Thomas Pynchon…

is 67 today. The always excellent Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor tells us about Pynchon.

It’s the birthday of novelist Thomas Pynchon, born in Glen Cove, Long Island (1937). In college at Cornell University, he majored in engineering physics. He got straight A’s in all his engineering and physics classes, but after taking a class from Vladimir Nabokov, he decided to switch his major to English literature.

After college, he got a job working as a technical writer for the Boeing aerospace company. Employees there described him as incredibly quiet and diligent. He worked at the company for two years, and then traveled to Mexico, where he produced his first novel, V. (1963), about drunken former sailors, alligator hunters in the sewers of New York City, and the search for a mysterious female spy. V. was one of the most critically acclaimed novels of the 1960s, and Time magazine sent a photographer to Mexico City to find the author. According to legend, Pynchon jumped out the window of his apartment and fled into the mountains to escape the photographer. Since that day, he has never willingly submitted to a photograph, given an interview, or appeared in public.

His second novel was The Crying of Lot 49 (1966), about a woman’s effort to uncover a secret international postal service called W.A.S.T.E., which uses a muted trumpet as its logo. The novel became a cult favorite among college students, and fans of the book began to draw muted trumpets on bathroom walls and subway corridors, to suggest that the fictional postal service actually existed.

In 1973, Pynchon published Gravity’s Rainbow, which many consider his masterpiece, the story of a secret society of rocket scientists conspiring to take over the world in the closing days of World War II. He didn’t publish another book for the next seventeen years, and he became a kind of mythical figure. People said that he lived on the run, giving out false names wherever he went. Some claimed he had joined a band of Mexican rebel fighters. Others claimed that he and J.D. Salinger were actually the same person. And near the end of the 1980s, there was speculation that he might, in fact, be the Unabomber.

Then, in the late 1990s, an article in New York magazine revealed that he lived in New York City with his wife and son. He wasn’t hiding out in an underground bunker; he just wasn’t seeking publicity. He published his most recent novel, Mason and Dixon in 1997, and he has since written the liner notes for a rock band called Lotion and provided an introduction for a new edition of George Orwell’s 1984. In January of this year, he played himself on the animated TV show The Simpsons, wearing a paper bag over his animated head.

Harry S Truman…

was born on this date in 1884. NewMexiKen presents this excerpt from a recently located Truman diary, first published here last August.

January 6, 1947 — Arose at 5:45 A.M.[,] read the papers and at 7:10 walked to the station to meet the family. Took 35 minutes. It was a good walk. Sure is fine to have them back. This great white jail is a hell of a place in which to be alone. While I work from early morning until late at night, it is a ghostly place. The floors pop and crack all night long. Anyone with imagination can see old Jim Buchanan walking up and down worrying about conditions not of his making. Then there’s Van Buren who inherited a terrible mess from his predecessor as did poor old James Madison. Of course Andrew Johnson was the worst mistreated of any of them. But they all walk up and down the halls of this place and moan about what they should have done and didn’t. So-you see. I’ve only named a few. The ones who had Boswells and New England historians are too busy trying to control heaven and hell to come back here. So the tortured souls who were and are misrepresented in history are the ones who come back. It’s a hell of a place.

Still is.

The most powerful cry that I think you can find in the human voice

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Robert Johnson was born on this date in 1911.

Though he recorded only 29 songs in his brief career – 22 of which appeared on 78 rpm singles released on the Vocalion label, including his first and most popular, “Terraplane Blues” – Johnson nonetheless altered the course of American music. In the words of biographer Stephen C. LaVere, “Robert Johnson is the most influential bluesman of all time and the person most responsible for the shape popular music has taken in the last five decades.” Such classics as “Cross Road Blues,” “Love In Vain” and “Sweet Home Chicago” are the bedrock upon which modern blues and rock and roll were built.

Or, as Eric Clapton put it in the liner notes to the Johnson boxed-set, “Robert Johnson to me is the most important blues musician who ever lived….I have never found anything more deeply soulful than Robert Johnson. His music remains the most powerful cry that I think you can find in the human voice, really.”

