REMINDER: The Sixth Douglas Adams Memorial Lecture will take place at the Royal Geographic Society in London, on Wednesday 12th March 2008.

The lecture will be presented by psychologist Steven Pinker, the Johnstone Family Professor in the Department of Psychology at Harvard University. His subject will be "The Stuff of Thought, Language as a Window into Human Nature", with proceeds going to Save The Rhino.

And in some exciting new news, the lecture will be followed by a very special LIVE 30th anniversary performance of material from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy radio scripts which will hopefully reunite many original cast members such as...

Simon Jones as Arthur Dent
Geoffrey McGivern as Ford Prefect
Mark Wing Davey as Zaphod Beeblebrox
Susan Sheridan as Trillian
Roger Gregg as Eddie
Stephen Moore as Marvin The Paranoid Android
With a Very Special Guest as the Voice Of The Book
Stephen Fry?




Stylized 2D/3D illustration of a sunrise behind hills as a background for the children's spread of Wildlife magazine.

I've just opened a Flickr group called 'Illustratie' for Dutch and Flemish illustrators. Please feel free to join the group, even if you aren't from the Netherlands or Belgium. We do not discriminate: if you've got an illustration that is too good to refuse, be our guest to post it. But beware, we are picky, so please only post work you're really proud of, thanks in advance. I hope to see you at the 'Illustratie' group.




I'm off early tomorrow for Mardi Gras and won't be back online till next Thursday, so I'm having "Ruminations Friday" a little early this week. The best and worst from my bookmarks....

* Forget the tax rebate checks the feds are promising us. The British government has the right idea. Reward people for losing weight by paying them. "Money for Weight" was one of a number of ideas put forth, along with such boring and sensible things as locating fast-food restaurants farther from schools. But the school idea is aimed at kids; the money is aimed at overweight adults. Let's see, at $1 per pound, I could make....

* Ever wonder how cows feel about low carb? Just ask Runaway Steer, a big beefy guy who escaped from a slaughterhouse in Cincinnati. I was having fun thinking about this, imagining Big Beef on the rampage through urban Ohio, when I read that this is a repeat incident--a steer named Little Red escaped in the Cincinnati area last year. Now I'm wondering what it is with Ohio and cows...

* As if hauling my own big butt around isn't enough, now I can "exercise" throughout the day by wearing myPower Diet Shoes. These are athletic shoes with weights in the insole, so you lug around a few extra pounds as you shop for groceries or, as the photo on the website shows, as you jog through the sand on an isolated beach. And don't we all do that?

* Leave it to the spoilsport Aussies to tell us that, after all, chocolate isn't good for us. Now that they're slipping dark chocolate into everything under the sun, this study from the University of Western Australia says that consuming cocoa can lead to bone weakening in women due to the oxalate in the cocoa that leeches calcium. I say, just put extra calcium in the chocolate and bring it on.

* Finally, someone has come up with a way to punish Chinese industry for selling us all those unsafe pet foods and kids' toys. According to this Reuters story, Dunkin Donuts is moving into the Chinese market by opening its first store in Shanghai. Yep, that'll show 'em--send them our trans fats and sugar.

* Some aroma researchers have isolated a handful of smells that they claim stimulate male sexual response. I tried to imagine how these results were tested and verified, but decided it was really better that I didn't know. So, ladies, light your lavender candles and bake some pumpkin pie. Here are the aromas and the percentage of "increased penile blood flow" (and how many times do you get to type that into a food blog?):

Odor or odor combination....Average increase in penile blood flow

Lavender and pumpkin pie...40% average increase
Doughnut & black licorice...31.5%
Pumpkin pie & doughnut....20%
Orange...19.5%
Lavender & doughnut...18%
Black licorice and cola...13%
Black licorice...13%
Doughnut & cola...12.5%
Lily of the valley...11%
Buttered popcorn...9%

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At first, I thought this was going to be an entertaining read, and for a while it was. The foodie site, "Divine Caroline," set out to expose the Top Ten Most Ridiculous Diets."

And what are they? In reverse order, "best" to "worst," a la David Letterman, here they are:

10) Dr. Siegal's Cookie Diet. Now, if you work for Dr. Siegal, don't send me tons of "informative" e-mails. I'm not saying it's the 10th worst diet ever. Talk to the folks at the above-referenced website. I've been down this road with you before. I haven't tried your cookies, I don't intend to try your cookies. Anyway, you eat these cookies, which the Divine folks call "bricks of fiber-coated oats sweetened with prunes," and you lose weight. Uh-huh.

9) The Subway Diet. Eat two meals a day at Subway and, like the guy Jared on the TV commercials, you can lose weight. My only real problem with this one is the cost. Who can afford to eat twice a day at Subway? Not me.

