Sunday, May 28, 2023

The Playoffs Are Over. Hoist the Cup

No, not the Stanley Cup playoffs finals. That's still going on and will bleed into Flag Day in June sometime. No, this was the Jeopardy Masters Tournament which concluded the other night. I was DVRing it, so I just watched the two-game final last night. Nobody spoiled the results for me, since I don't know anyone alive anymore who watches Jeopardy. Not that no one watches Jeopardy. I just just don't know them.

I suspect the show is highly rated. They were certainly giving away significant jack to the 6 people who qualified for this inaugural runoff for the Alex Trebek trophy. First place was worth $500,000 and paid down to 6th place with $50,000, like a golf tournament, or a highly lucrative Grade 1 horse race. If you were in it, you were going to get some change. Also on the line was a $100,000 contribution to the winner's favorite charity.  

It was a highly entertaining 10 one hour shows, with 20 games played. As much as I didn't want it to end I hope I can now look forward to Ken Jennings coming back to the half hour weekly telecasts, taking the reins back from Mayim Bialik, who is not my favorite. Aside from a face clearly fit for AM radio, she annoyingly hesitates before she says, "that's correct." It's as if she needs confirmation from her earpiece. Watching is a painful experience.

When Sam Buttrey gave his little speech of thanks before he was eliminated from the final six, he eloquently thanked the writers who produce the clues/questions. Collectively, they really show off their stuff on geography, mythology, literature and Latin. No doubt there is an Oxford or Cambridge classics scholar embedded in that group of writers.

The total purse outlay and charity contribution totaled $1.225 million. Not bad for a quiz show that was a category of entertainment that was famously dismissed by JFK's F.C.C. Commissioner, Newton Minow in the early days of television as being part of the "vast wasteland."

In the recent obit for Mr. Minow Robert McFadden gives credit to Mr. Minow's reference to his knowledge of T.S. Eliot's poem The Wasteland when he compares the fare of '60s television's game shows, etc. as being part of a "vast wasteland."

If revenge is a dish best served cold, then TV writers and producers serve theirs subtly. In the silly, wildly popular 60s' sitcom Gilligans' Island, the shipwrecked boat that couldn't make it back to shore from the three hour tour was purposely named the S.S. Minnow, taking a poke at Mr. Minow.

And I have little doubt that the eggheads who write the clues/questions for Jeopardy had Mr. Minow in mind when they crafted a Poetry category clue that contained lines from a poem asking the contestant for the poet. In the Finals these crafty clue writers put lines from T.S. Eliot's poem The Wasteland out there for an answer. No one got it.  Someone in the background was smiling. They should get a raise

So after there were four contestants, Jim Holzhauer, Andrew Hee, Mattea Roche and Matt Amodio, how do they get to three contestants for the two game final? The second three contestant lineup was Mattea Roach, Andree Hee and Matt Amodio. Only two of those three was going to join Jim Holzhauer in the finals.

Matt Amodio ran away with the score, and Mattea Roach and Andrew Hee tied in their total point standings for the third spot. What was the tiebreaker? Number of correct answers in their rounds. Advantage: Mattea.

Mattea is a classy, amiable person whose company you would enjoy, is now introduced as a writer and podcaster on a Canadian series, The Backbench, a political show. She was truly surprised that she beat Andrew Hee for the third spot and gave him a heartfelt hug. She also in one of her introductions  gave an emotional speech about how her father had recently passed away while she was actually on the set taping a Jeopardy show. She thanked everyone who supported her when that news reached her.

So, what was the box score for the two game final with James Holzhauer, Mattea Roach and Matt Amodio?

James blitzed his way to the top of the leader board in effect becoming the number one seed. In this Masters format Ken Jennings would let the audience know where the daily doubles were placed. The one daily double, and the two daily doubles in Double Jeopardy.

I was surprised to see the placement of the Daily Double for the first game placed in a 1000 point spot. Players at this elite level are sharks. They play the game aggressively and usually open up at the 800/1600, 1000/2000 level question.

Jim went first, and of course chose a 1000 point spot under World Capitals. The Daily Double. Daily Doubles are best hit and capitalized on when there is money to bet. Big leads are built on big gambles that pay off. 

Holzhauer has always always shown his gambling aggression by going "all in," shoveling his cupped hands forward signifying his Daily Double bets. But when you get the Daily Double at the opening bell, no one has any money to bet. When you have no money to bet, the rules say you can bet up to 1000. Of course Jim does a 1000 bet. Goes 1000 in the hole with the wrong answer. Jim is rarely in the red, and Jennings comments on it.

A left, a right, another left...back and forth. Double Jeopardy Daily Doubles round find Jim betting  8000, all in, and hitting. A coup. Mattea goes all in on a 7200 bet and hits.

When the dust settles on the first game Jim is lording over with 34,314 points; Matt with 12,000 and Mattea with 24,800. Another Jim blitz. Game two.

No Daily Doubles for Jim, who seems to always find them. Mattea hits with a 7400 all in. Matt slips on 4600, all in. Zero is not where you want to be after the game has started.

Mattea is on a blitz this time. Dust settles with the second game going; Jim 9600; Matt 3200; Mattea 22800.

Aggregate scores going into Final Jeopardy, for the $500,000 first place prize: Jim, 43,914; Matt 15,200; Mattea 47,600. Is this the end of Jim?

One clue writer is smiling. Broadly. What's the clue? "A work by this 15th-century writer quotes the phrase: rex quondum rexque futurus. No one gets it. T.H. White is offered by Jim; Matt writes, "who will win" because he knows it's not him; Mattea goes with Chaucer.

Answer? Thomas Mallory in his Le Morte d'Arthur, the "once and future king." I didn't know it either.

In this round of wagering, the contestants were allowed to bet as much as they won in the first game. Jim goes with a strange, but effective 119 points, that will leave him the winner if her expected bet of 5915 falters with a wrong answer. She'll finish below his amount going in. Jim couldn't help Mattea from winning if her bet is right and her answer is right, but he'll win if she's wrong and he doesn't take too many points away from himself. Thus, the rather odd, but effective bet of 119.

What does Mattea do? It has to be stressful at this point. Sink the putt and grab the first place prize, or see the ball skim the lip and spin out. Talk about the yips.

