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Miscellany

Stephen Phelan on the world’s deadliest motorcycle race:

On the first lap, rider No. 63, Jochem van den Hoek, rocketed through Ballig on his Honda at more than a hundred and fifty miles per hour. Some twenty seconds later, turning through a tricky curve at the eleventh milestone, he came off the bike. His death was confirmed that afternoon, around the same time that No. 52, the Irishman Alan Bonner, had his own collision higher up the mountain. Bonner was also killed, bringing the historic death toll on this circuit, which has been in use since 1907, to two hundred and fifty-five, including thirty-two in the past decade. (That figure does not account for race officials and spectators hit by runaway bikes.)

Looks like Yoko Ono will finally share songwriting credit for “Imagine.” It’s only fitting, I suppose, since it’s a terrible, terrible song.

Scientists or charlatans? Dan Rosenheck hangs out with legit wine “supertasters”

Everyone has read florid promises of “gobs of ripe cassis”, “pillowy tannins”, and “seductive hints of garrigue”. Yet the relationships between such mumbo-jumbo and the chemical composition of a wine, between one taster’s use of it and another’s, and even between the same drinker’s notes on the same wine on different occasions tend to be faint at best.

…while Brian Palmer asks, “Is wine really art?”

The answer has more to do with how you define art than how you think about wine, and therefore is a deep philosophical question that probably shouldn’t be answered by a half-in-the-bag socialite at a $1,000-a-bottle bacchanalia.

And in sports news, Ford Motor Company turns 114 today—on the eve of 24 Heures du Mans, where the Ford Chip Ganassi Racing team will defend its 2016 LM GTE Pro class win.

Thursday Thoughts

Can you spot the typo in the following excerpt from page 243 of Where the Water Goes (2017) by David Owen?

“The company ended up not drilling, because that area wasn’t terribly attractive,” Holsinger told me. “Now my parents have a little next egg, and they paid off debt, and the ranch is still in the family.”

Right. It’s nest egg, not next egg. Simple mistake—after all, the S and X keys are adjacent to each other. And no spell-check software is gonna pick up on it, on accounta next is a real word.

“But wait a minute, Mister Smarty-Pants,” you’re thinking right now, “maybe Holsinger actually said ‘next egg,’ and the author is simply quoting him accurately.” If that were the case, the insertion of [sic] after next would indicate precisely that: that it’s been transcribed exactly as quoted, warts and all.

So what’s the point?

Simply that the publisher of Where the Water Goes is Riverhead Books, an imprint of Penguin Random House LLC, which is in turn owned by a German media conglomerate and a British multinational publishing company. Penguin Random House has nearly 250 imprints and brands on five continents. It sells more than 15,000 new titles and 800 million print, audio, and e-books every year. Its revenue in 2015 was 3.7 billion EUR, up 11.8 percent from 2014—while operating EBIDTA rose 23.2 percent to 557 million EUR.

It’s safe to say, then, that PRH has at its disposal some of the best proofreaders money can buy. And they still missed one.

So. We’re all human. Stuff happens. Perfection is unattainable. And that’s okay.

Stop! Grammar time!

Sarah Sweet’s “Barbarians at the Gates of Grammar” reminds me a little bit of Mark Twain’s apocryphal “When I was a boy of fourteen…” quote—though it’s less about discovering the wisdom of your elders than it is the realization that “the problem with pedantry is that the rules and definitions you passionately defend and get churlish about insist on changing.”

I’d elucidate, but then you wouldn’t read the article. Trust me, it’s worth it.

Prog is dead. Long live prog!

The subtitle of Kelefa Sanneh’s New Yorker article on progressive rock reads “Critics think that the genre was an embarrassing dead end. So why do fans and musicians still love it?”

As a recovering musician and an ardent fan of the genre, I’ve always been somewhat baffled by the prog haters out there. And speaking as a former critic, it’s simply not true that prog is a dead end—embarrassing or otherwise. The success of Kscope is proof of that.

