklists at the end of every year. I like to wait till the end of December as I get some of my best reading done in the last days of the last month of the year. I use Goodreads to track my reads for the year--<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user_challenges/32523364">here's my list for 2022</a>.<span> </span><span> </span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I continue to read mostly in the category of memoir followed closely by travel. I suppose the memoir reads were influenced by the fact I published a memoir of my own this year, <a href="https://blogs.uakron.edu/uapress/product/color-capital-of-the-world/">The Color Capital of the World: Growing Up with the Legacy of a Crayon Company</a> and looked at how others had told their stories.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I enjoy memoir for all the times and places it can take the reader. I'm slowly working my way through the five volume memoir of Osbert Sitwell, which allows me a glimpse into an English artistocratic family of eccentrics in the Edwardian period--a life I'd never have a clue about in my here and now.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Other memoirs I've sampled: Rock and Roll legends, television celebrities, surfers, and bohemians but those are for another time. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">This year I've clustered around what I call "hardscrabble hometown memoir". Most of them are set in the Midwest with one exception. I've also snuck in a couple others that I read in earlier years to round out my list.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6QTxLQZP8jI0zH9cqfXslitKy-ic9MlDuJZUNDO4Td97Gr6K2bLaQpU-biv61MYxQU4Oqha5WFXE0by7VVj0Yj9oxjTIUW8waWZWFQcd8Qt8kZe8Fbg0mRJvZG_66nrizj2UXwEELQguqNBHxYKnEL3AalBC7qly2UDapR2GWq1u1p1GwdpBpYAwyg/s348/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.18.24%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6QTxLQZP8jI0zH9cqfXslitKy-ic9MlDuJZUNDO4Td97Gr6K2bLaQpU-biv61MYxQU4Oqha5WFXE0by7VVj0Yj9oxjTIUW8waWZWFQcd8Qt8kZe8Fbg0mRJvZG_66nrizj2UXwEELQguqNBHxYKnEL3AalBC7qly2UDapR2GWq1u1p1GwdpBpYAwyg/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.18.24%20AM.png" width="217" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth</b>, <span style="font-weight: normal;">Sarah Smarsh (2018). I was drawn to Heartland based on its title since heartland, Midwest and even Rust Belt can sometimes be overlapping in the scope of their regional definitions. Smarsh writes about growing up poor in Kansas and being trapped in poverty. I think the story is one that could have taken place in any part of the country but the author provides a strong description of living and working mostly in the agriculture world of rural Kansas. The women in her life make a series of bad choices with mostly terrible men but the author finds her way out of poverty through academics For me, I found myself disappointed as a reader when the author breaks off sometime around high school and then suddenly she is a college professor and we don’t learn anything about how she actually moved out of her cycle of poverty and achieved success in the academic world. The other distraction I found was her conceit of writing advice to a never-born child. For anyone who’s ever been a parent, it’s not some thing you can ever truly pretend or imagine until it actually happens to you and the act of pretending was annoying.