Mattea's bet could have been nothing. Jim has to bet the right amount and get it right, neither of which he did. She can sit pat, not get it right, and win if Jim blows the answer, which he did. They all did.

Mattea's bet of 5915 is the right amount if Jim gets it right with a maximum bet of 9600 points added to his existing 43,914 and she gets it right. She'll win by 1; 53,515 to 53,514. Her wrong answer costs her 5915 points, which leaves her below Jim's total going in, which he has left fairly undisturbed with a bet of only 119 points.

 Good game, played down to the dollar, with many possible outcomes. The clue writer should get a bonus. A big bonus. The cup on the 18th hole was placed just right.

The N.F.L. has the Lombardi trophy named after the legendary Green Bay coach Vince Lombardi, winner of the first two Super Bowls. Naming the Jeopardy trophy after Alex is appropriate. After all, the show is taped on the Alex Trebek stage at Sony Pictures Studio.

All three Masters Tournament finalists get invited to compete next year. If this keeps up over the years, then the Jeopardy Masters Tournament might well end when the Stanley Cup is hoisted around Flag Day.

It's only fitting.

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Sunday, May 14, 2023

Johannes Appleseed

It was a short piece in the Wall Street Journal the other day that caught my eye. It's the kind of news clip fodder that late night comedians would made use of in their monologues if there wasn't a writers' strike. But since I'm not unionized, I'll do what they would do: make something of it. I work for free, so I don't even have to cross a picket line.

Under the heading Netherlands we get:

Prolific Sperm Donor Banned by Court

"A Dutch court on Friday banned a man from donating any more of his sperm after he fathered at least 550 children in the Netherlands and other countries and misled prospective parents about the number of offspring he helped to conceive."

Hollywood may have producers, but no one like this guy.

I don't know if it was Robin Williams or not who gave us the math equation that if you're "one in a million" and you're in China with say a population of 2,000,000,000  there are 2,000 of you.

I don't know what the other countries might have been where Mr. 550's sperm was used, but let's say they were Belgium, Liechtenstein, Luxembourg, and Denmark. The total population of these countries along with the Netherlands in 2023 is pegged at 24,073,833. If all 550 attempts at conception achieved a birth, then 1 in 44,000 people in these countries are related to this guy.

550 conceptions yield a lot of Father's Day cards. The post office must have to make a special delivery to this guy's mailbox. And how do you sail past the 25 insemination limit the Netherlands is writing into its law with 550? What does this guy do? Keep changing his name? On forms asking for an occupation, does this guy write "Inseminator"? "Creator"? "Sperm Whale"?

"The court noted that under Dutch guidelines, sperm donors are allowed to produce a maximum of 25 children with 12 mothers and that the donor lied to prospective parents about his donation history." You can say that again. And he lied often, it seems. 550 is 22 x 25. That is exceeding the speed limit by a wide margin.

There are genetically a lot of people who may not only resemble each other, but they're going to get the same scores on standardized testing and probably go into the same occupations, eliminating whatever shortage there might be of that profession. Facial recognition at an airport might get flooded with false positive readings. Flights will be missed.

There's a Peanuts cartoon from October 17, 1960 where Lucy, skipping rope tells her brother Linus that, "there were two new babies born on our block this week." Lucy further tells Linus, "it's all part of the population explosion." Linus looks confused. "Really" he replies. "I didn't hear a thing."

Seems the people in Holland didn't hear a thing either. Mr. 550 cannot have done this all on his own, could he?

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Jeopardy Masters

The party's over. Kaput. That's the status of the 5 New York area sports teams that all made the playoff in the same year for the first time since 1994. But now, The Knicks, Brooklyn Nets, New York Rangers, New York Islanders and New Jersey Devils are all doing whatever players do in the off-season. All eliminated.

So, who's left to root for? Well, if you're any kind of Jeopardy fan you have 6 super champions squaring off in a 10 day, 20 game tournament called Jeopardy Masters.

There's the usual champs. Amy Schneider, James Holzhauer, Andrew Hee, Mattea Roche, Sam Buttrey and Matt Amodio. Ken Jennings gets the honors of hosting the shows.

They are accumulating points, with the leader at he end of a game getting 3 points, 1 for second place, and none for third place. There are standings, with the tie breaker in points being number of correct answers or games won.

They are all super winners who have emerged in the last few years. I forgot that Matt Holzhauer's wins were with Alex Trebek as the host in 2019. Jim has gone on to being the host of his own game show and gets quoted in the Wall Street Journal  in a story about online betting and making parleys. He still squints, and makes his patented move of going all in. He is still primarily listed as a professional gambler, still living where the action is, Las Vegas.

In one game, he went all in on the final Jeopardy question, changed his answer from Haiti to Nicaraqua, and lost. The answer was Haiti.

Amy Schneider has definitely left her job and is now writing her memoirs and sitting on an NGO board for LGBTQ rights. Mattea Roach seems to have put her pursuit of law school on hold and now does podcasting and writing. Matt Amodio still seems to be in academic circles doing post-doctoral work at Harvard and MIT. Andrew He is still a software developer, and Sam Buttrey is still listed as an associate professor at the Naval Post-Graduate School in Monterey, California, a school my cousin attended..

They are all very likeable people and seem to have developed some bonds outside the show. Andrew He shared a story of meeting Mattea and her friends in Toronto and getting soundly beaten in mahjong. The contestants banter, and pick on Ken Jennings. Sometimes Ken picks on them.

They are all clearly having fun, no matter where they are in the standings. The latest telecast opened with Amy playing air guitar, Sam pounding on an imaginary keyboard, and Andrew mimicing playing drums and hitting a cymbal.

Sam Buttrey still emphatically calls out "bring it" for the last clue if it's his turn. Jim writes notes to Ken Jennings in Final Jeopardy when he doesn't know the answer. He is itching for a Tournament of Champions rematch with Ken and wants that GOAT title. He's certainly on his way so far

If the American dream is a house and a car, then the next ranked American dream might be life as a  game show contestant bringing down life changing money.

Jeopardy Masters is scaled like a golf tournament, or a Grade I horse race, with the distribution doling out a grand prize of $500,000, going all the way down to 6th place: $250,000, $150,000, $100,000, $75,000, $50.000. Nice work if you can get it.