In fact, it’s precisely those artists who have been influenced by Gentle Giant, King Crimson, Pink Floyd, et al.—like, oh, I dunno…Steven Wilson—who seem to be the only ones doing anything remotely interesting these days. (To his credit, Sanneh reminds readers that Tool, Meshuggah, and Opeth are also “latter-day [prog] innovators.”)

Like any musical genre, there’s both good and bad. If you dismiss all of prog because, like Robert Christgau, you think that the members of Emerson, Lake & Palmer were “as stupid as their most pretentious fans,” then you miss out on Peter Gabriel-era Genesis. And that would be a shame.

Seinfeld 2020: Make America Aloof Again

I am not a hugger.

It’s not just because I’m an introvert, though I’m sure that has something to do with it. Nor is it because it’s inherently awkward—though it is, in fact, inherently awkward.

No, it’s because the number of people I like well enough to hug can be counted on Frodo’s left hand—and that would still leave an extra finger.

These days, though, everyone hugs everyone else, for no apparent reason other than that’s just what we’re supposed to do. But no more. In this era of wanton familiarity and unchecked intimacy, Jerry Seinfeld took a stand. He’s a true American hero. He deserves our thanks.

Quote of the Day

“Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence—true friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo & withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.”

George Washington, in a letter to his nephew Bushrod Washington, January 15, 1783

Spokane Scene no. 25

Knothead Loop is a seven-mile hike that rewards you with Indian petroglyphs, gorgeous views, and plenty of wildlife—and it’s only a half-hour drive from downtown Spokane. This time of year the lupine and wild roses are in bloom in the valleys; wild irises are blanketing the marshy area around the Little Spokane River. Check it out.

Miscellany

Terry Teachout reports on a “trivial little exercise in inter-generational trolling” he undertook on Twitter last week. The results are predictably vile (and, to be honest, depressing). Turns out that “a total stranger’s expression of tepid distaste for a now-commonplace conversational mannerism” is enough to get some people really fired up. Least surprising? Millennials were the angriest. WARNING: Lots of naughty words at the link.

Speaking of social media, how’s that whole slacktivism approach to solving all the world’s problems working out? Not so well, perhaps.

Tomorrow (June 6) marks the 73rd anniversary of D-Day. Rather than wait until then, go ahead and check out the Atlantic‘s cool “Then and Now” feature, which they published back in 2014.

Martin Scorsese defends film as art. Seems odd that such an argument would be necessary, but, well…these are the times in which we live. (Bonus! A 1980 review of The Shining, from the same publication, that underscores at least a couple of Scorsese’s points: “It would be tempting to call it metaphysical…if the story on which it was based were less of a mail-order catalogue of fashionable—not to mention profitable—occult notions. There is not much metaphysics in The Shining, but it is as fine a piece of cinema as Kubrick has produced.”)

“A Tiny Masterpiece”

Robert Rauschenberg,* who once said that he wanted to make the biggest drawing in the world, also created one of the twentieth century’s smallest art works.” Read Calvin Tomkins’s charming piece on Rauschenberg’s Self-Portrait [for The New Yorker profile]. (C’mon. It’ll only take you three minutes.)

*Being something of a Philistine when it comes to art, I had to ask CK whether Robert Rauschenberg was cool enough to blog about. Yes, he assured me. Yes, he is.

Public Service Announcement

If you ever find yourself in Dillon, Montana—and really, why wouldn’t you?—do yourself a favor and stop in at the Taco Bus for a quick bite. Seriously, these are the best tacos in the history of tacos.

While you’re in the area, hit up the Patagonia Outlet, try your hand at some blue-ribbon fly fishing, or visit historic Bannack. Or heck—go just for the tacos. Sure, it’s a five-hour drive from Spokane. But it’s worth every minute.