8) The Cereal Diet. Eat two bowls of (fill in your favorite cereal here) plus a healthy dinner and you can lose six pounds in two weeks. Let's not even talk about the sugar in Special K. Let's just say that I, the sugar junkie who must be kept away from her fix, cannot be around cold cereal because I will eat it right out of the box.

7) The Cabbage Soup Diet. Never tried this one, but I gather you eat lots of cabbage. I like cabbage. I don't think I like cabbage twice a day for a long period of time, however.

6) Slim Fast. The Senior Adult in my household is drinking Slim Fast for lunch. Of course she has a snack at 10 a.m. and another at 3 p.m. And have you seen the amount of sugar in those babies? Yes, there's a low-carb version. They taste pretty crappy.

5)The Blood Type Diet. Yep, I always thought this one was pretty flaky, too. O's eat meat, A's eat veggies, B's eat dairy, and A/B's eat everything. Of course I have no idea what my blood type is, so I'm saying A/B.

4) The Russian Air Force Diet, supposedly developed in Russia as a quick trim-down for their recruits. Coffee for breakfast, two eggs and a tomato for lunch, a thin slice of meat and a salad for dinner. What's that, about 500 calories a day? Wonder if Kimmer was ever in the Russian Air Force?

3) The Hot Dog Diet. You eat hot dogs a couple of times a day, plus a cup of ice cream and a tablespoon of peanut butter. Ummmm...sounds nutritious...

2) Apple Cider Vinegar Diet. The one J-Lo (or somebody like that) swears by. Guzzle a few teaspoons of vinegar before your meal to cut your appetite. Or eat away your esophagus, which would also be an effective diet aid.

1) The Writing Diet. Hoo-boy here's a touchy-feely one. Since we do so much emotional eating, we should purge those emotions on the page. Like in a blog. Which I can write while eating hot dogs, ice cream and peanut butter.

And (drumroll) the "number-one most ridiculous diet"....yep, you knew this was coming. According to the Divine Caroline folks, it's the Atkins Diet, of which I feel protective even though I'm not on it right now. The author apparently tried it for a whole week and...surprise!...she felt like crap. Never heard of the carb flu, I guess. She sums it up thus: "The Atkins diet isn't a healthful lifestyle change, it's a limiting diet that requires you to eat a lot of not so healthy foods." What an absolute, mind-numbling idiot.

I'll just go off and have my Atkins-friendly chicken and vegetables now.

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Poor Stephen Fry has posted x-rays of his badly broken arm (a "spiral fracture of the right humerus") on the Stephen Fry blog. That's the best excuse for irregular blogging I've ever seen, much better than my recent laziness. Get well soon Stephen. Be prepared to set off every airport security alarm in the world. My plated leg sets them off EVERY time.

Quite a smash as you can see and it has taken me some time to recover both tissues and spirits.

Over the next month or so I continue the American documentary, filming my way up from New Orleans to the Great Lakes for Leg 3 which begins on the 3rd February.

I will be posting new blogs, both in audio podcast form and in traditional text blessay mode.
Now, that's cool! As much as I love the blessays, a Stephen Fry podcast is bound to be entertaining!

I notice "Richard Madely" commented on Stephen's post, and after following the link back to Madely's blog, you'll discover that Stephen has been staying with Richard and Judy for a while, and featuring in lots of Richard's posts. Interesting.




Has there ever been a more self-reflexive team card? This could only be topped by the Utah Jazz striking up the band with a few guys strung out on heroin in the background, or the Orlando Magic sawing each other in half in front of a group of bored kids. Actually, you know what they should do. They should make a subset of Team Tableaus, where the team has to act to out the team name. I see the Trail Blazers in furs and pelts, getting high out in the woods with Sacagawea, Golden State Warriors fucking each other up on the streets of 1970s New York City...wait, wrong Warriors...Knicks crowding a back room all dandied up with watch fobs and pince-nez, slapping each other on the backs and surrounded by servants, Chicago Bulls in black and white striped shirts and red ascots 'round their necks, fleeing for their lives down Michigan Avenue. You get the idea.

I wouldn't be surprised if you could have found this image on the inside of a matchbook, or on a male escort postcard tacked to the inside of a public phone booth in London. Seriously, the only thing that's missing is that the team isn't wearing tuxedos. Slick Watts is wearing his headband and wristbands, the white guys all have bushy mustaches, and Bill Russell's out front like Ricardo Montalban from Fantasy Island.

Hello all you foxy ladies. If there's anything you need--anything at all--just call upon my team of Supersonics. They're here for your pleasure and convenience. Spencer! Archie! Slick! Help make our beautiful guests a little more comfortable. I'm Bill Russell, but you can call me Captain Wonderful. Next stop: your wildest, most basketball-related fantasies.