There were four telecasts last week, featuring 8 games. The standing so far are:

James Holzhauer         9
Andrew He                  8
Mattea Roach              7
Amy Schneider           3
Matt Amodio               3
Sam Buttrey                2

If  Holzhauer missed with an all in a previous game, he cracked it open with the right answer in the latest. He is formidable with his rapid answers and rapid choice selections after.

It's still anybody's game. It's the only playoffs worth watching these days for New Yorkers.

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Friday, May 12, 2023

The Vast Wasteland

I was a TV child of the '50s and '60s. I always  thought the quote that someone made of calling TV a "vast wasteland" was made by the New York Times TV critic Jack Gould. But I guess I was just confusing Gould's reporting on Alan Minow's famous speech as a newly installed F.C.C. Commissioner in 1961 in front of 2,000 TV executives at a luncheon in Washington when he said that TV was basically televised junk food. He didn't say it had no redeeming social value, but he certainly meant that.

Ouch. Mr. Minow's description of TV was brutal, and if only simulated intercourse were added to include some TV shows of today, his list of supposed inanities and indignities would still apply, at least according to Mr. Minow. Not a fan doesn't begin to describe his feelings..

Mr. Minow challenged the executives to spend a day watching TV. He then told them:

"Stay there without a book, magazine, newspaper, profit-and-loss sheet or a rating book to distract you, and keep your eyes glued to that set until the station signs off, [Early TV wasn't broadcast 24 hours. Stations generally left the airwaves at midnight, while a scary 'test pattern' appeared and the national anthem played.] I can assure you that you will observe a vast wasteland.

"You will see a procession of game shows, violence, audience participation shows, formula comedies about totally unbelievable families, blood and thunder, mayhem, violence, sadism, murder, Western bad men, Western good men, private eyes, gangsters, more violence and cartoons. And endless commercials—many screaming cajoling and offending. And most of all, boredom. If you think I exaggerate, try it."

He never claimed to have been misquoted.

But what did he leave out? Sports, of which there was little televised sports in early television, certainly nothing to compete with the extravaganza smorgasbord of today.

I once read that the Hollywood producer Darryl F. Zanuck predicted that his obituary would start with his name, followed by a comma, and then note he was the producer for the movie Gone With the Wind. The 1939 movie of course was no small achievement, and still gets views today. It makes a lot of "best" lists.

And just as Zanuck knew what the first thing people were going to remember him by, Alan Minow always knew his "vast wasteland" comments were going to stay with him forever.

Mr. Minow was lawyer from Wisconsin who found work after law school working for the Adlai Stevenson presidential campaigns in 1952 and 1956.

Stevenson, likewise was from the Midwest, Illinois, and had he reputation of being an "egghead," an intellectual, who of course found it hard  to defeat the WW II Supreme Allied Commander who helped to defeat the Nazis, Dwight D. Eisenhower, in the 1952 and 1956 presidential elections.

Mr. Minow was of course promptly set upon for being an elitist after his remarks. But, as the Robert McFadden's NYT obituary does note Mr. Minow's achievements didn't begin and end with his speech. He was hugely responsible for satellite communications, founding Comsat after telling  President Kennedy that satellite communication was more important than lunar exploration. And of course he was right. You can go to the moon and get back, but now you can view European soccer games until they're coming out of your ears.

Soon after his speech the obituary notes there were some changes in content to TV shows. There was greater emphasis on using TV to teach children. Newscast got more serious.

Perhaps around the same time after the speech I remember reading in the NYT Sunday Magazine section some British guy who was fairly lambasting American TV as filled with shows about fathers with no wives.

I can't remember enough details to launch a digital search, but the critic pointed out American families didn't seem to have mothers. There was of course My Three Sons, where Mr. Douglas played by Fred MacMurray was raising three sons. There was Lorne Green on horseback at the Ponderosa ranch in Virginia City, Nevada raising three sons. There was Bachelor Father, and as the name implied, John Forsythe didn't have a wife as he was raising a daughter. The Governor and J.J. starred Julie Sommars as a young adult daughter of a governor played by James Callahan.

But there were really more shows that did feature a married couple with children: The Donna Reed Show, I Love Lucy, The Dick Van Dyke Show, Ozzie and Harriet, Father Knows Best, The Danny Thomas Show, and likely more that I can't remember.

Mr. Minow wasn't the F.C.C. commissioner long, and that's understandable since JFK who appointed him didn't get to live in office too long.

Aside from the providing the impetus behind creating satellite broadcasting, Mr. Minow joined a Chicago law firm after leaving the F.C.C. and an executive position with the Encyclopaedia Britannica,  At the law firm he recruited Barack Obama as a summer associate. It was the law firm where Barack met a woman named Michelle Robinson, who of course became his wife and the First Lady. 

Think of that. Perhaps world history wouldn't be the same if Mr. Minow hadn't brought Barack Obama on board for summer job.

And it turns out Mr. Minow pushed for the creation of hte1960 presidential debates when it was successfully lobbied that equal broadcast time didn't have to be granted to fringe candidates.

The 1960 TV presidential debates between John Kennedy and the vice president Richard Nixon, are still written about. I remember watching them in a dingy apartment on East 20th Street in Manhattan with my father on a black and white TV with rabbit ears that delivered a grainy reception. My social studies made it an assignment to watch the debates. I reported that the two men were "very serious about the whole thing." I got red marked comments about my lack of clarity and seriousness. Hey, teach, I was 11.

The 1960 election became the first quadrennial book for Theodore H. White who wrote The Making of the President. What I didn't know until I read the obit was that there were no presidential debates in 1964, 1968 and 1972.

And aside from all the knowledge I gained by reading an obit, I learned what probably no one who ever watched Gilligan's Island knew: The ship-wrecked boat that couldn't make it through a Three Hour Tour was named the S. S. Minnow, after Mr. Alan Minow.

Not that's justice.

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Tuesday, May 9, 2023

Controversy

There is nothing on which a disagreement can't be reached.

Take the folks in Utah who are divided over their new state flag. Utah is one of the western states in my road Atlas that has no dog-eared corners. The pages are pristine and are as clean as Salt Lake City itself. We have never been to Utah, and probably never will be. This of course doesn't prevent commentary about the kerfuffle.

In fact, I like the word "controversy." Since retiring in 2011 I have continued my habit of reading at least two newspapers every day. If someone were to ask me (which they haven't) "what strikes you about the times we're in now?" I'd quickly say, "controversy." There is always controversy. There is barely a story in the paper that you can't attach that one word summary to.