You can’t please everyone, so you gotta please yourself

Eric Hilliard Nelson, that is, Rick Nelson, would have been 64 today. (He died in a plane crash on New Year’s Eve 1985.)

I went to a Garden Party
To reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories
and play our songs again.

When I got to the Garden Party
They all knew my name
But no one recognized me
I didn’t look the same.

But it’s all right now.
I learned my lesson well.
You see you can’t please everyone
So you got to please yourself.

Rick Nelson, “Garden Party” (1971)

Rick/Ricky Nelson’s Official Website

Melissa Gilbert…

is 40 today. Yup, “Half Pint” from The Little House on the Prairie. She was 10 when the show began.

Ms. Gilbert has been President of the Screen Actors Guild since 2001. (Past presidents include Ronald Reagan, Charlton Heston, Ed Asner and Patty Duke).

Some Melissa Gilbert trivia — Ms. Gilbert was the youngest person ever to receive a star in the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Dated Tom Cruise. Was in a relationship with Rob Lowe in the 80s. She is married to Bruce Boxleitner. They have a son and Ms. Gilbert has another son from a previous marriage.

Let It Be

LetItBe.jpgThe Beatles released their last album, Let It Be, on this date in 1970. The tracks were originally recorded 14 months earlier, well before Abbey Road.

Let It Be was the only Beatles album to receive negative, even hostile reviews. The group was dissolving and the tension affected the music. Then in post-production, Phil Spector added his “wall-of-sound” treatment.

Of course, a poor Beatles album is better than most other bands best work.

In 2003, the album was re-released as Let It Be…Naked with Spector’s additions deleted. Here’s the whole story from Stephen Thomas Erlewine of the All Music Guide.

Always Coca-Cola

The very first Coca-Cola was sold at Jacob’s Pharmacy in Atlanta on this date in 1886. Dr. John S. Pemberton created the formula, which until 1905 had extracts of cocaine, as well as caffeine-rich kola nut. Bookkeeper Frank Robinson coined the name and it’s his handwriting we know from the trademark.

Nail biter

A construction worker had six 3 1/2-inch nails driven into his head in an accident with a high-powered nail gun, but doctors said Wednesday they expect him to make a full recovery. Check out the x-ray at CNN.com.

Even worse than this

“President Bush apologized on TV to Iraqi prisoners. I don’t know if the apology was sincere, because at the end, he says, ‘I’m George Bush and I approve of this naked pyramid.’ ”

— Craig Kilborn

“As you know it’s May sweeps — which is a real dilemma for the Bush White House. Do they bring out Osama now or wait until November?”

— Jay Leno

“President Bush is on a bus tour right now, visiting small towns in Michigan and Ohio, because he says, and I quote, ‘I find it really fun to go to a place where people don’t expect the president to come.’ So the next place he’s going — a bookstore.”

— Jay Leno

Not quite that bad

“The prisoner scandal is yet another election year problem for President Bush. And, with the economy still struggling, combat operations in Iraq dragging on, and the 9-11 hearings revealing damning information, even an opponent of limited political skill should be able to capitalize on those problems. The Democrats, however, chose to nominate John Kerry.”

— Jon Stewart

“Insiders have begun voicing serious concerns about how he’s conducting his campaign. One aide told the New York Times that while Bush’s message of ‘steady leadership’ has remained consistent, Kerry has gone through six different messages in the 18 months he’s been running, including, at one particularly desperate juncture, ‘Kerry: Health care jobs for the troops’ environment.’ ”

— Jon Stewart

“John Kerry spent the day reading to preschoolers … and the kids said Kerry actually lacked warmth and failed to articulate a clear message. … And then, Bush also read to preschoolers and he raised over $3 million.”

— David Letterman

“President Bush said John Kerry is on both sides of every issue. And Kerry replied, ‘No, I’m not … but there is some truth to that.’ ”

— Craig Kilborn

Feeling creative?

