Highlights from Recent Reading

A [man I know] has a wonderful habit of making remarks that never seem to come out the way he planned. A friend asked if he had ever seen a certain play and if he liked it. “Oh, don’t miss it if you can,” said Dave. And once he brought an argument to an abrupt and triumphant conclusion with what, to date, is my favorite sentence: “Well, I may be wrong but I’m not far from it.”

from A Watched Proverb Butters No Parsnips, by Frank Sullivan

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GROUCHO: Where are you from?

WOMAN: I’m from South Wales.

GROUCHO: Did you ever meet a fellow named Jonah? He lived in whales for a while. The middle part.

from The Essential Groucho, edited by Stefan Kanfer

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MAN: I’m what you call a horse psychiatrist.

GROUCHO: You must have the biggest couch in town. I suppose you get a lot of horses whose wives are nags?

from The Essential Groucho, edited by Stefan Kanfer

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When he came in U.S.A. Uncle John was speaking Russian, Turkish, Persian, Syrian, Armenian, Tartar, and Georgian. Naturally, it didn’t leave much place in his head for this language. So every time he couldn’t think of a word he needed in English, he just said, “I luff you.” He surely made a lot of new friends this way, specially lady friends.

from Anything Can Happen, by George and Helen Waite Papashvily

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Phil Regan [whom I knew well] turned eighty in 2017 and was still coaching in the minors for the Mets. One morning that spring, I asked him about his well-known reputation for slick deliveries. This was a man who once dropped a Vaseline tube from his jacket pocket on the bases. Yet, at first, he demurred.

“Who told you that?” he barked, then dove into a story about a game at Wrigley Field on August 18, 1968. Pitching for the Cubs against Cincinnati, Regan was repeatedly cited for throwing illegal pitches. Twice, when the batter put the ball in play for an out, the plate umpire Chris Pelekoudas ordered him back to the plate to hit again. It was quite a scene, Regan said: his catcher was tossed from the game, but he kept pitching because the umpires found nothing on his cap or glove. The next day, league president Warren Giles flew to town for an emergency meeting and promptly undercut the umpires, holding a news conference and praising Regan as a “fine Christian gentleman.” One little problem: the umpires were right about Regan.

“They said they called 14 illegal pitches,” Regan said. “They missed three!”

from K: A History of Baseball in Ten Pitches, by Tyler Kepner

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There is one personal name in the binomials which makes me shudder a bit. I have not been quite so keen on isabellinus, or the Anglicised form Isabelline, since discovering the story behind the word. It appears that the most likely explanation is that Queen Isabella of Spain (1451-1504) — better known as the joint sponsor, with King Ferdinand, of the voyages of Columbus — has been eternally linked to the fawn colour since vowing not to change her underwear until Spain was freed from the Moors. Somehow, I am no longer quite so anxious to see an Isabelline Shrike or an Isabelline Wheatear. The term is in evidence in French in 1595, and was used in 1600 to describe a [fawn-colored] gown in the wardrobe of Elizabeth I. It was widely used later in French to describe dun-colored horses, so there is little surprise that its currency in bird names is down to its use by … French ornithologists.

from Lapwings, Loons and Lousy Jacks: the How and Why of Bird Names, by Ray Reedman

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After many years of marriage, the one piece of advice I can give is this: For some reason, women really like the towels folded in thirds.

from a meme I saw on the Internet

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People need their beliefs to be consistent and compatible. Incompatible beliefs (dissonant cognitions) cause psychological tension. For instance, if your belief system tells you the world should have ended, but it didn’t, you’ll need to resolve this discrepancy. A simple way to do so would be to discard your disproven beliefs. However, if you have already deeply committed yourself to those beliefs — for instance, if you have quit your job, left your spouse, and risked getting locked away in a mental asylum on account of your convictions — accepting that you were wrong might not be so easy. In such a case, it might paradoxically be easier to try to strengthen your belief by attempting to recruit other believers — because convincing someone else to share your ideas is like getting a vote of confidence. Suddenly your being right seems possible again. … If more and more people can be persuaded that the system of belief is correct, then clearly it must, after all, be correct….