Change. Change for the better? Change for the sake of change? I think it might be safe to say most people don't know what their state flag looks like. "We have one?' But there are those who do have entrenched opinions on what it should look like. Should it be changed so that it doesn't so closely resemble other western states, showing an eagle, spears, a bee hive,, and flags, looking like 1890s political bunting?

And why wouldn't it look like 1890s bunting draped over a reviewing stand or a bandshell gazebo on July 4th? Utah was admitted to the Union on January 4, 1896. Other western states made it into the club around the same time. So it shouldn't be surprising that their state flags have a similar appearance.

Too similar for the governor of Utah The WSJ reports in yesterday's edition in its A-Hed piece that Governor Spencer Cox who attended a National Finals Rodeo and was taken how Utah's flag didn't stand out. It blended in too well with other states that were using the state seal as their flag.  

"We jokingly call these SOB flags—that's a seal on a bedsheet," a vexillologist—flag scholar—Ted Kaye explains, who has compiled a booklet called "Good Flag, Bed Flag." I kid you not.

I've become a rather steady viewer of Jeopardy and there are words and clues that I think would make great questions/answers, if they haven't already used. One would be something that makes someone say and spell vexillologist. Another would be making someone give answer as to why Utah uses a beehive in its state seal and state flag. It is after all The Beehive State.

Turns out the Mormons used the beehive symbol to honor the pioneers who arrived (Mormons) in the Salt Lake /Valley on July 24, 1847.  Google tells : "Mormons believe the beehive is a symbol of harmony. cooperation and work for the early pioneers of the Church. Brigham Young used the symbol to inspire Church members to work together to transform the barren Salt Lake Valley into a beautiful and thriving community."

And so the new flag is being introduced. The must-have beehive, along with a border design that is evocative of the mountains in Utah. Agreement Hardly. It's a "woke" flag. Culture cancel. Easy for kid's to draw? "It's a dumbing down."

Maybe it is a little avant-garde. It does have an uncluttered look. If I were to look at the flag quickly, knowing nothing about it, I might think Pennsylvania put an Andy Warhol Liberty Bell on its flag. Everyone's a critic when it comes to art.

And what do their license plates look like? It's a good chance I'm never going to see one here in New York, so off to the web we go.

The latest plate, issued in 2016, carries an In God We Trust motto with an American flag and no beehive. Of course there are those who think religion is being introduced by the DMV, but the governor tells anyone who complains that 19 states use that motto, and it's all over our currency.

The missing beehive would annoy me. If I grew up in the state and learned about the beehive in grammar school, got old enough to drive and own a car, and the beehive were missing from my plate I might be a little crestfallen too, especially if I was a Mormon.

Prior plates used the landscape as a backdrop for their artwork. Utah is full of those red rock forms, and seeing one on a license plate does set the plate off and immediately inform others where you're from.

There is a lot of white space on a map of Utah. It is one of three states spelled with the fewest letters. (Another Jeopardy clue) It already looks abbreviated for the post office.

All I can say is that I don't have a dog in this controversy. My atlas page will probably stay forever unspoiled.

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Manhole Covers

As usual, @corekilgannon has come through and proved to be a muse. He can be found walking around the city—a flaneur—posting photos from either an iPhone 14 or a camera camera, I  don't know which. Mr. Kilgannon has an eye for the unusual, and should be posting his photos into an urban calendar. I know I'd buy one. 

However, Corey did not take the photos you see here of 19th-century N.Y.C. manhole covers. The people at @NYCWater, a city agency responsible for delivering clean water daily to 8½ million residents and businesses in 5 boroughs—outer or otherwise—so reliably that no one gets typhoid, botulism, or cholera. They are very proud of their delivery system.

Right now, Mr. Kilgannon has re-Tweeted two images of manhole covers from the Bronx (location not disclosed) that show their dates of origin going back to the 19th-century. This is the 21st-century, so these are examples from the 1800s.

The original Tweet comes from @nycwater, and obviously Mr. Kilgannon, being a senior reporter for the NYT, keeps his ear to the ground for a story, from any source.

Without a ruler placed alongside these images you have no real point of reference as to their size. A quick look might lead you to think these are some kinds of old coins. Nope. Part of the old infrastructure of New York City.

No photos or any mention of manhole covers would be complete without reference to what Chicago Bears player Mike Ditka said of the stingy owner of the Chicago Bears: "George Halas throws nickels around like manhole covers."

That's a subtle double dig, because a nickel is not much and a manhole cover is as easy to move around as a dead elephant. They are dense, heavy, and need an iron bar and lots of pulling power to slide one off its moorings sitting in the street. They need to be heavy with all the traffic that goes over them. Nothing worse than living near a loose manhole cover in a heavily trafficked area. Also nothing worse than having an explosion under one that propels a manhole cover through the air like a frisbee.

In 1879, Brooklyn wasn't yet part of New York City, nor was Queens. Nor was Staten Island. By the very late 1890s these counties were merged into New York City. For Da Bronx, west of the Bronx River joined N.Y.C. in 1874; East of the Bronx River, 1895. So, depending on where in the Bronx these specimens are from, at least one of them would have been installed by the N.Y.C. Sewer agency.

I quickly replied to Mr. Kilgannon's Tweet telling him that there are manhole covers in the city that were, or are still being forged in India. In fact, I read it in his paper in 2007. (You gotta love digit search engines.)

At some point I came across another story about coal covers and where they can still be found in the sidewalks of Manhattan where coal was poured into a building's cellar. I remember noting the address of one and finding it in the Murray Hill section of Manhattan, just east of Park Avenue in the '30s. I found the 2002 story (not in the NYT) that authenticates my memory again.

I remember seeing a house in my neighborhood in Flushing still getting a coal delivery in the 1970s. Since our Flushing home was built in 1923 it was originally heated with coal, as were all the homes in the neighborhood.  When my parents bought the home in 1946 there was a coal furnace that heated to two halves of the two-family home. I don't remember the coal heating, but there were still coal shovels left over from those used by my parents to shovel coal into the furnace. They were long-handled and my father used them as snow shovels after the conversion to oil heat.