By the way, do you think Slick Watts wore his headband and wristbands at all times, on and off the court? I'm thinking the answer is Yes, with a capital 'Y.' And by 'at all times' I'm including when he showered, slept (hair net and oven mitts for protection), sat in jury duty, bought groceries, built computers in his garage with his dorky friends and attended black tie events with other pillars of the community.

I mean, they were the source of his powers, right?




What's the grossest junkfood you've ever eaten? Ever tried the infamous Krispy Kreme burgers that were all the rage a couple of years ago--a big honkin' hamburger patty between two Krispy Kremes? Or how about the fried Snickers bar?

Of course, those were funky fair food offerings so you can forgive them just a little.

But what do you say to Frito Lay, who has come up with this new concoction for its Japanese market?

Yes, in case you can't read the Japanese script, it's Strawberry Chocolate Cheetos, just in time for Valentine's Day. It's a basic Cheeto, except instead of being drowned in messy orange cheese powder it's dunked in white-chocolate strawberry powder.

But if there's no "chee" are they still "chee-tos?"

And the whole thing just begs the question: Why?

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It's Tuesday night, which can only mean one thing: time for numbers 401 through 450 of The 792!

For God's sake, try to contain your excitement!

401. Mark McGwire Team USA Olympic, 1985 (RC)
402. Tony Gwynn NL AS, 1988
403. Cory Snyder Team USA Olympic, 1985 (RC)
404. Phillies World Series Celebration, 1981
405. Roger Maris Turn Back the Clock 1961, 1986
406. Paul Molitor, 1980
407. Steve Bedrosian NL AS, 1988
408. John Mizerock, 1987
409. Marvis Foley, 1983
410. Phil Niekro, 1983
At the top of this checklist, I noted that my goal was not to create a Pete Rose's or Nolan Ryan's Greatest Hits type set. It turns out that some stars were consistently given off-numbers, like Paul Molitor, Ozzie Smith, and Robin Yount. Granted, I probably would have included more Roses and Ryans, but they fell on 2nd tier numbers almost across the board (1987 being a rogue checklist; Nolan Ryan on #757? WTF?). A guy who was given a 2nd tier number consistently was Phil Niekro. And how do you say no to Phil Niekro? You don't, that's how.

411. Houston Jimenez, 1984
412. Britt Burns, 1981 (RC)
413. Moose Haas, 1987
414. John McNamara, 1988 (MGR)
415. Ron Darling, 1985 (RC)
416. Fred Lynn, 1989
417. John Franco, 1985 (RC)
418. Alan Knicely, 1986
419. Tom Hume, 1981
420. Will Clark, 1987 (RC)
If I ever write a book on checklisting, there will definitely be a chapter entitled 'The Greatest Crimes in Checklisting,' and near the top of my list will be how Topps did not include Will Clark and Barry Larkin in the 1985 Team USA Olympic subset. His regular-issue rookie in 1987 was a huge deal in 1987. I thought I'd be able to retire from the riches bestowed upon me thanks to having doubles of this card. Alas, it was no to be.

421. Al Oliver Super Veteran, 1983
422. George Cappuzello, 1983
423. John Smiley, 1988 (RC)
424. Yankees Team, 1980
425. Tom Seaver, 1987
426. Orioles Leaders, 1984
427. Paul Kilgus, 1988 (RC)
428. Max Venable, 1986
429. Tim Pyznarski, 1987 (RC)
Pyznarski's only Topps card.

430. Mike Schmidt, 1987
The Mike Schmidt With A Boner Card. Classic.

431. Gary Gaetti, 1983 (RC)
432. Len Barker, 1981
433. Ed Hearn, 1987 (RC)
434. Harold Baines, 1984
435. Robin Yount, 1982
436. Andy Allanson, 1987 (RC)
437. Andy Benes #1 Draft Pick, 1989 (RC)
438. Joe Torre, 1985 (MGR)
439. Dave Righetti, 1982 (RC)
440. Steve Bedrosian, 1988
441. Whitey Herzog, 1986 (MGR)
The Whitey Herzog With The Kid'N'Play Flat-Top Haircut Card.

442. Tom Bolton, 1988 (RC)
Now that the Red Sox have held onto Bucholz, Lester, et al, which one of them will be known as the Tom Bolton of his generation?

443. Bill Buckner, 1986
444. Cal Ripken, Sr., 1988 (MGR)
445. Mark Fidrych, 1980
446. Chuck Finley, 1987 (RC)
447. Tom Brunansky, 1984
448. Darrell Porter In Action, 1982
449. Pat Dodson, 1987 (RC)
450. Barry Bonds, 1988
A few posts ago I hinted that it was unprecedented for Topps to reward Barry Bonds with a 2nd tier number in his rookie year, only to elevate him further in his second year. This is not the case. If you look at 1987 and 1988 more closely, Bo Jackson was on #170 for his regular-issue rookie, then given #750 in 1988, his second year. So really Topps's man-crush wasn't just on Barry Bonds. They spread the love around.


