Lord of the Flies

The oldest of the Sweeties, Mack, turns four Monday, so his parents decided to host a birthday party. To their horror, nearly everyone invited accepted — and all who accepted came. That meant that Saturday afternoon 24 three- and four-year-old boys (and one two-year-old girl cousin and one little brother) took over the island that is Mack’s playroom.

Jill, official mother of Mack, reports that the swarm was amazingly well behaved, but that it did require a periodic “Freeze!” so that a census could be taken to make certain no one had escaped to some other part of the house, or worse, outside. (“Christopher? Are you sure you dropped him off? We don’t remember seeing him.”) There were moments, Jill also reported, when the boys seemed to realize that they had the adults grossly outnumbered, but she says they were easily held at bay with the cake knife.

The ice cream and cake was delayed until the last minute so that the children could be released to the custody of their parents before the sugar fully kicked in.

NewMexiKen is sad to live so far from his grandchildren; hence the prominent display of their photos on this blog. Even so, 1900 miles seemed about right while this party was on.

Buying in Bulk

Kevin Doughten in The New York Times:

I had always hoped you’d never have to hear this, but the newspapers have it now, so it’s only a matter of time. I prefer that you get the story from me, so here goes: for the past three Christmas shopping seasons, I have been taking performance-enhancing drugs to give myself a competitive advantage at the mall.

I’d like to apologize first to those my actions hurt the most: my family, my friends, and the management and staff of the stores at the Garden State Plaza Mall in Paramus, N.J. But I also want to apologize to my fellow shoppers. You deserve a level playing field out there in the aisles, but when I can easily rip the last U2 iPod Special Edition from your hands and then toss you aside like used gift wrap – well, no one would call that a fair contest. To those that I have body-checked or pancaked on my way to a display rack of progressive-scan DVD players, I am truly sorry.

It gets even better.

Renaming ‘Squaw’ Sites Proves Touchy in Oregon

From The New York Times:

“Squaw” originated in a branch of the Algonquin language, where it meant simply “woman,” but it turned into a slur on the tongues of white settlers, who used it to refer derisively to Indian women in general or a part of their anatomy in particular. The settlers liked the word so much that there are now more than 170 springs, gulches, bluffs, valleys, and gaps in this state called “squaw.” All must be renamed under a 2001 law that was enacted after two members of the confederated tribes persuaded the Legislature that the word was offensive to many American Indians and should be erased from maps. But only 13 places have been renamed so far. It is a problem familiar to Indians and government officials in several states where attempts to outlaw “squaw” have been caught in a thicket of bureaucratic, historical and linguistic snares.

In Maine, one frustrated county changed all “squaw” names to “moose” in one fell swoop to save on hassle, while in Minnesota, disgruntled residents suggested new names like Politically Correct Creek and Politically Correct Bay. But often the stumbling block has been questions over what Indians themselves would prefer instead of “squaw.”

Tea time (update)

From CNN.com:

ALBUQUERQUE, New Mexico (AP) — The U.S. Supreme Court sided Friday with a New Mexico church that wants to use hallucinogenic tea as part of its Christmas services, despite government objections that the tea is illegal and potentially dangerous.

The high court lifted a temporary stay issued last week against using the hoasca tea while it decides whether the Brazil-based O Centro Espirita Beneficiente Uniao do Vegetal is permitted to make it a permanent part of its services.

The legal battle began after federal agents seized 30 gallons of the tea in a 1999 raid on the Santa Fe home of the church’s U.S. president, Jeffrey Bronfman.

Bronfman sued the government for the right to use the tea and the church won a preliminary injunction, which was upheld by 10th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals in Denver. The Bush administration then took the case to the Supreme Court.

Link via dangerousmeta! who’s staying on top of this tea story.

Not really a problem for me either

From Brad DeLong’s Semi-Daily Journal: A Weblog:

And then there was the sign I saw on a door in the twisty maze of little passages all alike scores of feet below the classrooms of Berkeley’s College of Chemistry:

     PLEASE HELP US TO BETTER SERVE YOU BY
     PROVIDING AT LEAST 24 HOURS’ NOTICE (48
     IF POSSIBLE) OF YOUR LIQUID HELIUM
     REQUIREMENTS.

I don’t know about you, but I am generally able to anticipate my liquid helium requirements more than 72 hours in advance…

It’s the birthday

… of Alexander Solzhenitsyn. The Nobel Prize winner (for Literature in 1970) is 86.

… of Rita Moreno. Anita is 73.

… of Tom Hayden. Jane’s one-time husband and co-founder of Students for a Democratic Society is 65.

… of John Kerry. The man who received the second most votes for president ever cast in one election is 61.

… of Brenda Lee. Little Miss Dynamite is (gasp!) 60.

The 10 Best Books of 2004

From The New York Times:

The books we’ve chosen as the year’s 10 best — five novels, a short-story collection, a memoir, two biographies and a historical study — present a broad range of voices and subjects. What do they have in common? Each is a triumph of storytelling, and each explores the past, whether through research, recollection, invention or some combination of the three.