Have you ever gotten into an argument with someone who wouldn’t change his mind no matter what facts, evidence, or logic you presented him with? … You might as well give up the effort, because beliefs can easily survive being disproven — and can in fact become stronger as a result.

from Elephants on Acid and other Bizarre Experiments, by Alex Boese

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The Linville River Railway, extending from Cranberry to Boone, was incorporated as a common carrier and operated jointly with the East Tennessee & Western North Carolina Railroad by the Cranberry iron mine corporation, which owned them both …

Boone held a banquet to celebrate, at which Mayor Shull, of Banner Elk (which, unfortunately, was left some four miles off the line), was asked after a round of gloating speeches to extend congratulations from his town. Mr. Shull rose and remarked, “I remember when the only way a man could get into Boone was to be born there,” and sat down.

from Slow Train to Yesterday, by Archie Robertson

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With air-conditioning and the female invasion, the institution of the smoking-car [on trains] disappeared in what is perhaps the most complete example of the leveling-out of manners and morals. … The habit [of story-telling] has disappeared along with the Chestnut Bell, a small bell attached to the vest, which one tinkled politely to forestall the telling of a twice-told tale. [I was unable to find out more about chestnut bells online, although I’m sure it’s tied to the definition of “chestnut” as “an old or stale joke, anecdote, etc.”].

It was a drummer who told it upon himself that he had promised the branch-line engineer a box of cigars if only once he brought his train into the junction on time. Thereafter, on hearing the train whistle around the bend just as it was due, he hurried to the cigar-stand, bought their best Havanas, and presented it to the man in the cab. Admiring onlookers cheered, but the modest engineer declined.

“I don’t guess I can rightly take it,” he explained. “This here is yesterday’s train.”

from Slow Train to Yesterday, by Archie Robertson

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Don’t you remember when you used to come by the old village blacksmith shop and see me there shooing flies?

from On a Slow Train Through Arkansaw, by Thomas William Jackson

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I know there are those who claim they have never been lost, but if this is so, it is only because they have never been anywhere.

from Ridge Runner, by Gerald Averill

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A Word to Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

Selected Poetry of Ogden Nash

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I Do, I Will, I Have

How wise I am to have instructed the butler to instruct the first footman to instruct the second footman to instruct the doorman to order my carriage;
I am about to volunteer a definition of marriage.
Just as I know that there are two Hagens, Walter and Copen,
I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered into by a man who can’t sleep with the window shut and a woman who can’t sleep with the window open.
Moreover just as I am unsure of the difference between flora and fauna and flotsam and jetsam
I am quite sure that marriage is the alliance of two people one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other never forgetsam,
And he refused to believe there is a leak in the water pipe or the gas pipe and she is convinced she is about to asphyxiate or drown,
And she says Quick get up and get my hairbrushes off the window sill, it’s raining in, and he replies Oh they’re all right, it’s only raining straight down.
That is why marriage is so much more interesting than divorce,
Because its the only known example of the happy meeting of the immovable object and the irresistible force.
So I hope husbands and wives will continue to debate and combat over everything debatable and combatable,
Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life, particularly if he has income and she is pattable.

Selected Poetry of Ogden Nash

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The Sunset Years of Samuel Shy

Master I may be,
But not of my fate.
Now come the kisses, too many too late.
Tell me, O Parcae,
For fain would I know
Where were these kisses three decades ago?
Girls there were plenty,
Mint julep girls, beer girls,
Gay younger married and headstrong career girls,
The girls of my friends,
Some smugly settled and some at loose ends,
Sad girls, serene girls,
Girls breathless and turbulent,
Debs cosmopolitan, matrons suburbulent,
All of them amiable,
All of them cordial,
Innocent rousers of instincts primordial,
But even though health and wealth
Hadn’t yet missed me,
None of them,
Not even Jenny,
Once kissed me.

These very same girls
Who with me have grown older
Now freely relax with a head on my shoulder,
And now come the kisses,
A flood in full spate,
The meaningless kisses, too many too late.
They kiss me hello,
They kiss me goodbye,
should I offer a light, there’s a kiss for reply.
They kiss me at weddings,
They kiss me at wakes,
The drop of a hat is less than it takes.
They kiss me at cocktails,
They kiss me at bridge,
It’s all automatic, like slapping a midge.
The sound of their kisses
Is loud in my ears
Like the locust that swarm every seventeen years.

I’m arthritic, dyspeptic,
potentially ulcery,
And weary of kisses by custom compulsory.
Should my dear ones commit me
As senile demential,
It’s from kisses perfunctory, inconsequential.
Answer, O Parcae,
For fain would I know,
Where were these kisses three decades ago?

Selected Poetry of Ogden Nash

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September Is Summer, Too or It’s Never Too Late to Be Uncomfortable

Well, well, well, so this is summer, isn’t that mirabile dictu,
And these are the days when whatever you sit down on you stick to.
These are the days when those who sell four ounces of synthetic lemonade concocted in a theater basement for a quarter enter into their inheritance,
And Rum Collinses soak through paper napkins onto people’s Hepplewhites and Sheratons,
And progressive-minded citizens don their most porous finery and frippery.
But it doesn’t help, because underneath they are simultaneously sticky and slippery.
And some insomniacs woo insomnia plus pajamas and others minus,
And everybody patronizes air-conditioned shops and movies to get cool and then complains that the difference in temperature gives them lumbago and sinus,
And people trapped in doorways by thunderstorms console themselves by saying, Well, anyway this will cool it off while we wait,
So during the storm the mercury plunges from ninety-four to ninety-three and afterwards climbs immediately to ninety-eight.
And marriages break up over such momentous questions as Who ran against Harding — Davis or Cox?
And when you go to strike a match the head dissolves on the box,
but the estival phenomena amaze me not,
What does amaze me is how every year people are amazed to discover that summer is hot.