</span></span><p></p><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: medium;">I don’t know if Heartland opened the way for other stories from female voices in the Midwest but the next three books are from young women who struggled to overcome significant challenges. </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmlzxrbmeVTZaYmUWfdXJ7XtM9aw6QoteHjyh4ibZ0JHaojIXhu3iqS6nmWqZCR1LpYNhk621H_3bmkC_DgQHrmCls9EqMa85hryEhAFRQrj2_qiv5gLmWcSNE8n-ebVI7Xm98_eQ0VKzqJeQEiOu7D9Q0hqsvVqozQqF9cO_j-rd_furGs0pgczUjg/s682/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%207.50.54%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="459" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmlzxrbmeVTZaYmUWfdXJ7XtM9aw6QoteHjyh4ibZ0JHaojIXhu3iqS6nmWqZCR1LpYNhk621H_3bmkC_DgQHrmCls9EqMa85hryEhAFRQrj2_qiv5gLmWcSNE8n-ebVI7Xm98_eQ0VKzqJeQEiOu7D9Q0hqsvVqozQqF9cO_j-rd_furGs0pgczUjg/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%207.50.54%20PM.png" width="215" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Rust,</b> Eliese Colette Goldbach (2020). A highly transparent personal memoir of a young woman from Cleveland in the early 2000s and her Catholic upbringing who fights mental health and sexual assault to work in one of city's largest steel mills. Extraordinary for its candor and the challenges that Goldbach overcame. Like many of the hometown themes, the writer leaves her hometown to set off for college, not sure whether she'll return. Her sexual assault at her Jesuit run university returns her to Cleveland where she faces an uncertain future. One of the book's defining moments is the author's trip to Washington, DC to meet a friend and her two attorney friends in bar. They smirk at the idea that Cleveland produces anything. After she lands the job in mill, she imagines what she'd have to say to them now. Like <i>Heartland</i>, Goldbach finds her way out and up through success in the academic world. More than a Rustbelt story--it's a story of personal redemption.<br /></span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDWcX-7Flgjgma2CbrZ2EV8RUSJvoHC89u0Ye3x6eHNd-yDckMWokNpM0DRikrMh69QdP2xXkOR_aCMU15CDGMuNTBPoIVE8DB4_BEA7iDdUATy5C8rwvNv237yurwp2u9rQ8b23TlIgX_qFEBBMOoFhHXOcVZUMuCvvo-wcmBQCvNs25gZPW4um6VA/s347/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.23.58%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="347" data-original-width="232" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDWcX-7Flgjgma2CbrZ2EV8RUSJvoHC89u0Ye3x6eHNd-yDckMWokNpM0DRikrMh69QdP2xXkOR_aCMU15CDGMuNTBPoIVE8DB4_BEA7iDdUATy5C8rwvNv237yurwp2u9rQ8b23TlIgX_qFEBBMOoFhHXOcVZUMuCvvo-wcmBQCvNs25gZPW4um6VA/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.23.58%20AM.png" width="214" /></a></b></span></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Mill Town: Reckoning with What Remains</b>, Kerri Arsenault (2020). Written with a reporter's eye, the author tells the story of her life and family ties to Mexico, Maine, the company town of one of Maine's largest paper mills. She traces her French Catholic heritage to the three generations of Arsenault's family were employed by the mill. The area's residents have developed high rates of cancer to the point where the area is known as "cancer valley." Arsenault's life takes her away from the town and later back to Connecticut where she uses her skills as a reporter to understand the tragic relationship between the paper mill and it's residents.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b> </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b> </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b> </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b> </b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><b></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheMK_KtWFpoC8plGcAKpZH72NLQooty48v9uQ6LSukvkNK2s2qu0MChTJ8cCeC9brSiRgBoQ6KZOLvUOBuwijS7okXLNdmAZYf1gZG9eV74a6_GKVW1hQKahYeLdOegTYACS7q2MqkODgmaUxP_S-1N0G4XA2x7WpPLtLAdWACswP-SqIpJY-KJ-k80A/s349/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.26.01%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="233" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheMK_KtWFpoC8plGcAKpZH72NLQooty48v9uQ6LSukvkNK2s2qu0MChTJ8cCeC9brSiRgBoQ6KZOLvUOBuwijS7okXLNdmAZYf1gZG9eV74a6_GKVW1hQKahYeLdOegTYACS7q2MqkODgmaUxP_S-1N0G4XA2x7WpPLtLAdWACswP-SqIpJY-KJ-k80A/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.26.01%20AM.png" width="214" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Uprooted: Recovering the Legacy of the Places We’ve Left Behind</b>, Grace Olmsted (2021).