Gilead by By Marilynne Robinson

The Master by Colm Toibin

The Plot Against America by Philip Roth

Runaway by Alice Munro

Snow by Orhan Pamuk

War Trash by Ha Jin

Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow

Chronicles: Volume One by Bob Dylan

Washington’s Crossing by David Hackett Fischer

Will in the World: How Shakespeare Became Shakespeare by Stephen Greenblatt

Don’t tread on me

From The New York Times:

New Mexico may not have any major league teams, but members of the New Mexico Game Birds Association, the state’s largest cockfighting advocacy group, say it is proud of the sports it does have. One is cockfighting, a practice, particularly popular among Hispanics, that is believed to have originated in ancient Greece and Persia, pitting gamecocks against each other with metal spurs attached to their legs. The birds often fight to the death.

Massachusetts was the first state to ban cockfighting, in 1836, and has been followed by 47 others. But New Mexico’s “galleros,” as cockfighting practitioners here call themselves in Spanish, are determined that their state will not be next, even as they face their strongest challenge yet from animal rights activists and some celebrity friends.

Purses in New Mexico can reach more than $10,000, making the loss of a prized gamecock, bred through generations of pedigree to fight to the death, a risk that most galleros are prepared to take.

Nor is cockfighting the only practice involving roosters that some outsiders would find shocking. Another, common in some Hispanic villages or Indian pueblos until a couple of decades ago, was “correr el gallo,” the rooster pull, in which the bird was buried up to its neck in a dirt mound and men on horseback competed to uproot it. The rooster was usually killed in the process.

Usually.

Pot calling the kettle black

From New Mexico Politics with Joe Monahan:

A member of the powerful state Public Regulation Commission who advocated zero tolerance on drugs and alcohol in the PRC workplace has been arrested on drug charges. E. Shirley Baca, 53, of Las Cruces, was taken into custody shortly after 7 a.m. Wednesday at Albuquerque’s international airport. She was booked into the Bernalillo County Metropolitan Detention Center on charges of possession of a controlled substance and possession of drug paraphernalia.

John Roberts, deputy chief of Albuquerque Aviation Police, told The Associated Press that the controlled substance was marijuana. Baca’s bond was set at $1,000, and she bonded out by early afternoon, jail officials said. Fellow Commissioner David King said he was stunned when told by the AP that Baca had been arrested. “I know that she was one of the advocates to have zero tolerance for drugs or alcohol” at the PRC, King said. She advocated immediate dismissal of any PRC employee when it comes to drugs or alcohol, he said.

Link via Pika.

Big game

James Madison vs. William & Mary

ESPN2 5PM MT Today

Winner advances to Division I-AA Championship next Friday against the winner of the Sam Houston State @ Montana game (tomorrow at noon MT on ESPN2).

Championship? Playoffs? Unlike the Division I-A presidents, the presidents of these schools must want to be football factories. All four teams have already played 13 games (all four are 11-2).

Simple facts

If no change is made to Social Security it can continue to pay full benefits for another 48 years, or until the youngest baby boomer is 88. After that it could continue to pay 80%.

Spellbound

Found at The College Writing Programs, University of California, Berkeley — ‘we commenced wrighting &c.’

In an age when spelling was haphazard at best and even the well- educated Thomas Jefferson sometimes wrote “knolege” for “knowledge,” William Clark stood out as a discoverer of orthographic possibilities hitherto unknown. For example, who but William Clark could take the five-letter word Sioux and spell it in no less than twenty-seven different ways? (“Scioux,” “Seauex,” “Seeaux,” “Soux,” and “Suouez” are just a few of his renderings, with perhaps the most bizarre being “Cucoux.”) Who but William Clark could relish the taste of “Water millions” fresh from the gardens of the Oto tribe, swat pestiferous “Muskeetors” along the Missouri, gratefully “bid adew to the Snow” after crossing the Bitterroot Range, and, wonder of wonders, come upon the tracks of “bearfooted Indians” in the wilderness of the Northwest? And who but William Clark could transform an ordinary sentence into a classic howler by writing, as he did on the day the expedition set out, “Many of the Neighbours Came from the Countrey Mail and feeMail”? (One can only wonder whether he referred to the distribution of letters among the men as “male call.”)

Because Clark had little, if any, formal schooling, he spelled many words phonetically, and in this his ear was often true. Thus, celestial navigation understandably entailed taking “Looner” observations, a tribe of Indians spoke with a different “axcent,” he was entertained by “10 Musitions playing on tambereens,” a sailing ship could be either a “Slupe” or a “Skooner,” and the Pacific was an “emence Ocian.” On the other hand, his ear frequently failed him, and this was when he demonstrated his remarkable gift for picturesque inventions. An umbrella became an “Humbrallo,” a naturalist became a “natirless,” a botanist became a “Botents, and a duct in the digestive tract of a candlefish became an “alimentary Duck” In addition, some hard-bargaining Indians “tanterlised” him, other Indians lived in houses built in “oxigon” form; beaver swimming in a river made a “flacking” noise, the Yankton Sioux wore “leagins and mockersons,” he and Captain Lewis “assended” a hill, and, among the choicest of all his malapropisms, two rifles were damaged when they “bursted near the muscle.”