Selected Poetry of Ogden Nash

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The Big Four personality traits:

  1. Openness to experience — receptivity to new ideas and new experiences
  2. Conscientiousness — tendency to be responsible, organized, and hardworking; to be goal directed; and to adhere to norms and rules
  3. Extroversion — tendency to search for novel experiences and social connections that allow them to interact with other humans as much as possible
  4. Agreeableness — tendency toward anxiety, depression, self-doubt, and other negative feelings

Fortitude, by Dan Crenshaw

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The SEAL teams, like many military units are relentless in the pursuit of establishing hero archetypes. … We talk about it all the time, and we beat it into our trainees:

  • You will be someone who is never late.
  • You will be someone who takes care of his men, gets to known them, and puts their needs before yours.
  • You will be someone who does not quit in the face of adversity.
  • You will be someone who takes charge and leads when no one else will.
  • You will be detailed oriented, always vigilant.
  • You will be aggressive in your actions but never lose your cool.
  • You will have a sense of humor because sometimes that is all that can get you through the darkest hours.
  • You will work hard and perform even when no one is watching.
  • You will be creative and think outside the box, even if it gets you in trouble.
  • You are a rebel, but not a mutineer.
  • You are a jack of all trades and master of none.

Fortitude, by Dan Crenshaw

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You have a duty to try hard not to offend others, and try harder not to be offended.

Fortitude, by Dan Crenshaw

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Reptile/Amphibian #39 – Southern Black Racer

coluber constrictor priapus

Thursday, September 7, 2023 – 11:09 am

Holla Bend National Wildlife Refuge, AR

I was birding along the levy hiking trail through woods when I came within two feet of stepping on this snake. It was about two-feet long, maybe a little bit more. It was curled up as in the photos, and never moved the entire time I watched except for the occasional flit of its tongue.

Racers are supposed to flee when approached and get aggressive when cornered, but this one did neither as I took photos from just a few feet away.

I continued on birding, and when I came back 15 minutes later, it had disappeared.

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Reptile/Amphibian #38 – Broad-banded Watersnake

nerodia fasciata confluens

Wednesday, August 30, 2023 – 9:14 am

Bald Knob National Wildlife Refuge, Arkansas

I spotted this snake swimming in a channel along a rice field. It was perhaps two feet long. I was standing on the road about 15 feet away. It swam steadily except when I moved suddenly. It reacted by sinking down into the water so that only its head was above the surface. When it decided I wasn’t a threat, it continued on its way, moving toward the far bank and disappearing into overhanging vegetation.

Less than five minutes after it disappeared, a Cottonmouth crossed the road in front of me and disappeared down into the same ditch.

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Bird #600 – Fulvous Whistling-Duck

dendrocygna bicolor

Bald Knob National Wildlife Refuge, Arkansas

Friday, July 14, 2023 – 4:26 pm

After I saw the Cave Swallows yesterday, there was only one species that occurs annually in Arkansas that I didn’t have on my life list. Now there are none. From here on, any lifers in Arkansas will be vagrants.

I had a long day yesterday, driving down to Texas and back, and I was out and about this morning. I had just  showered and was about to settle in for a quiet evening of movie watching and reading when Michael Litz messaged the birding group that Fulvous Whistling-Ducks were present at Bald Knob. I was tired, and Bald Knob is about an hour and 20 minutes away, but I didn’t hesitate. I was in the car less than 10 minutes after I saw the message.

It was an extremely muggy, hot day with threatening clouds moving in when I arrived at the refuge. I drove to the cell (kinda like a pond, only rectangular and very shallow, and the water level is controlled by refuge personnel for rice farming and bird habitat) with the best habitat. I stopped the car, scanned the water and had my lifer.

Two of the ducks were foraging along a large mudflat in the middle of the cell. I took some photos, but the birds were a long way off and the light wasn’t optimum. I drove around to the west end and soon saw another group of six not far away from the first two. The two groups slowly wandered closer to each other, feeding as they went. They usually had their heads down, but occasionally one would look up alertly. Another birder came by, and while we were talking the flock flew further away to the far edge of the cell. I saw them briefly in flight but didn’t get good looks or photos. They seemed to settle in in their new location, perhaps for the night, as they were still in the same place an hour later when I left.