As always, luxuriate in the visuals with Cardboard Junkie.



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I wasn't sure if y'all would be interested in this, but I was playing with it myself and thought some of you are well-informed enough about such things and might have a "winning" opinion.
What's Your Oscar Vote?

Click on: www.netflix.com/Oscars



Words,words,words, they depend on one thing.....Oxygen




I called my doctor in New Orleans by the accurate-but-unflattering name of "M.D. Lite." She was my post-Katrina doctor, since my real doctor never returned to New Orleans after the storm, preferring, for some reason, the relatively safe confines of her evacuation site, Texas. So, floundering in the early months after the storm and needing a doctor, I pretty much closed my eyes and pointed to a name. Thus began my two years with M.D. Lite.

She was nice enough, didn't treat me like an overweight fool without the sense to put down the sugar jar, and seemed competent to treat my (thankfully minor) ailments, which were generally limited to the flu and a ripped tendon in my foot (which to be fair she didn't recognize but at least had the sense to send me to a savvy physical therapist who recognized the problem).

So now here I am in the wilds of east Alabama, and I have no nickname yet for my new doctor because, quite frankly, I have yet to see her from the front. How does that work, you might ask?

Well, first, early last October, as my blood pressure meds were running low, I called to make an appointment, armed with my spiffy new Blue Cross Blue Shield insurance card that will allow me to see most anyone. Problem: only two doctors in the county were accepting new patients. So, I make an appointment with Dr. X on the first available date: January 14. Sheesh! More than three months' waiting time. Hope I don't get sick, I thought.

Around Thanksgiving, Dr. X sent me a card saying she couldn't see me after all on Jan. 14--I'd have to come in on Feb. 5. By then I'd already been off my BP meds almost a month. So I called to whine and complain and beg, and her nurse relented and gave me a Jan. 23 appointment.

Here comes Jan. 23, and I show up for my appointment, only to be told there was no record of me having an appointment and the first time Dr. X could possible see me is Feb. 22.

I ask for the other doctor that was accepting new patients in October. Now, he's not taking anyone new.

I head for the Urgent Care clinic to get some prescriptions since I'm massively pissed off, and a stroke in my unmedicated high blood pressure state must surely be imminent. (BP: 110/70. Maybe I don't even need those meds.)

Before I left, though, I spotted the elusive Dr. X, all neat and trim and tidy in her little gray pants and white doctor coat, with her back to me, explaining to the nurse who denied making the appointment for me that she could not possibly work in a new patient.

So, I think I do have a new name for her after all: The Horse's Backside.




Today for the first time since I found him, over 3 weeks ago, my little dark boy ate 2 whole flies, albeit small ones, and practically on his own. All I did was spear them on a grass stem and hold them in front of him. He grabbed them, held them, and ate them by himself.



Meanwhile, his sister (and/or potential mate) is ready to make her final shed. She made a half-
hearted attempt at eating a moth last night, but now she won't be able to eat anything until after she sheds.


You can see her wings have developed. They are all puffy and scrunched up beneath the covering of skin. Even so, her adult wings will be short, vestigal. You'll see in a day or so.





Just a cute little thingy. Sorry for not posting much here lately.



Put it next to a teeny,

tiny

salamander!


Don't ask me how I managed to spot him in my driveway this morning, in between the two Hondas. Don't ask me how I managed not to run him over a few minutes earlier, when I drove Brice to school, or step on him as I dragged four trashcans down to the curb. It had to be luck, on both our parts.
He's a California Slender Salamander, and I am lucky enough to have a small population of them living right in my yard. They are most active at this time of year, when the ground is wet and soggy. I have posted pictures of them previously here and here.
After taking his picture (and again, I use the male pronoun by default) I released him in the planter to what can only be an uncertain fate.




Daily cartoon for the Dutch Nu.nl news website, about a threatening influenza epidemic that approached the Netherlands.

Left virus: "Hey man, I thought you were going to the Netherlands?!"

Right virus: "Yeah ... didn't make it beyond the immigration service!"

The Dutch immigration service has become notorious for their intolerance.



Here's a dollar put to creative use.



One Dollar Praying Mantis by *orudorumagi11 on deviantART



Check polaorid for words......more to come



I mentioned in an earlier post that it takes me literally forever to correspond with people. The same is true for updating this site. That said, today I've added a few new links to the blogroll. They are:

88 Topps Blog
A very funny look at the glory that is 1988 Topps. Still one of the most under-rated sets of its decade.

The Ball and Puck Club
Chuck just joined us at A Pack A Day, so I thought it would probably be good to add him here as well.