Designs on the White House has a contest to select eight Kerry campaign T-shirts.

1. Best Pro-Kerry Shirt (positive spin, no mention of Bush)
2. Best Anti-Bush Shirt (negative spin, must mention Bush)
3. Best Issue Shirt – Domestic
4. Best Issue Shirt – Foreign
5. Funniest Shirt
6. Best Retro Shirt
7. Best Get Out The Vote Shirt
8. Most stylish / Most likely to be featured on Queer Eye*

Clean house

Newsday:

[T]he whole national security team should be fired.

It’s just not Rumsfeld and his deputy, Paul Wolfowitz – and his deputy, Douglas Feith – it’s also the director of central intelligence, George Tenet, and national security adviser Condoleezza Rice. They were wrong about the reasons for going to war; they were wrong about the danger of a terrorist attack before Sept. 11, 2001; they were wrong about how easy it would be to rebuild post-war Iraq, and they have been wrong about how Iraqis detained and imprisoned should be treated – not to mention denying U.S. citizens held in terrorism investigations their basic constitutional rights.

And we’re not even talking here about the No. 1 honcho on every aspect of the war: Vice President Dick Cheney. He can’t be fired, of course. But why does he have to be on the Republican ticket come November? Then again, the last president to shake up his government in a dramatic fashion was Jimmy Carter, and look where it got him. Once you take the top people out, there is only one person left to blame.

Link via Eschaton.

The Week Quiz

Take The Week Quiz.

NewMexiKen scored seven correct out of ten this week. Second-guessing caused me to miss two I had right in the first place. And not reading the question messed me up on the third. I always have a problem with those “which one of these is not true” questions.

NewMexiKen protocol requires you to post your score. There has been some carelessness in that regard lately. Shape up.

Medical marijuana

Dave Pell wonders that if teenagers get the vote in California (there is an effort underway) acne might become an illness treatable with medical marijuana.

NewMexiKen is thinking that if seniors had the political clout they think they have, medical marijuana would be an approved treatment for prostate problems and osteoporosis.

And gingivitis and hair loss.

Average IQ by state and how they voted in 2000

This chart has been bandied about the blogosphere for several days. NewMexiKen thought about linking it before, but decided against. First, how is this sort of thing determined — a state’s average IQ? Second — well, you’ll see. I am a resident of New Mexico.

[Update November 4, 2004: See also here.]

Reminds me of when right-wing California Superintendent of Schools Max Rafferty lost to Alan Cranston for the U.S. Senate. Rafferty left California sometime after for a job in Alabama. Word was his move from California to Alabama raised the average IQ of both states 10 points.

Playing around

Regular visitors to NewMexiKen know that I am always tweaking the appearance — and often overhauling it. Now I’ll give you a chance.

Tired of this plain vanilla appearance? How about some color?

Or this?

Prefer plain, come on back.

If this works correctly, whichever style you have when you close the page should be the one that appears next time you return.

Except of course, if I change it.

If I wanted to make a difference in kids’ lives

Erin O’Connor at Critical Mass (commentary on the state of American academe) has some thoughts on leaving Penn to teach at a small boarding school. Her thoughts on the current state of education resonated with NewMexiKen, so I pass some of them along.

I’ve been teaching college since 1991. Along the line, I’ve stopped feeling that I can do the sort of teaching I want to do in a university setting. Too many people arrive at college–even a place like Penn–without solid reading and writing skills. And once they are there, it’s almost guaranteed that they won’t acquire them. Their educations are too unstructured, there is too little continuity with individual professors and too little coordination among professors, there are too few professors who will take the time to work closely with students to help them develop and improve their skills. I noticed that the best students were ones who brought their skills with them to college, while the weaker ones were those who had been done a disservice in K-12. I noticed, too, that most people turned a blind eye on this realization, and taught their classes as if their students were far more prepared than they were. I noticed that they inflated grades to cover this up, and that they groused among one another–utterly unselfconscious about the fact that as teachers they have a responsibility to, you know, teach–about how students these days just aren’t very smart. I realized that there was not much I could do in such a setting to change things, and that if I wanted to make a difference in kids’ lives, I needed to encounter them when they were younger. My leaving academe is certainly in part a gesture of disgust at the corruption I’ve documented endlessly on Critical Mass. But, far more elementally, it is an attempt to put myself in an educational setting where I can actually do some solid, lasting good.