My father told me of some homes that had an "automatic fireman" that fed coal into the furnace automatically, or at least with less manual labor. The cellars had a coal bin, a large wooden structure that held the coal as it was chuted by a truck that came down the driveway and delivered coal to the adjacent homes at the same time through small cellar windows. I remember a neighbor of ours who retained his coal bin when the switch was made to oil and used it as an enclosed workshop.

Our P.S. 22 on Sanford Avenue in Flushing in the '50s was heated by coal. One of the teachers took us on a tour of the cellar where we saw the maintenance man pushing what looked like a huge hamper filled with coal toward a blazing furnace.

The NYT once ran a 1978 story with the cute headline: They Still Chute Coal, Don't They? It was a cute headline because the movie titled "They Still Shoot Horses, Don't They?" had come out in1969 starring Jane Fonda and Michael Sarrazin, Gig Young, Susannah York, Red Buttons, and other notable cast members about marathon dancing in Atlantic City during the Depression. Gig Young won a Best-Supporting Actor for his portrayal of the emcee. It was depressing fare about desperate times.

I can be nostalgic as well as loving a good sight gag. When you enter our house and wipe your feet in the vestibule you wipe them on a circular rubber mat that says: N.Y.C.  SEWER. The mat has the authentic look and size of a manhole cover. We've now had the mat quite a few years. I can't remember where I got it from, but we moved into this house in 1992 from Queens, a part of New York City, that despite the NYT calling it an outer borough is connected by numerous rail links, bridges and tunnels. I never get over their adjectives sometimes.

Anyway, I don't know when I bought it, but my wife was a little nostalgic for the old place. She no longer is. But to recognize her nostalgia I saw the mat, ordered one and it's been between the doors ever since.

I told her when I plopped it down and she might still have been a bit wistful, that wiping her feet on a replica of N.Y.C. manhole was as close to moving back to the city as we we're going to get. She no longer tells me, "very funny."

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Sunday, May 7, 2023

149th Derby Doings

Mage Winning the 2023 Kentucky Derby

Another milestone on the calendar for me has come and gone. This year finds me recovering from rotator cuff surgery on my left shoulder. How did that happen? Seventy-four years old and a lifetime of painting indoors and out, wall papering, gardening, and woodworking might be the reasons. Nothing athletic. No fall. The parts are wearing out. Four  small arthroscopic holes. My wife adds that the 5th hole is in my head. Maybe. All went well, and I should be a full-fledged starter for Belmont in mid-June, gearing up for the starts at Saratoga in August. At least I'm not being euthanized like several horses this week at Churchill Downs.

As usual, Johnny M. came over and we cobbled together a $1 exacta box using four horses, Todd Pletcher's remaining two, and two from Brad Cox. They don't cash your ticket when you've got the exacta at the half-mile pole. Too fast. Secretariat did his record setting Derby half in :47 and change. These guys went :45 and change.  The track was playing fast for early fractions, and the adrenaline is high, but :45 is suicide for 1¼ miles.

Bobby G's mid-afternoon call found me telling him that his Forte/Kingsbarns exacta was a no bet. He wasn't even aware Forte was scratched. He'd been gardening.

You could tell from the interviews with Todd Pletcher and Mike Repole that they were more than disappointed at the state vet scratch of Forte. They were carefully diplomatic to say the right things, but it would seem that they didn't think the mandated scratch was warranted. Left alone, Forte would have run.

But who knows? Maybe he would have broken down from the residual hoof bruise. With a nation watching the two minutes of racing, Churchill Downs did not need another reason for a horse in the Derby to break down and have to name a race after it, like Eight Belles, a filly no less.

On the NBC telecast, Hall of Fame jockey Jerry Bailey outlined how the times have changed for considering a horse's soundness for racing. He related his story of riding Empire Maker in the 2003 Kentucky Derby to a second place finish behind Funny Cide after Empire Maker had a bone bruise similar to Forte's earlier that Derby week. Empire Maker ran fine, and later won the Belmont Stakes for the now deceased, Hall of Fame trainer Bobby Frankel. Jerry said he never felt anything was unsound with the horse when he was riding him.

Mike Repole did get to the winner's circle in a Derby day race with Up to the Mark in the Grade 1 $1 Million Old Forrester Bourbon Stakes as the favorite. Up to the Mark is co-owned with St. Elias Stable whose billionaire Vinnie Viola also owns a portion of Forte and the N.H.L. team Florida Panthers. Brooklyn born Vinnie was Donald Trump's nominee for Secretary of the Army, having graduated West Point. The nomination did gain traction, and Vinnie withdrew his name.

It was almost like old times reading the New York Times this week. There's a new sports editor at the NYT. Joe Drape and Melissa Hoppert had several byline stories, and the Times even did one of those Page 2 pieces, Why the Horse Racing Beat Goes On,  on Joe's evolving career at the Times. If Joe sounds a little bit like a downer on racing, he is only reporting what is true: it is contracting.

The now 87- year-old member of The Assembled (someone who went to Jamaica racetrack in the '50s) has similar feelings. We're taking part in a dying sport.

I know I feel it at 74 when I watch America's Best Racing telecasts from Belmont and I'm looking at 4 and 5 horse fields, empty stands, and empty paddock. Fours horses in the Sheepshead Bay Handicap? $150,000 for that? Gimme a break. A boat race.

I sarcastically Tweeted the always entertaining Big A Stable Anthony Stabile, (@TheBigAStable) one of the broadcasters asking if there had been a fire at Belmont's barns and there were no horses left for NYRA to put out on the track. No response expected, and there wasn't one.

Joe Drape in one of his stories this week points to how the breeding  shed is getting inbred. (A gorgeously photographed story when taken in online.) Fewer stallions are registered to service mares. Less than half the number from not all that long ago. With that kind of inbreeding I wonder if hemophilia is going to be detected in foals soon.

Joe tells us something I didn't know: "In 1991, Kentucky had 499 stallions whose books [breeding schedules] averaged 29.9 mares a year. Last year, Kentucky had 200 registered stallions who averaged 84 mares a year. Many argue that is not sustainable." They're breeding four-legged bone china. 

Win or lose, contracting sport or not, you'd have to believe the 150,000 at Churchill Downs yesterday had a blast. There's a terrific post race video of a clearly unsteady, drunken Japanese trainer of DermaSotogke being held up by his entourage as he attempts to answer some interview questions at a post-race trainers' news conference. Waaaaaaaaaaay too much saké, or whatever the poor guy was plowing through. It looks like a Saturday Night Live skit.

