Exclusive of periodicals like Punch (1841-1891 run plus large batches after), the Connecticut State Register (1816-1992 run, plus batches before and after), Military History Quarterly, American Heritage, and some comic book series, that's the total. Inclusive of the periodicals, it's likely I have ca. 3,300 books in my apartment.
Off-hand, if I had to liquidate it, probably wouldn't get a huge amount, though there are a few books that are interesting (I discovered my copy of Art Young's autobiography is signed), and the long runs of Punch and the Connecticut Register together are probably worth in the high four figures. Call it maybe $15,000 worth of books.
I saw this quote on an LJ that I see, though the author did not allow comments on it. The context was a deeply negative reaction to a pending initiative in Mississippi that would define personhood in a way that would limit what is known as "reproductive rights" in some circles, and "abortion" in others.
Anyway, the quote: "Look, I am sick of this debate. Roe vs. Wade passed in 1973, when I was two years old."
(1) If you are sick of debate, you are sick of democracy. Debate is what fuels democracy, and the only time debate truly ends on something is when you have a large-scale consensus on something. Universal suffrage is a good example. That was debated for over 40 years, quite hotly, until the 19th Amendment was ratified shortly after World War I. Incidentally, when the amendment was passed, that pretty much resolved the debate, as repealing amendments, while possible, is very difficult and has only been done once (the 18th Amendment). The 2/3, 2/3, 3/4 requirements of a constitutional amendment ensure that there is substantial consensus on something before it is a *constitutional right* (as opposed to a legal right).
(1a) Roe v. Wade didn't just make abortion legal, which could have been done by legislation. It gave it the status of a constitutional right, which is a kind of super-legality that makes it very difficult to regulate.
(2) "Roe v. Wade passed..." Errrrr, no it didn't, and hence the entire problem. Roe v. Wade was the product of a divided Supreme Court, and *not* the product of legislation passed by Congress (or state legislatures). Furthermore, unlike Brown v. Topeka Board of Education, the USSC wasn't hanging its hat on an explicit provision of the Constitution, but on "penumbras." The USSC successively read into the Constitution that: (a) there was a "right to privacy," (b) that this right in turn applied to sexual matters, and (c) that this right in turn meant the government could not ban abortions. Which is certainly something well open to debate.
In my view, had the debate been allowed to proceed either as an explicit Constitutional amendment, or on a state-by-state basis, something would have "given" by now, and there would eventually have been a consensus. (To a certain extent, albeit with some court interference, this is happening with gay marriage.) Brown v. Topeka started a decade-long process that ultimately ended with the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965, as well as a Constitutional amendment banning the poll tax.
Roe v. Wade didn't do that. It was an end-run around the democratic process, and it's caused no end of grief. It was an attempt to put the matter out of debate, and in a major sense, backfired dreadfully. It's also poisoned the process of selecting federal judges.
(3) By the way, I wonder if this person who commented has any problem with the USSC eventually overruling itself, in Brown v. Topeka, in the infamous Plessy v. Ferguson case from 1892. I mean, 50+ year gap there. Debate over. Right? (/sarcasm)
I was made sad today by the news that Earl Kress had passed away from complications due to cancer. Kress was someone whose talents I had admired in shows like Pinky and the Brain and Road Rovers, and the various WB-related comic books. I met him once, under happy circumstances (a lunch I hosted for Kress, Charlie Howell, Tom Ruegger et alia at the Penn Club in New York); he struck me as a soft-spoken and altogether decent man. I am very sorry to see him pass on. My condolences to the family.
Other than it's very quiet here in the city (they turned off the mass transit system, and there's hardly any traffic on the streets), and it's raining hard, not much going on.
The a-eMum's blood pressure needs a bit of regulating. At the moment, she's not on any specific medication, but the a-e has seen some sharp swings that are pretty painful to see, as it affects her emotions.
For a while, she had small bags of Lays, but she got bored with them, and didn't like how greasy they were. She's never been a junk food eater.
So, the a-e, via Amazon, sent her some "Smart Fries," which he himself, because of his low-fat diet, can have. Essentially, air-puffed wheat tubes, fairly high in sodium, good for getting salt back in your system (and thus raising blood pressure).
The a-eMum tried them, and was reasonably satisfied. That, of course, is never enough with her. Last night, her card-index mind recalled that the a-e had sent given her a Nutella sticks treat at Christmas. Essentially, a little package of biscuit sticks with some Nutella, and you dip the sticks in the Nutella. The a-eMum loves Nutella, and rations it out carefully.