While not set in the Midwest, Olmsted grew up in a small
farming town in Idaho. She to leaves to become A journalist in
Washington, DC. Her story is of being drawn back to her hometown to tell
the history of her town Emmett, Idaho and the generations of her family who farmed. She identifies the two kinds of
people: those who leave and those who stay identifying factors in modern
life that pull us away from the small towns where people have been
routed for generations. Her final observation is that once uprooted, one cannot recover
what is lost. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHaG15dYVjmTOHeCxqi_NhqW-f7PGxw9IqSF2_YPIMhd9Or-STO1z4S_LdNQ3WiM8M7GhU0EKl-yrrqpuukwZQup0GlIah__f7nahhwX7he0f6NnL6u37dC3JzsW-dJpR2ELY856Ma6me5aas4SBINB4SDuAXMchakXzK1OQ-p5D8AxqsE_wtAA39tA/s346/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%208.08.10%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="230" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHaG15dYVjmTOHeCxqi_NhqW-f7PGxw9IqSF2_YPIMhd9Or-STO1z4S_LdNQ3WiM8M7GhU0EKl-yrrqpuukwZQup0GlIah__f7nahhwX7he0f6NnL6u37dC3JzsW-dJpR2ELY856Ma6me5aas4SBINB4SDuAXMchakXzK1OQ-p5D8AxqsE_wtAA39tA/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%208.08.10%20PM.png" width="213" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Teardown: Memoir of a Vanishing City,</b> <span tabindex="-1"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name">Gordon Young (2013)</span></span><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><span style="font-weight: normal;">. The author grew up in Flint in the 1980s going to Catholic school and moved away after high school to study journalism. He resettles in Flint's antithesis--San Francisco for 15 years working as a journalist. Over time, Young feels both the tragedy and nostalgia for his hometown and finds himself traveling back to look at shells of former houses that are sold at distressed prices. </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"> </span></span></span></span><br /><p></p><div class="BookPageTitleSection"><div class="BookPageTitleSection__title"><h1 aria-label="Book title: Teardown: Memoir of a Vanishing City" class="Text Text__title1" data-testid="bookTitle"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><br /></span></span></span></span></h1></div></div><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG6yTD_wzJVa09Rwbu1UexNeOsCJhqagWyOFVPpYXeDkuKa-92y2rMDk3o0eB0FisQ4ToDoedMnl86CPxrEaPajjhKt0u0UUSde_PGYUOBkz2-u3tq1rN1rF7_ekHG04U6QZMe1MGBPJVRy6bLls5hyvmOZkAiwNVAStWgv5GUt1F8LofJPUuKXneIg/s351/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%208.31.13%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="226" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG6yTD_wzJVa09Rwbu1UexNeOsCJhqagWyOFVPpYXeDkuKa-92y2rMDk3o0eB0FisQ4ToDoedMnl86CPxrEaPajjhKt0u0UUSde_PGYUOBkz2-u3tq1rN1rF7_ekHG04U6QZMe1MGBPJVRy6bLls5hyvmOZkAiwNVAStWgv5GUt1F8LofJPUuKXneIg/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%208.31.13%20PM.png" width="206" /></a></b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Made in Detroit</b>, Paul Clemens (2006). The author raised in Detroit in the 70s, 80s and 90s, chronicles trajectory of his Catholic family in what was once a Catholic neighborhood that transitions to a black neighborhood. Clemens examines his family's and his own attitudes toward race and the decline of Detroit. He finds his way out through his interest in writing and literature.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="BookPageTitleSection"><div class="BookPageTitleSection__title"><h1 aria-label="Book title: Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth" class="Text Text__title1" data-testid="bookTitle"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></h1><h1 aria-label="Book title: Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth" class="Text Text__title1" data-testid="bookTitle"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></h1><h1 aria-label="Book title: Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth" class="Text