Could there be a dry eye in the joint from anyone who knows the Make-a-Wish Cody's Wish story involving the disabled young man the horse is named for? Cody's Wish, last year's Breeders' Cup dirt mile winner won in the easiest of fashion in the $750,000 7-furlong Churchill Downs Stake Presented by Ford Grade I race, making his first start of his 4-year-old career.

I had Cody's Wish when he beat Jackie's Warrior in the 7-furlong Allen Jerkens at Saratoga last year. I love a great middle distance horse. They run fast all the way. Cody's Wish came off :223/5, :45, 1:09 fractions, finishing in 1:21 with a 105 Beyer. Kudos all around to the Bill Mott trainee ridden by Junior Alvorado.

And the main event, the Derby itself? There can't be a winner that makes everyone happy. It's a zero sum game: you win or you lose, and this time a Venezuelan colt from Good Magic, named Mage, alluding to magic, took the roses in a fairly good 2:012/5 under another Venezuelan Hall-of-Fame jockey, Javier Castellano, no stranger to wining big races. [In racing, members can be active in the sport.] Complete Venezuelan affair in the Florida-based trainer Gustavo Delgado.

Second in the Derby, finishing second a length to the 15-1 Mage was the 9-1 Two Phil's, owned by two guys from Chicago named Phil, and forever proving that there are few people who know how to use an apostrophe correctly. Not even the Jockey Club who controls the names. 

( I will say they must have exerted some influence on the spelling of the 38-1 gelding Nobals who won yesterday's 7th race at Churchill Downs. Someone snuck something by them. Nobals is still pronounced the same as Noballs.)

Japan's trying to win the Derby. The Saudis are trying to win the Derby. In 1971 Venezuela did win the Derby with crooked-legged Canonero II, who went on to win the Preakness and breathed hope into the elusive Triple Crown pursuit. Hope until it was quickly revealed the horse had no ability to run a 1½ miles, finishing 4th, and setting up the gigantic $80+ win mutuel price that Pass Catcher paid. (Picked by out mentor Les, Mr. Pace, who had a deuce on him.)

I was there for that Belmont, and the 4th floor of the Belmont clubhouse was overflowing with Venezuelans who made the trip hoping to see their hero win the Triple Crown. If Mage takes the Preakness, NYRA is going to be wet with anticipation of all the Venezuelans booking into the track. (I won't be there this time.)

I think I've watched one more Derby than all the Super Bowls. I have no plans to try and go to the Derby, and don't even want to be part of Belmont Day anymore. We used to go every year, but they made getting a seat an act of inheritance and financial burden.

Special days and special venues, like Churchill Downs, and Saratoga, and probably Gulfstream and Santa Anita do well enough to keep those states from paving the grounds.

New York is in the lobbying process of trying to get money for Belmont renovations. They've already gotten the runnel carved out that will allow infield viewing on Belmont Day, and the facilitation of maintenance vehicles. 

Further amenities are no doubt planned in the hopes of getting the Breeders' Cup putting NYRA back on the annual schedule. But believe me, nothing is going to turn the place into a crowded venue on anything other than Belmont or a possible Breeders' Cup day.  And I dread the thought of a planned synthetic running surface. Aqueduct will probably go, but perhaps not in my lifetime.

Racing is made possible by gambling dollars, and those are shrinking. It's not their fault. There is more TV coverage, opportunities to make a bet, more information, more analysis than ever before. Interest however is not high. The exotic, multi-leg bets are driving the handle, and this kind of bet is not easily understood by the average newbie. Without the syndicates plowing money into large permutation bets (driven by field size), the sport gets a shrinking cut of a shrinking betting pool.

The ownership of horses at NYRA tracks is clustered amongst a core set of individuals, Mike Repole and Vinnie Viola among them. When you listen to how Mike got into the game you will hear the story of how he and his friends spent quality time hugging the rail at Aqueduct near his Queens home growing up.. The now deceased Hall-of-Fame trainer Bobby Frankel would tell the story of coming back from Aqueduct to his Brooklyn home as a young lad with a fistful of $100 bills. He went back quickly.

Mike made it big with Vitamin Water. When you listen to Paul LoDuca and Richie Migliore talk about their backgrounds you hear of the uncles and fathers who took them to the track at young ages, and how they fell in love with it.

I had an Uber driver recently and we traded racing stories. We both agreed we were "horseplayers" and would never call ourselves "gamblers." We like the past performances, the math, and the puzzle of trying to turn arcane, hieroglyphic information and other statistics into cash. One look at the Morning Telegraph in 1968 and I was hooked. And financially rewarded.

Racetracks are Sunday in the park. I've never been in a dirty one, although these are downstate NYRA seats that seem to be on their last hinges. The grounds are usually pleasant to look at, even Aqueduct somehow. There is all that green grass. The floors are buffed clean.

When I travel, if there is a track open I take it in. Even a rain drenched day at Woodbine in Toronto that saw the turf racing canceled. I was so looking forward to seeing the turf course be on the outer and being raced on. Didn't happen.

Racetrack people are like circus people. They are married to other racetrack people; they are the sons and daughters of other racetrack people. They are born into the sport. It is a multi-generational sport.

Will it completely disappear? Not likely.  It will at least outlive me.

http://www.onofframp.blogspot.com


Friday, May 5, 2023

The Point

If anyone reads these postings on even a casual basis, they might remember I made a recent entry about a book on punctuation, specifically the exclamation point as written by Florence Hazrat.

The book, An Admirable Point: A Brief History of the Exclamation Mark! is a thin volume, not much bigger than the latest iPhone, available in hardcover for $17.99 (£12.99) from a British distributor. As such, it takes a while to appear on these East Coast shores, but is worth the expense and the wait. As I mentioned in my earlier posting, I spend as much on a bacon burger in a pub/restaurant here in New York.

Ms. Hazrat clearly is in good hands with an agent and publisher, because the jacket design is an inventive exclamation mark carved out of the front dust jacket like a pumpkin, revealing the purple hardcover beneath it. There is a Hallmark greeting card look to the cover, almost as if you're going to get a exclamation mark to pop up at you when you open the cover. Indeed, the end papers are covered in the mark in various shapes and sizes

The publisher is Profile Books, 29 Cloth Fair, London, EC1A7JQ. What is it about London addresses? Obviously they don't have a grid system designating their streets in some sort of numerical convention. Cloth Fair? What the hell kind of address is that? 