Why not go pro?

Author David Shields writes about going pro in The New York Times:

I suspect the real reason the N.F.L. and N.B.A. don’t want high schoolers and college underclassmen to play with their ball is that they don’t want to jeopardize their relationship with National Collegiate Athletic Association, which serves as a sort of free minor league and unpaid promotional department for the pros. The N.C.A.A. is a multibillion-dollar business built on the talents of players who are often unqualified for or uninterested in being students and who benefit materially from the system only if they are among the few who turn professional.

Teenage pros are hardly limited to football and basketball. In his first season of professional hockey, Wayne Gretzky was 18. The new star of Major League Soccer is 14-year-old Freddy Adu. John McEnroe turned pro after his freshman year at Stanford. Tiger Woods did so after his sophomore year. Venus Williams and her sister Serena left school in their early teens to play tennis. Gary Sheffield entered the major leagues at 19, as did Mickey Mantle.

Most baseball players don’t attend college, and few graduate. Only 22 percent of the players in the N.H.L. attended college. Yet there is never an outcry over youthful debuts in hockey, soccer, tennis, golf and baseball.

NewMexiKen has gone 360 degrees on this. Now I say, pay them to play in college or let them turn pro.

Update: Greg Hansen talks about college vs. the NBA in today’s Arizona Daily Star.

Amadeo Peter Giannini…

was born on this date in 1870. Giannini was one of Time’s 20 most influential builders and titans of the 20th century. Daniel Kadlec wrote the story:

Like a lot of folks in the San Francisco area, Amadeo Peter Giannini was thrown from his bed in the wee hours of April 18, 1906, when the Great Quake shook parts of the city to rubble. He hurriedly dressed and hitched a team of horses to a borrowed produce wagon and headed into town–to the Bank of Italy, which he had founded two years earlier. Sifting through the ruins, he discreetly loaded $2 million in gold, coins and securities onto the wagon bed, covered the bank’s resources with a layer of vegetables and headed home.

In the days after the disaster, the man known as A.P. broke ranks with his fellow bankers, many of whom wanted area banks to remain shut to sort out the damage. Giannini quickly set up shop on the docks near San Francisco’s North Beach. With a wooden plank straddling two barrels for a desk, he began to extend credit “on a face and a signature” to small businesses and individuals in need of money to rebuild their lives. His actions spurred the city’s redevelopment.

That would have been legacy enough for most people. But Giannini’s mark extends far beyond San Francisco, where his dogged determination and unusual focus on “the little people” helped build what was at his death the largest bank in the country, Bank of America, with assets of $5 billion. (It’s now No. 2, with assets of $572 billion, behind Citigroup’s $751 billion.)

Most bank customers today take for granted the things Giannini pioneered, including home mortgages, auto loans and other installment credit. Heck, most of us take banks for granted. But they didn’t exist, at least not for working stiffs, until Giannini came along.

Giannini also made a career out of lending to out-of-favor industries. He helped the California wine industry get started, then bankrolled Hollywood at a time when the movie industry was anything but proven. In 1923 he created a motion-picture loan division and helped Mary Pickford, Charlie Chaplin, Douglas Fairbanks and D.W. Griffith start United Artists. When Walt Disney ran $2 million over budget on Snow White, Giannini stepped in with a loan.

When Giannini died at age 79, his estate was worth less than $500,000. It was purely by choice. He could have been a billionaire but disdained great wealth, believing it would make him lose touch with the people he wanted to serve. For years he accepted virtually no pay, and upon being granted a surprise $1.5 million bonus one year promptly gave it all to the University of California. “Money itch is a bad thing,” he once said. “I never had that trouble.”