It’s Not Just You: English Really Is Weird

A friend alerted me to John McWhorter’s delightful essay “English is not normal” over at Aeon. Here’s how it begins:

English speakers know that their language is odd. So do people saddled with learning it non-natively. The oddity that we all perceive most readily is its spelling, which is indeed a nightmare. In countries where English isn’t spoken, there is no such thing as a ‘spelling bee’ competition. For a normal language, spelling at least pretends a basic correspondence to the way people pronounce the words. But English is not normal.

You’ve heard it all before, I’m sure. The thing is, though, McWhorter goes on to explain why. So do yourself a favor and read the entire piece. And if you find this sort of thing fascinating (as, of course, you should), check out Kevin Stroud’s History of English Podcast.

Thank You, Captain Obvious

The correct answer to this question, of course, is “Yes.” #SavedYouAClick

However, since reading “calms the nerves, increases language and reasoning, and can even keep you mentally alert as you age”—while watching TV pretty much does the opposite—we recommend clicking anyway. Not only that, but it appears to be the nature of the activities themselves, rather than differences in quality between the two, that accounts for the difference. So, basically, reading this beats watching this.

With that in mind, I’m a-gonna throw caution to the wind and take a copy of Library of America’s American Science Fiction: Five Classic Novels 1956–1958 into the woods this weekend. War and Peace can wait.

Say Goodbye to Workplace Productivity

As usual, I’m late to the party on this. But I just discovered Open Culture, “The best free cultural & educational media on the web.” Now I’m exhausted.

See, I got there by way of a link to this story about Paul Klee’s notebooks. I didn’t even read the article, though, because I got distracted by this and this and this. And especially this. And that was before I discovered the 1,150 free movies. You can watch Why Man Creates, the 1963 animated short by Saul Bass. Or The Phantom Carriage (1921), “one of the central works in the history of Swedish cinema.” Or any of half a dozen Sonny Chiba flicks.

Sorry, CK. I accomplished nothing today. Which I can guarantee you is more than Courtney got done, but still.

Today in History

The Reverend Sydney Smith to Lady Holland, May 23, 1811:

How very odd, dear Lady Holland, to ask me to dine with you on Sunday, the 9th, when I am coming to stay with you from the 5th to the 12th! It is like giving a gentleman an assignation for Wednesday, when you are going to marry him on the preceding Sunday—an attempt to combine the stimulus of gallantry with the security of connubial relations. I do not propose to be guilty of the slightest infidelity to you while I am at Holland House, except you dine in town; and then it will not be infidelity, but spirited recrimination.

From The Folio Book of Days (The Folio Society, 2002)

The Wonder of It All

I’ve been mildly annoyed by REI’s #ForceOfNature social media campaign, if only because they seem to be trying really, really hard to convince me that…come to think of it, I’m not sure what it is they’re trying to say, other than that is has something to do with sexism. Am I sexist for being a male and enjoying the outdoors? Or is it the outdoors itself that’s sexist? Whatever it is, it’s definitely a Bad Thing.

So they post pictures to Instagram with lines like “They might say, ‘you should be quiet.’ But out here, we’re not going to listen to the stereotypes.” Deep, huh? (Just two days before that, it was “Somewhere they might be saying, ‘you should be more feminine.’ But up here, we can’t hear the stereotypes.” They’ve already run out of ideas.)

Apart from the cheesiness of it all, it just seemed so improbable. I mean, are there really insufferable a**holes out there who say such things to women? And if so, is it a quantity sufficient enough to warrant a lame social media campaign? I follow REI on Instagram to look at cool gear and gorgeous photography, not be lectured about the purported inequality of the sexes – especially with obviously staged photos and woefully forced copy.

Then Skooch sent me this story.

It made me realize that, if people like D. Marble exist, then yes, the aforementioned insufferable a**holes surely must exist as well. Just when you think you’ve got the world figured out, it throws you a curve ball.

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