Text__title1" data-testid="bookTitle"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></h1><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #888888;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmx4g1KFWVqvJLJf8ATgM24m_u70xskhlQSD18aXWI78I9uUvQitw3bb7XzavjjFs6DZnLVVRdQKLBeWZmTgU4X7Kpr9I6zbBvHM_P3IX8Tct_YPnVF4wq8kb225lN9pJ6Otl48bGQ8ovZa_o07ouRFkhihDqX7SkWL4Jqs2oyVJAs-udzPcOCTl89w/s352/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.31.50%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="234" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmx4g1KFWVqvJLJf8ATgM24m_u70xskhlQSD18aXWI78I9uUvQitw3bb7XzavjjFs6DZnLVVRdQKLBeWZmTgU4X7Kpr9I6zbBvHM_P3IX8Tct_YPnVF4wq8kb225lN9pJ6Otl48bGQ8ovZa_o07ouRFkhihDqX7SkWL4Jqs2oyVJAs-udzPcOCTl89w/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.31.50%20AM.png" width="213" /></a></div></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><b>The Hard Way on Purpose: Essays and Dispatches from the Rust Belt</b>, David Giffels (2014). </span></span></span>Of this group,
this was my favorite. Giffels' writing is insightful and enjoyable and he keeps the reader moving along in expectation of what is next for surviving. His story is
unique among this list in that he never leaves the Rust Belt of his hometown in Akron
but instead stays. By staying put, he notices others
move away and come back or move away and never come back. Giffels
is the constant presence who observes the hard times of Akron‘s
industrial decline looking for what comes next. And for my taste, I’m
drawn to the fact he represents what I believe is the general Midwest's </span><span style="font-size: medium;">character--stubborn, optimistic, polite, and resourceful. </span></div><div class="BookPageTitleSection__title"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaks7TCtivd6OujjlcifRnGWZtiDXO-sNktotr5h3wBlevZ3ZFy8gYNI3ijEjhLblEYpnVvTiXfCrlbfEvUFmdJu__aChIOcsCA1F7w-QJY8z4YaiXxium9hKkOSm7hbaszaQko-N3h1PxAo2Do_g5UIyIV8BjPs145RNtMwvXVX9XelLkM9Dtb7KxWw/s352/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.33.42%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="234" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaks7TCtivd6OujjlcifRnGWZtiDXO-sNktotr5h3wBlevZ3ZFy8gYNI3ijEjhLblEYpnVvTiXfCrlbfEvUFmdJu__aChIOcsCA1F7w-QJY8z4YaiXxium9hKkOSm7hbaszaQko-N3h1PxAo2Do_g5UIyIV8BjPs145RNtMwvXVX9XelLkM9Dtb7KxWw/s320/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-27%20at%2010.33.42%20AM.png" width="213" /></a></div></b></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><b> </b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><b>Beer Money: A Memoir of Privilege and Loss,</b> Frances Stroh (2016).</span></span></span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">Stroh's
memoir is the exception to hardscrabble hometown if she says herself in
the subtitle it is a memoir of privilege and loss. Part of the decades
old Detroit brewing family the author grows up at a time when the
company is on its last legs. She gives us an inside view of what it
was like to grow up in the final days of a wealthy Detroit family and
all its trappings to the death of her father and the loss of the company.
She finds herself leaving Detroit for the artistic world in San
Francisco. I found her story, in part, a template to help guide my story--on much
smaller scale --for my book about the boom and bust of the American Crayon Company,
<i>Color Capital of the World</i>. </span></span></div></div></b></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"></span></span></span></span><h1 aria-label="Book title: Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth" class="Text Text__title1" data-testid="bookTitle"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"><b> </b></span></span></span></span></h1><br /><h1 aria-label="Book title: Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth" class="Text Text__title1" data-testid="bookTitle"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"> <br /></span></span></span></span></h1><h1 aria-label="Book title: Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth" class="Text Text__title1" data-testid="bookTitle"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span tabindex="-1"><span class="ContributorLink__name" data-testid="name"> </span><a class="ContributorLink keychainify-checked" href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3314241.Sarah_Smarsh"><span class="ContributorLink__badge ContributorLink__badge--medium"><i class="Icon