The Ugly Baseball Card Blog
When I started The Baseball Card Blog, nobody was actively blogging about baseball cards. And when thinking of a title for the site, I chose its name because I couldn't think of a witty blog name (and though dormant at the time, 'Stale Gum' was already taken). I was writing for myself, but I also wanted readers. So how do you get readers when you don't have any and there aren't other baseball card blogs out there? I went with a generic title that search engines would love. I lobbied sportswriters and other bloggers to take a look and maybe link to the site. This is all basic stuff, obviously, but with an easy-to-remember blog name that didn't get in the way of the writing, it was that much easier. (Today The Blog gets almost 40% of its visitors from high organic search engine rankings.)

Why am I bringing this up now? Because although derivative in its title, 'The Ugly Baseball Card Blog' gets the point. You don't have to be privy to an inside joke or familiar with sports terminology to immediately understand what it's about.

Wax Heaven
I think the writer of this site emailed me a long time ago about links, but I just never got around to it. Oh well, hope he doesn't hold a grudge.



The BBC's gorilla diary by Diddy and Innocent has a nice article and video this week about their work understanding the grunts of the gorillas that they follow around.

Link: BBC Gorilla Diary



Time for another 50 cards from The 792.

#351 - 400

351. Cardinals Leaders, 1988
I couldn't say no to Tony Pena in aviator glasses. Especially since in 1988 I was wearing the exact same frames.

352. Dave Stewart, 1984
353. Marvell Wynne, 1989
354. Mario Soto, 1981
355. Dwight Evans, 1982
356. Padres Team, 1980
357. Len Matuszek, 1983 (RC)
358. Ricky Jordan, 1989 (RC)
This was one of those cards that I thought stockpiling would allow me to buy a new car when I got older. Unfortunately, this plan involved Ricky Jordan making it into the Hall of Fame. I should've known better.

359. Dave Collins, 1983
360. Steve Carlton, 1985
361. Greg Maddux, 1988 (FTC)
362. Jack Lazorko, 1989
363. Willie Fraser, 1988
364. Brett Butler, 1983
365. Bobby Murcer, 1980
366. Mark McGwire, 1987
367. Keefe Cato, 1985
368. Willie Aikens, 1980 (RC)
I love it that Aikens signed his full name for this card, and that his middle name is 'Mays.' I mean, how great is that?

369. Ken Caminiti, 1989
370. Vince Coleman, 1986 (RC)
371. Mark Eichhorn, 1987 (RC)
372. Matt Williams, 1988 (RC)
373. Urbano Lugo, 1986 (RC)
374. Terry Francona, 1986
375. Jeff Reardon, 1985
376. Jeff Newman, 1985
377. Joe Carter, 1986
378. Lee May Super Veteran, 1983
I'm including the Lee May Super Veteran here partly because it's a great card, and partly because I feel bad for May. I feel bad because for the most part, Topps had the SV cards checklisted on cards ending in 1 or 6, because many of the Super Veterans were still stars. But not Lee May. Peaking as #500 in the 1974 set, by 1983 not only was he officially retired, but he was near obscurity at card #377.

379. Bobby Meacham, 1986
380. Willie Stargell, 1981
381. Red Sox Leaders, 1983
Yes, I included this card just for Bob Stanley's mustache.

382. John Smoltz, 1989 (RC)
383A.+B. Pascual Perez, 1982
384. Dave Dravecky, 1983 (RC)
385. Tony Perez, 1984
386. Rod Carew AL AS, 1983
387. Phil Niekro, 1981
388. Dickie Noles, 1986
389. Rod Dedeaux USA Olympic Team, 1985 (MGR)
390. Eddie Murray, 1982
391. Kirby Puckett AL AS, 1988
392. Fred Lynn AL AS, 1983
393. Ozzie Smith, 1980
394. Roger Clemens AL AS, 1988
395. Danny Jackson NL AS, 1989
396. Kirk Gibson NL AS, 1989
397. Jack Clark NL AS, 1988
398. Manny Trillo NL AS, 1983
399. George Brett AL AS, 1984
400. George Foster, 1980


As always, head over to Cardboard Junkie for the visual checklist.




So, we're headed toward Mardi Gras--Fat Tuesday. It is preceded by Lundi Gras--Fat Monday. And even though I no longer live in New Orleans, I'm getting ready to head back down with friends for the festivities, from Feb. 1 through Feb. 5. So no blogging those days--there are beads with my name on them headed my way.

So, what's involved in Mardi Gras besides bead catching and parade watching? I didn't get it for a long time, but it's people watching and, being as it IS New Orleans, after all, eating.