At (probably) 1 AM, when the a-eMum was looking to regulate her salt, the idea struck: dip the Smart Fries in Nutella, since they're wheat. Voila! A twist on the snack that gets her the sodium she needs, and the taste she likes.
The a-eMum was highly pleased with herself, and the a-e highly amused. Hey, if it works, it works!
In the same sense that doggies go "wan-wan," and mice go "chu," what is the noise associated with deer? Especially the senbei-noshing Nara variety.
I saw TonyFox mention a DC-4 in one of his recent posts; that very plane came up in a conversation the a-e had with the a-eMum over the weekend.
It started when the a-e sent an excerpt from the 1938 Bradshaw's railway timetable guide home, marked to show how someone would get from Dublin's Westland Row station to Ardrahan, Co. Galway, where the a-eMum had kin who owned a large farm.
This segued into comments regarding carrageenan, which both the a-eMum and a-eDad vividly recall (and detested growing up -- it's a type of seaweed extract), and then, a long-forgotten memory.
The a-eMum recalled that in "1945 or 1946," a plane had crashed in Kinvarra (near Ardrahan), and she remembered collecting rivets from the fields. Did the a-e have anything that would back this?
To the a-e's vast amusement, he did. By going on the Irish Newspaper Archive website, he found that, indeed, a Sabena DC-4, being ferried from Canada to Belgium via Ireland, ran out of fuel short of Galway, and belly-flopped in a potato field near Kinvarra, its course stopped by one of the inevitable low stone walls in the area. The pilot and co-pilot, while banged up, did survive. There was even a photo showing the DC-4 lying upright, wedged against the walls, engines stripped away.
The crash fit the time period, was a time when the a-eMum would have been in the area, and certainly would have sprayed rivets all over the place. There was even a reference to a relative in one of the articles, a local doctor who was called to the scene.
The a-eMum was also amused by this, and promptly passed on the .pdfs of the articles to a few family and friends. She observed that a plane in that part of Ireland in 1946 would still have been something of a rarity. Luckily, the story, while not perhaps happy for Sabena, ended up all right. Well, maybe also for the poor potato farmer! How do you get a DC-4 out of a field?
The a-e got in a few more Levenger BookBoxes (modular wooden bookcases that are, well, box-shaped). It's enabled him to get some things off the floor, and/or sorted better and/or more readily available. (He did find where he'd put his copy of Rovere's "Howe and Hummell: Their True and Scandalous History," a hilarious book about two crooked Victorian-era lawyers of New York.)
He's managed to accumulate 91 of the first 100 volumes of Punch, from 1841 to 1891. Covers quite a lot of ground (a good chunk of the Victorian era, the Civil War, the Crimean War, the Franco-Prussian War, &c.). Sir John Tenniel, perhaps better remembered as the artist for the "Alice" books, was the editorial cartoonist for most of that run. In point of fact, one of the latest volumes the a-e got was the one with the famous "Dropping the Pilot" cartoon involving Otto von Bismarck.
He's missing 5 from the 1845-1851 run, plus an 1866, 1867, 1871 and 1884 volume each.
He has accumulated a pawful of extra volumes, so if there are any lovers of Victoriana out there, drop me a line. I'd sell the volume, cheap ($15+ shipping) or do some trading.
Those who know the a-e, and have seen the a-e's apartment, know that he loves to read and collect. Off and on over the last bunch of years, he's been buying volumes of Punch, the British humour magazine founded in 1841 that went West for the first time in the early 90s, and had a brief and failed revival later. But when it was at its peak, it had many stars, including Sir John Tenniel, who was the editorial cartoonist from the late 1850s to the early 1890s (and who did the truly iconic Alice in Wonderland drawings).
Most volumes available are in England, meaning it can take a month-plus for them to arrive, but today, the a-e closed on two volumes he'd been missing from the 1850s, and upgraded a Civil War-era volume he had that wasn't in so hot a condition.
When all of his volumes arrive, he'll have all but four volumes from 1853 to 1889, and indeed he'll only be missing 13 volumes out of the whole 1841-1889 set. It makes for fascinating reading, especially for the British POV on the Great Hunger, the Indian Mutiny, the Civil War, assorted colonial wars, the Franco-Prussian war, and so forth.
In toying with some antique Keuffel & Esser slide rules, it's occurred to me that: (a) the use assumes you're already quite good at estimating what the answer is, and (b) the use assumes a level of fractions that's pretty interesting.