And that postal zip, if that's what it is. That helps deliver the mail? It looks more like the serial number on my printer, or a Captcha sequence looking to see if I can repeat the sequence and convince the computer I'm not a robot on an identification verification.

I love Google Earth. What does 29 Cloth Fair look like from a drone? Maybe a town house in a part of town that looks quite densely populated. Cloth Fair reminds me of the address on the BBC miniseries Silk, where the Queen's Counsel (QC) lawyers and their support staff were housed in "chambers" on Shoe Lane. 

I love it. Lane. There aren't many address in all of New York that are Lanes. I can only think of two: Maiden Lane in Lower Manhattan and Murray Lane in northern Queens where I used to live, adjacent to Murray Street. No matter.

I will admit to paying attention to punctuation, but I'm in first grade compared to the knowledge that Florence Hazrat has with regard to literature and punctuation. She's studied it! She pretty much has her Ph.D. in it. Her education is Cambridge and St. Andrews College in Scotland. She's German born of German and Iranian descent, and admits on her web pages to have started reading at three, so intent on reading that she says she's read a book in the shower, and used to be late for school because she couldn't close the cover on a Harry Potter volume.

She's so scholarly about those little marks that are so hard to insert in text messages because you have to change screens, that one shouldn't be surprised if in her bedroom she rests her head on pillows in the shape of ! and ? A secreted tattoo might also be present somewhere.

I too have always enjoyed reading, just not medieval texts. I probably started on a lifetime of reading newspapers sometime in the '50s when in Flushing, NY we got the Long Island Star Journal, a true local broadsheet that had news, sports and comics.

It was one of New York City's eight great newspapers published at the time. It was so local that nursery photos of newborns were published daily. My own photo must have appeared in 1949, but my folks didn't save the edition.

I have to say I pay attention to punctuation even though I do not study it. I will, obviously read about it. Years ago I was into the novels of Colin Dexter, the author of the great detective Morse stories that were so popular on public television here years ago.

Crusty, opera-loving, pint swilling, crossword maven Morse was a great detective series that spawned a prequel and a sequel, with his sometimes flappable sergeant Robby Lewis.

As I was reading the books I became aware that the Brits didn't use a " but rather a single downward ' stroke to enclose quotations. I also think that they may tuck the period (full stop) outside the trailing quote mark rather than inside. I'm not sure.

I remember writing to Mr. Dexter in the age before there was a chance to reach someone on Twitter. He was kind of enough to reply with a handwritten note explaining their custom. Usually I can find such souvenirs, but alas, not this time, and of course Mr. Dexter has passed away, as has the actor who played Morse, John Thaw. A handwritten note we know now is as rare as hen's teeth.

Say what you will about Twitter, it does allow communication with all sorts of people in all sorts of places. When I made my earlier posting I researched if Ms. Hazrat had a Twitter handle. She does: @FlorenceHazrat. I provided a link to my posting and she responded, basically asking me to count the number of times the ! occurs in my blog, something I've been at since 2009, which now sports 1,768 postings with this one.

In her book, she is so thoroughly full of knowledge of the use of the ! that she can tell you how many times it has appeared in an author's total output. People like John Updike, William Faulkner, and Ernest Hemingway. (Ms. Hazrat freely admits she's in favor of the Oxford Comma, as am I). Who does something like that?

Count the ! in my postings? Is she nuts? Well, it seems Google Blogspot has kept all my postings on the Web ( I annually spend money and convert then into a bound book; my legacy). A simple FIND command yielded all the postings that contained at least one ! Ms. Hazrat has been anxious for the results, and here they are: The first column is he number of postings that contain the mark; the second column is the number of postings for that year.  A more granular count I'm not willing to provide. Fuhgetaboutit!

2023              10           37
2022              29         106
2021              24         120
2020              33         137
2019              24         123
2018              24         119
2017              32         153
2016              22         129
2015              21         128
2014              11         119
2013               2          113
2012               5          108
2011               8          125
2010             17          113
2009             13          137

Totals          274        1768 

Who other than a possessed scholar would be able to tell who first used a ! and in what medieval text it appeared in? The book is full of facsimile reproductions of ancient text and drawings of authors. The inventor of the ! mark is attributed to the Italian poet and scholar Iacopo Alpoleio who in the mid-fourteenth century saw a need to introduce something to signify some emphasis in text. With a magnifying glass, Ms. Hazrat has plucked out the dot with the superimposed apostrophe over it that Iacopo used in an ancient English text. Mr. Hazrat provides that snippet of text on page 25. Go ahead, find it for yourself.

The exclamation mark as we know it today was designed by somebody else in the fourteenth century. In 1399, the Florentine lawyer and politician Coluccio Salutati converted Iacopo's mark to what we use today: !

Interesting, Ms. Hazrat tells us typewriters had no ! key. That's something I didn't know. I remember my Smith-Corona typewriter from the '60s used to have a ¢ sign, but I wasn't aware of the absence of a ! sign.

When I entered the office workplace in the '60s men did not type. The secretary did. The girl sitting over there had the thankless job of deciphering your scribble into typed letters. My scribble was so shitty they asked me to print and to underscore with a double line the letters I wanted to be caps.

If an exclamation mark were required, the typists performed the gymnastic feat by typing a period, then backspacing and dropping an apostrophe over the period, like Iacopo did. (Just not with a typewriter.) Typing manuals as late as 1973 contained instructions on how to create a ! when there wasn't one on the keyboard.

IBM electric Selectrics were the typewriters I saw the typists use in the office, the typewriter with the rapidly spinning ball that skirted over the inserted page. There was no handle to force the carriage back and move the page up one space and force a line change. IBM Selectrics were easy to the touch, and reacted with little finger pressure.

Hard to believe, but there have been people down through the ages who have tried to introduce more punctuation marks! For various reasons, marks such as those below have been tried to be introduced. I would liken these to early attempts to fly before the Wright Brothers did their thing there at Kitty Hawk. These marks did not fly. It is extremely difficult, or well nigh impossible to reproduce Ms. Hazrat's examples of failed punctuation marks on a keyboard. I gave up, and instead looked for pictures of what most closely resembled what she provides on page 61. Some of them look lethal and medieval if they were sharpened at hurled at an opponent.