Six hundred lifers (560 in the U.S.) is a significant milestone and it’s almost embarrassing how easy this one was to get. I neither discovered the birds or had any trouble at all locating them.

Fulvous Whistling-Ducks breed in southern California, Texas, and Florida. A few wander up into Arkansas every year, but the only spot where they’re seen regularly is on private property. I knew I’d see them eventually, and I was prepared to jump at the first opportunity. I didn’t know that opportunity would come this soon. I didn’t hear them whistle. Also, Fulvous is an awful name for a beautiful duck — it means dull brownish yellow.

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Bird #599 – Cave Swallow

petrochelidon fulva

Carthage, Texas – Respass Creek at Route 79

Thursday, July 13, 2023 – 10:50 am

There are only two more birds that appear annually in Arkansas that aren’t on my life list, and both of them are considered rare in the state. They are the Fulvous Whistling-Duck and the Cave Swallow. Cave Swallows don’t nest in Arkansas, so far as I know, but later in the summer, scattered individuals show up. These are often immature birds with flocks of the very similar Cliff Swallow. The challenge is knowing where they will show up, and then separating them from immature Cliff Swallows, which look even more like Cave Swallows than adults do.

Cave Swallows used to be very rare in the U.S., nesting only in a couple of caves (hence the name) in the Southwest. But then, about 60 years ago, some bright Cave Swallows realized that bridges, culverts, and other man-made structures have openings that look a lot like caves. Now they nest in colonies all across Texas and even in South Florida, and they appear to be expanding their range even more.

So I decided not to wait until I saw one in Arkansas but, instead, find the nearest breeding colony and look for them there. According to eBird, this was just outside Carthage, Texas, four hours and 10 minutes away. Did I want to make an eight-and-a-half hour round trip to add a new bird? I decided I did.

This particular colony has built mud nests in the culverts under the bridge where Respass Creek goes under Route 79, a four-lane, 60 mph highway. Traffic was fairly busy, but not so busy that crossing back and forth across the highway was a problem. And there were wide shoulders. I parked and identified the swallows flying overhead before I even got out of my car.

I spent the next 45 minutes watching them and trying to get decent, identifiable photos. There were maybe 45 birds wheeling overhead. There were tall woods on either side of the highway, and the flock was often above tree level — sometimes way above tree level. Other times, they came down lower and swirled about over the highway. Occasionally one would dive down into one of the five culverts under the bridge. Four college-age kids parked by my car and went down into the creek. I didn’t ask them what they were doing, but it looked like some sort of research, perhaps as part of their studies. They weren’t there to see the swallows. After they left, I climbed down the bank and looked into three of the five culverts. Each of them had five or six mud nests (see the photo), not all bunched together like Cliff Swallow nests sometimes are, but not far apart either.

I walked into one of the culverts and spooked a few birds that had been hanging around the nests. They fluttered about in the dark tunnel and made their harsh calls. They had just begun to settle down, and I got one photo of one on a nest, when the four kids came back and started doing whatever they were doing at the other end of the culvert. This trapped three swallows between us. They flitted back and forth for a couple minutes, then escaped out of the culvert. I figured as long as the kids were there, I wasn’t going to get any better photos, so I left.

As I mentioned, Cave Swallows look a lot like Cliff Swallows, which I’m very familiar with. They had the same basic coloring, the same body shape and size, and very similar calls. Cliff Swallows have dark throats and white foreheads. Cave Swallows have pale orange throats and darker orange foreheads. For comparison, here’s a photo I took of a couple Cliff Swallows two years ago in Colorado.

I’ll record my other adventures of the day here for lack of a better place.

It was raining hard when I left Conway early in the morning. Along I-30, south of Little Rock, there’s a construction zone with curvy narrow lanes lined with cement walls. I was in the inside lane in packed traffic when a deluge hit and almost blocked my view of the lane. I couldn’t pull over because there was a line of trucks in the right lane, I couldn’t slow down because some moron in a semi was about four feet off my back bumper (and I’m not exaggerating), and all I could see of the truck in front of me was hazy taillights. Somehow I managed to avoid the cement wall and all the trucks and escape.

Half an hour later, still on I-30, the rain had stopped and there was a lot less traffic. I was passing a semi with a flatbed trailer. I’d just pulled even with his rear wheels when he had a blowout. There was a very loud bang, the trailer hopped up off the road a few inches, and large pieces of rubber flew all over. Fortunately, the blowout was on the other side of the trailer from me, and the driver didn’t even swerve out of his lane. I was never in any danger, as it turned out, but it was another harrowing truck-related moment. The rest of the trip was uneventful.

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