Here's the routine. Hours before parade time, you head with your camping or festival chair out to the neutral ground (which the rest of the world knows as a median), where you strive to be closest to the street. You park your butt in your chair alongside your pals, and in a spot convenient to all you place your cooler. If you're a REAL man or woman, you rope in your seating area with police tape, set up your grill, put up your folding table full of side dishes and set your cooler of beer or whatever underneath, and plan to stay in the area until the cows come home or the parades end for the day, whichever comes first.

We're planning a middle range of activities--we're taking out the chairs and snacks, but no grill or police tape.

Which is all a long way of thinking about King Cake, the traditional New Orleans pastry covered with sugar dyed in the Mardi Gras colors of green, purple and gold. Sometimes it also has icing and often is filled with cream cheese or some sticky sweet fruit filling. And if there's anything worse for you than sugar, I'd imagine it's sugar coated in purple vegetable dye.

I haven't seen a King Cake since last year. Usually by this time, my office in New Orleans would have shared at least a dozen. If you look back at my NOLA blog about this time last year I was bemoaning the sea of King Cake Carbs floating around the office on a daily basis.

Now I look in my new office area, and I see a carton of yogurt and a bottle of Kraft Light Three Cheese Ranch salad dressing. Sigh. It ain't the same, but no doubt it's healthier.

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Audio

Dub Connection - Bo-Yarka - Auralux
Mick Sleeper - I Am The Fire - (remix containing elements of "Jungle Lion", "Freak Out Skank" and interviews with Scratch from On the Wire released on "Divine Madness" (Pressure Sounds)
Lee Perry - I Was Meant For You - Jamaican Gold
U Roy Junior - Tribal War - Trojan
Lee & Jimmy - Yagga Yagga - Upsetter
The Stingers - Preacher Man - Justice League
Judge Winchester - Darkness On The City - Black Art
Shaumark & Robinson - Peace And Love - Jet Set
Keithis - Cost of Living - Jet Set
Roman Stewart - Man Of Dignity - Black Art
The Roots - Praises To Jah - Grass Roots
Robert Palmer - Love Can Run Faster - Island
The Slickers - African Children - Makasound
Keith Texon - Living My Life - Justice League UK
Rupie Edwards - Oh Black People - Success
Sista J & The Upsetters - Zion's Blood - remix featuring "Zion in Dub" from Megaton Dub 2 (Seven Leaves) and new vocals by Sista J, recorded by Mick Sleeper
Snoleoparden - nr. 1 - rump recordings
Guessman - Back from the Bins - Co-Lab
John Power - Stormbreaker - Tanuki Tanuki
The Duke Spirit - Send a Love Token -
Calvin Party - Godard's Girlfriend - Probe
Kanda Bongo Man - Bedy - Nascente - NSCD
Vetiver - Been So Long - Fat Cat
The Cesarians - Flesh is Grass - Imprint Records
Ain - V.S.U. - Tanuki Tanuki
Vashti Bunyan - Some Things Just in Your Mind - Fat Cat
Ryan Laccohee - Out of Focus (Bonus Track) - www.rileymusic.co.uk



( Jean- Marc van Tol had geen tijd )



Say this in your best Christopher Walken voice: "Guess what? I gotta fever... and the only prescription is more countdown!"


45. 1994 Pinnacle
There are two ways a set or a year could be deemed a Hobby Turning Point. The first is in content, ie rookies, subsets, corrected/uncorrected errors, major stars included, and perhaps the last cards of retiring stars. The second is in the medium and the technology in its presentation. For example, 1981 was a hobby turning point in medium: the hobby went from one manufacturer to three. 1987 provided a hobby turning point in content: it was one of the strongest rookie classes of that particular decade, squarely focusing future hobby attention on the seemingly endless waves of strong young stars.

I bring this up because I’ve been trying to figure out just where 1994 fits in. The year saw Upper Deck’s and Score’s first parallel sets and the first Bowman’s Best set, all of which clearly expanded the hobby landscape in a technical sense (I’m not counting UD’s gold hologram set from 1993, as that was released in factory-set form only). But it also saw the introduction of one of the decade’s defining rookies in Alex Rodriguez, a player who has become so important that all rankings, lists and analysis of sets from his rookie year must be made with his inclusion in mind.

This point sort of contradicts one of the pillars of my thoughts on how to rank a set. One great card does not a great set make; the set should be judged on its entire checklist. A great example of this is between 1986 Topps and 1986 Fleer. That year’s Topps set was iconic, even though it didn’t include a card of Jose Canseco. Fleer, on the other hand, could be best described as Canseco and a pile of commons. In other words, a given set shouldn’t be punished if it doesn’t have the big rookie from a given year.