BadgeIcon"><svg aria-label="Goodreads Author" viewbox="0 0 20 20" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"></svg></i></span></a></span></span></span></h1></div></div><p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"> <br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-38512198624314710812022-12-26T14:50:00.003-08:002022-12-26T15:09:55.965-08:009/ BOXING DAY<p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVU5lP-e2fqJTmtq_y_sP4WXXw0D6YZpC6OlGJASv8I8n6PC2mQIYBDSeTLpYDRvDtrdkoqOCbbPPzT2tV8O-o14DlGuGFxqgbzVW4OU0tSiJULJtPt-d3yglWDsCaIkxti-QiivX5h_mqFNdTlJO3dPt0iIFMOHYNA8lCzF6R7kMKMKGDWIKe16U3A/s607/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%205.43.29%20PM.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="531" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFVU5lP-e2fqJTmtq_y_sP4WXXw0D6YZpC6OlGJASv8I8n6PC2mQIYBDSeTLpYDRvDtrdkoqOCbbPPzT2tV8O-o14DlGuGFxqgbzVW4OU0tSiJULJtPt-d3yglWDsCaIkxti-QiivX5h_mqFNdTlJO3dPt0iIFMOHYNA8lCzF6R7kMKMKGDWIKe16U3A/w560-h640/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%205.43.29%20PM.png" width="560" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> <span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><b>9/
Boxing Day. </b>American Crayon made its own packaging building durable
wooden dovetail boxes suitable for shipping chalk and crayons. By 1921
the company made over 1 million maple boxes a year. The boxes were so
sturdy that they came to the attention of the giants of the automobile
industry. Henry Ford ordered them by the thousands to hold electrical
coils sat in the engine compartment of the model Ts rolling off his
Detroit assembly lines. This and more stories in my book Color Capital of the World. <span><a class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz xt0b8zv x1fey0fg" href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fblogs.uakron.edu%2Fuapress%2Fproduct%2Fcolor-capital-of-the-world%2F%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR32LXEkS-opgbZLKBf1tYxTjshJDuA5uH2hPVgg6RdMrBLDx6F9EZD_zog&h=AT3nE2t8bgIlFytlfheCJWwhzvOwrUJaoM_3Ut9tzWKPD2GfZVZionSds2Nh8nikcajv1VMIHauZKgYT9yC03RtRZbG4rm-wOAfdHO9mm8vuiC9htWHJCM13hJPJRaVBxMqn2Ig&__tn__=-UK-R&c[0]=AT14HEYDAVlkzh0VCkQkQmQ8O065G9X6WU7jKDLkgTvdAkx_crGTTgyHq-YbjqMilfMAQvc5jVE90E1PrUQCepQZR3rHASXcdwdv5orVoAl5aHAmXJ4euo20h-Iu0X-moKNTiN65BnZRwIRg11B7rZphbxk" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://blogs.uakron.edu/.../color-capital-of-the-world/</a></span></span></span><p></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959528225869773460.post-34823378696691482422022-12-26T14:50:00.001-08:002022-12-26T14:50:33.878-08:008/ Merry Christmas from the American Crayon Company<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaUyDAXU3_W0N6pjfysOBp8Byj1IbpFrF-wlHeRhliFLa6uasLQEUdGZoqOKPyCqvYOvT3vvkn7YZyAVYLH9u1CIwbuYGqXRNOKRge8xOBm4oXqjXHAKr1lvn7iwSm1SifNAdyshVZdBkZBQEVIzrhDpLFAai-5lh0bKtezFHi8_XQqrRur_Gpq6cWw/s582/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%205.48.07%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="581" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaUyDAXU3_W0N6pjfysOBp8Byj1IbpFrF-wlHeRhliFLa6uasLQEUdGZoqOKPyCqvYOvT3vvkn7YZyAVYLH9u1CIwbuYGqXRNOKRge8xOBm4oXqjXHAKr1lvn7iwSm1SifNAdyshVZdBkZBQEVIzrhDpLFAai-5lh0bKtezFHi8_XQqrRur_Gpq6cWw/w399-h400/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-26%20at%205.48.07%20PM.png" width="399" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><span> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>8/ Merry Christmas from American Crayon Company. ACC was more than crayons. They made a significant portion of the sales in tempera paints. For a couple of decades they made festive holiday linoleum blocks so their customers could make their own Christmas cards rolling the paint on the blocks and pressing them onto paper. This and other stories in The Color Capital of the World: Growing Up with the Legacy of a Crayon company. </span><a class="x1fey0fg xmper1u x1edh9d7" href="https://blogs.uakron.edu/uapress/product/color-capital-of-the-world/"><span>https://blogs.uakron.edu/uapress/product/color-capital-of-the-world/</span></a></span></p>Compulsively Aimlesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197541188443172890noreply@blogger.com0