The psi symbol, that would have a period underneath, was meant to convey the contemptuous sound of the pronounced psi, to mean contempt, or scoffing at someone. The reversed ? was meant to convey a percontation question, a word rooted in Latin from per and contus meaning through and spear to denote a rhetorical word so penetrating it slices like a lance. The Chicago Manual of Style tells us no quotation marks are to be used for sentences of indirect discourse, or rhetorical text. The manual does insert a ? at the end of such sentences as: What do we do now?

The love point, with a period under it, composed of two apprehensive question marks was asking if love was in the air, I guess. Thank goodness for failure.

We know writers can be prickly, and so can the public. I offered the example of Russell Baker telling me in a letter that those who engage in smashing words together to create homemade portmanteaus should be shot with no questions asked.

I followed that tidbit with telling her that someone responded to the WSJ in a letter to the editor where a book review of her book appeared, that those who use exclamations marks should be disembowled. Violence on your fellow man.

Reading the book I came across an offering she made about Mark Twain who was so intent that his writing should be edited and read and printed with no punctuation changed or added to by anyone other than himself, that when a proofreader made the mistake of informing Twain that he was "improving"  Twain's punctuation, Twain telegraphed orders to have the man shot without giving him a chance to pray. Do as I say, and we'll get along

Florence tells us:

Exclamation marks seemed a perfect fit for the age on sensibility which puts on refined feelings in men and women...In his Essay on Punctuation of 1785. Joseph Robertson calls the exclamation mark "'the voice of nature, when she is agitated, amazed, or transported, particularly 'seemly' for poetry where ! can append 'any kind of emotion', or even just imitate a loud voice." No shit! I agree.

I feel my own use of any punctuation follows the silent voice I hear in my head when I read what I've written. I imagine it being read out loud to an audience. Thus, I make no apologies for the use of !

In our email exchanges when I promised progress on counting the ! appearances in my writing, I shared with Ms. Hazrat three pieces I forgot I had written about punctuation: 

One had to do with translating emojis into punctuation, A Dot and a  Banger, https://t.co/L1i7FzaQnX Another had to do with a dairy in Maine that had a federal court ruling go against it over how language was punctuated in an payroll agreement with their truckers, The $5 Million Punctuation Mark, https://onofframp.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-5-million-dollar-punctuation-mark.html. The third was a review of sorts of Cecelia Watson's book Semicolon. 

Ms. Hazrat responded with a link to one of her own postings about the Oakhurst Dairy ruling that hinged on the placement of the Oxford comma vs. a semi-colon. I was flattered that I had something in common with someone with whom I do not share any academic achievements, and with whom I am separated from by age, vast cultural differences, and even an ocean. 

The book's latter chapters lean toward an analysis of how our brain reacts to the appearance of the ! We learn of the brain's reaction to seeing a ! mark, how many milliseconds and what parts of the brain are activated by viewing such a display. I had my daughter, who is a Speech Language professor read the portion of Ms. Hazrat's book. It was familiar to her, as to me, since I was once a subject in her lab reacting to flashed words while having an EEG head-dress on. (I got a participation gift card to Amazon for my volunteering.)

Inevitably, the ! gets yeoman duty in advertising and political campaigns. (Is there a difference?) We get a full-bore analysis by experts on why Trump's

      MAKE
   AMERICA 
GREAT AGAIN! 

shouldn't have worked with mixed serif and sans serif lettering.. Until of course it did. We get an analysis of why Jeb! for Jeb Bush's 2016 campaign made it look like he was a Broadway show. I agree it might have that look, but I really don't think that many people reacted to it that way, if they reacted to it at all. Jeb was just not a great candidate. Experts always know so much after the fact. Just think of the analysis of the stock market after trading closes. Everyone knows everything after the bell. It's the pathologist factor. The pathologist knows everything about the person on the slab, but too late to keep life going.

And as if we need any more proof of Ms. Hazrat's scholarly chops, her Epilogue is titled Quo Vadis, Latin of course for "where are we going?" No scholar will ever fail to reveal they know some Latin, if not all of it. I say of course because I had to look it up. I never took Latin like my boyhood friend George who went to Catholic grammar school in the '50s  and '60s. I  only remember Quo Vadis was a movie title.

In the epilogue of "where are we going?" Ms. Hazrat's reveals some of the punctuation marks that are being proposed so that readers can impart feeling to their out loud readings. These marks appear on page 157 and hardly look like winners. They resemble a stenographer's pad as they show off their Greg or Pittman shorthand. (Do they still teach shorthand?) Not happening.

Ms Hazrat is not a hand-wringing pessimist who thinks that world is headed for doom because people use the wrong mark, or no mark at all. Look at the problems with apostrophes, the most bedeviling of all punctuation marks. I always say, "how do you pronounce an apostrophe/" Go ahead, leave it out, or get wrong. I can figure out what you mean.

Like Auden's affirming flame, Ms Hazrat tells us: "...and while it's also true that punctuation is obstinately not going anywhere any time soon, it's anything but unobtrusive. It makes us do and feel stuff. It has punching power."

And as if to prove the "punching power" Florence tells us the word "punctuation" come from the Latin (of course) punctum, "that which has been stung...as we perforate paper with a pen with forcefully dotting the end of a sentence. Imagine now that this paper used to be animal skin in the Middle Ages. Imagine now that this skin is our skin, our eardrum, our retina, our nervous system,  A well=placed exclamation mark penetrates the tender barriers of our being." Brava!

The post-Covid period has still brought us a continuation of the absence of public gatherings. In New York you used to be able to count on the first of the month giving you an ad from booksellers Barnes and Noble of  the schedule of the appearances of various writers who would be discussing their latest book at a Manhattan B&N store. I attended several of these over the years. But Covid, and post-Covid seems to have kept a kibosh on these activities.

Thus, I doubt Ms. Hazrat's publisher has her penciled in for any U.S.A appearances. But you never know. She might get an invite from the Columbia School of Journalism to give a talk, I'd love to get a signed copy of my purchase.

Florence of course gets the last words in, in Arabic in her Thanks! section: Inta ya noor ayni. Go ahead, look it up. I had to. (You can also download it on iTunes.)

Is this a great book for punctuation nerds? You betcha!