I’m thinking I might need to amend this rule, simply because in 1986 it didn’t matter quite so much that Topps didn’t have Canseco, because there were so few sets (and Topps had subsets and other cards that Fleer, Donruss, and Sportflics didn’t). But because by 1994 there was so much parity in a hobby landscape of literally scores of sets, it certainly did matter if a given set didn’t include Rodriguez. Accordingly, in a countdown like this, sets without Rodriguez should be given a demerit.

That’s why it pains me that 1994 Pinnacle doesn’t rate higher. This was one of my favorite sets that I couldn’t really afford to collect: Clean, crisp photography on a full-bleed glossy stock, minimal front-of-card graphics and understated black backs. Just a great looking card, not to mention what has quite possibly become my favorite parallel set of all time (narrowly beating out the run of Silver Signatures sets from mid-Nineties Collector’s Choice): The Museum Collection. By championing the use of Dufex, Pinnacle created a gorgeous, shimmering card, and an excellent, poor-man’s stand-in for Topps’ refractors.

Unfortunately, that’s where the niceties end. The checklist seems stale in hindsight (especially without a Rodriguez rookie), with no real deviations for subsets within the base set, complemented by a smattering of boring inserts. All of it seems a little fishy, too, because 1993 Pinnacle had great subsets and massive, fun-to-covet insert sets (like Team 2001 and Then & Now), which seemingly disappeared from one year to the next. It’s too bad, because 1994 Pinnacle had its shit together in a big way in terms of its design. And that’s no small feat.


44. 1994 Bowman
No, this set didn’t have an Alex Rodriguez rookie, either. In fact, only eight sets had him on one of their checklists in 1994. Still, by 1994 Bowman had firmly established itself as a major player, if not the player in the rookie game. It didn’t really need Rodriguez to prove its position, even though many 1994 rookies weren’t surrounded by as much hype, nor made an immediate impact.

It took guys like Derrek Lee, Trot Nixon, Torii Hunter, and Billy Wagner a few years to get things going. And, like earlier Bowman sets, many rookies never got it going. Guys like Cleveland Lavell, Arquimedez Pozo, Gar Finnvold, Duff Brumley and the immortal Ruben ‘Derek Jeter Wanted Me To Steal These” Rivera. But the thing that brought attention to Bowman—even to a weak set like 1994—was that there were so many rookies. First came the flameouts, then guys like LoDuca, Renteria, Edgardo Alfonzo, and Wagner. Then a third wave of Lee, Hunter, Posada, Nixon, and others. By no stretch of the imagination can we compare this set to 1992 (or even to a lesser extent 1993) Bowman, but three waves of rookie interest does give your set some staying power.

Rookies aside, the rest of the checklist never struck me as exciting, fun, or even interesting. At just under 700 cards, I have always approached this issue as ‘just another set with all the same guys.’

The mantra of producing a set in the Nineties was that to compete you had to give collectors what they wanted: presumably a thousand versions of their favorite players, be it from the base set, as part of a subset, and/or in a mixture of inserts. But because every manufacturer was following this rule, you also had to be sure that your product stood out from the rest. So what did Bowman do? They slapped some shiny foil on the some of the cards. They gave every card hideous strips of metallic gold. But most of all they made it about the base set, meaning no inserts. Collectors might have come for the rookies, but why should they have stayed for the rest? I’m still trying to figure that one out.


43. 1994 Leaf/Limited & Leaf/Limited Rookies
I think I can explain the logic behind these sets. Obviously they are ‘These Go to Eleven’ sets from the Donruss and Leaf executives. Let’s start in 1990. Leaf comes out, trumping Upper Deck’s mind-blowing inaugural 1989 triumph. Then in 1991 Fleer chisels out the Ultra line, and Topps debuts Stadium Club, teaming with Kodak to melt some faces with full-bleed photography and full-color backs. (Donruss replies with unintentional comedic gem that is Studio.) 1992 sees the introduction of Pinnacle from Score, a beautiful card with crisp photography, black gradient borders and a thin gloss. 1993 raises the stakes even higher, with Topps’ Finest throwdown, Upper Deck’s stylish SP, and Fleer’s cigarette-cased Flair. Oh sure, Donruss still had the Leaf line chugging away since the 1990 bow, and a few of the sets were relatively decent (1992, 1993), but the manufacturer didn’t have an answer to Finest, Flair, or SP. Then in 1994 they released Leaf/Limited and L/L Rookies, super-premiums that accelerated the arms race for the deep-pocketed, new-card collector.

And truthfully, even though I considered the appearance of sets like these as a sign of the hobby apocalypse, they aren’t bad looking. The base card looks like a cross between a playing card and the cardboard back to a new razor, with squares and dark lines harking back to those heady old-school Donruss days of 1985 and 1986 (albeit L/L is a little classier).