When it came to spelling the names of people and places, Clark abided by Emerson’s maxim that a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Although he never surpassed himself in the number of variations he discovered in the word Sioux, he did manage to take the last name of Toussaint Charbonneau, one of the expedition’s interpreters and the husband of Sacagawea, and spell it at least fifteen different ways, not once correctly. (“Chabonat,” Chabonee,” and “Shabowner” are a few of his creations, with the closest to the mark being “Charbono.”) Admittedly, the French Canadian’s name is not easy to spell, but one would expect the simple last name of Clark’s longtime friend and co-commander of the expedition to have been inviolate. Yet even here Clark spurned consistency, on one occasion referring to Captain Lewis as “Cap Lewers” and on another naming what is now called the Salmon River “Louis’s river.”

The whole essay is worth a click.

Every historian who studies Lewis & Clark falls in love with Sacagawea

But they can’t agree on her name.

The problem was that Sacajawea was Shoshone, but Sakakawea was captured at age 12 by the Hidatsas. So is her name Shoshone or Hidatsa? The problem is further compounded by the fact that Lewis and Clark couldn’t spell. Clark was the most creative — for example, he spelled Sioux no less than 27 different ways in the Journals.

Sacagawea is the official federal spelling. It is considered to be a Hidatsa word meaning “Bird Woman,” though apparently that is not how the Hidatsas spell it.

Sakakawea is the Hidatsa/North Dakota spelling. According to the North Dakota Historical Society:

Her Hidatsa name, which Charbonneau stated meant “Bird Woman,” should be spelled “Tsakakawias” according to the foremost Hidatsa language authority, Dr. Washington Matthews. When this name is anglicized for easy pronunciation, it becomes Sakakawea, “Sakaka” meaning “bird” and “wea” meaning “woman.”

Sacajawea ia the spelling adopted by Wyoming and some other western states, relying on the Shoshone. According to the web site Trail Tribes:

The Lemhi Shoshone call her Sacajawea. It is derived from the Shoshone word for her name, Saca tzah we yaa. In his Cash Book, William Clark spells Sacajawea with a “J”. Also, William Clark and Private George Shannon explained to Nicholas Biddle (Published the first Lewis and Clark Journals in 1814) about the pronunciation of her name and how the tz sounds more like a “j”. What better authority on the pronunciation of her name than Clark and Shannon who traveled with her and constantly heard the pronunciation of her name. We do not believe it is a Minnetaree (Hidatsa) word for her name. Sacajawea was a Lemhi Shoshone not a Hidatsa. Her people the Lemhi Shoshone honor her freedom and will continue using the name Sacajawea. Most Shoshone elders conclude that her name is a Shoshone word: Saca tzah we yaa which means burden.

Lewis and Clark (or at least Clark) called Sacagawea Janey. Clark raised the boy, John Baptiste Charbonneau (called Pomp by Clark) from age six and arranged for him to be educated in Europe when Pomp was 19.

The best evidence suggests that Sacagawea died in 1812.

Through the ages

The Lansbury-Harvey relationship (see preceding entry) reminded me of a couple of other strange Hollywood castings.

Paul Newman was three years younger than Jo Van Fleet, who played his mother, in Cool Hand Luke.

Anne Bancroft was 36 when she played the “older” woman to Dustin Hoffman’s 30 in The Graduate.

Queen of Diamonds

NewMexiKen watched the original Manchurian Candidate the other evening — twice. The 1962 film with Frank Sinatra, Laurence Harvey and Angela Lansbury holds up well to a careful watching (I hadn’t seen it since it was first run in 1962). It was made even more interesting by the second viewing with Producer/Director John Frankenheimer’s voice-over commentary.

Lansbury was 36 when she played 34-year-old Harvey’s mother in the film. For that alone she deserved the Academy Award nomination she got.

Remarkable

NewMexiKen is a Netflix customer though not a fanatic about it, but I have to admit that for this day and age this is world class customer service. From Pogues Posts:

Faithful Pogue’s Posts readers (if there is such a thing, for a blog only two weeks old) may remember my note from last week about the rare and exquisite bird known as Netflix customer service. I wrote about how I lost one of the Netflix DVD’s I’d rented, and discovered that the company’s lost-disc policy is sensible and casual: you report it lost, they charge you $20. If you find it, they give back the $20.

But reader Peter N. topped that one:

“I once somehow managed to stuff one of my own DVD’s into a Netflix return envelope and not realize it until it was in the mail. I was certain that I would never see that disc again.

“I sent an e-mail to customer service anyway. I got a prompt reply saying that they would locate my DVD and send it back to me — and that’s exactly what they did. With no charge at all.

“I continue to be astounded by this every time I think of it.”

Me too, actually. That’s just amazing.