The base checklists are tight: L/L is at 160 cards; L/L/R at 80. And yet no one stands out. That’s because the star of this show is not in one of the base sets. It’s in the L/L/R insert set ‘Rookie Phenoms.’ I’m speaking, of course, about the Alex Rodriguez rookie, gold-foiled up the wazoo and serial-numbered to 5,000. Talk about summing up the future of the hobby in one card.

But let’s get back to the actual base sets for a moment. Were they even collectable? I’m not sure. Besides being wowed by the super-premium-ness of it all, what were collectors after? Without the inclusion of the Rodriguez rookie, these would rank lower than late-run Triple Play.

It’s 1986 Fleer Syndrome all over again. Too bad Leaf threw their Canseco stand-in in as a hard-to-find insert, leaving almost everyone with the pile of commons.



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I wandered through the arboretum for a bit this afternoon, between rainstorms. Some of the milkweed plants have been stripped bare by the caterpillars. There is a little patch of milkweed in the avocado grove that still has leaves, but they won't last long at the rate they're going.

I caught these two caterpillars having a serious discussion about who should eat the leaf they were both on.


Stuck in the middle, a silent third party: an egg that appeared ready to hatch. I didn't even see this until after I downloaded the picture from my camera. I just hope the tiny caterpillar had time to hatch and crawl away before one of those big guys ate that leaf. It surely would eat the egg right along with it.



This Polaroid should hold you over for the weekend. 70 Polaroids total. I have only made two this big. The first one is long gone. I never had time to scan it, and it sold shortly after I made it. I wish I could pump at least two of these out a week. Let me know your thoughts......enjoy the weekend



Anyone from Vancouver, or those who have visited, will have first hand experience of the social disfunction that plagues our fair city's dating scene. Here's a couple of choice responses I've received from friends back home over the past days.

The first is the latest article by a dear freind, fellow writer, and a lovely girl who's to good to be single - Vancouver Guys Suck Ass. The second is just a great piss take of your's truly:

Wow very fun and nice pictures as well. I could not help but giggle a bit
at trying to find parallel opportunities here in the urban wasteland. The whole
story might of read quite differently.

Title: Cougars at Sammy J. Peppers

From: Vancouver Urban Fashionista.

Catching a glimpse of one Vancouver’s trickiest land animals.

“The bar began in 2005, when the owners faced a huge problem with the number of single available women in Vancouver. In the course of one year, cougars number in the thousands took out 38 men and boys, plus an additional four families of elves on Robson. But ratherthan dispersing the cougars, as is both sanctioned and encouraged by the local authorities, they opted instead to capture them - a decision they credit as having changed the course of men’s lives forever.”

You can see the parallels here. Take care man. :)



I just found this post in my drafts folder... Not sure why it was never posted. Originally from October 17, 2007.

Goudey Trade-away #46: Tekulve and Bottalico for Mulder and Vidro

This trade comes in from Nic in Wausau, Wisconsin.

Giving: Mark Mulder, #75; Jose Vidro, #187 (red back)
Getting: Ricky Bottalico, 1997 Collector's Choice; Kent Tekulve, 1988 Score

These two cards I'm getting in this trade are really out there. Hey! Which way to the beach? Also, that background on the Tekulve card is freaking me out. Is he pitching inside a kaleidoscope?

Or is his windup so powerful that he's about to fall backwards off a bridge into the Delaware River at sunset? Gotta love any pitcher whose games played stat line reads like an NBA starter. Teke was pretty tall, too (6'4"). He probably could been a backup shooting guard for the Sixers if Andrew Toney got injured. Kent would come prepared: He could provide his own striped knee-highs.



Where to begin, where to begin… Seems we’ve got a number of irons in the fire: 1990s Countdown, The 792, finishing The Baseball Card Book, and everything else that pops up now and then. I also have another checklisting idea that I’m itching to dive into, though I’m going to have to wait for the finish of The 792 before I start. Don’t want to have two going at once.

But first, a few notes.


About Emailing Me
You know, one of the (many) perks of writing The Baseball Card Blog is getting emails from readers. To date I’ve received over 300 stories, messages, and questions from readers around the country and around the world. That’s pretty awesome.

The reason I bring this up is because in real life I am truly a terrible correspondent. It usually takes me an unreasonable amount of time to respond to people about even the most basic questions.

So if you have a question about baseball cards, by all means, send me an email. Just be warned that it may take me a while to get back to you. Thanks.


Tags
One of the things I didn’t do when I started writing was tag each post with keywords. I find this incredibly helpful on other sites (like Cardboard Junkie) and have to admit that The Baseball Card Blog would be better off with tagged posts. That’s why I’ve decided to go back and add tags for the 400 or so posts on the site, dating back to January 2006. Look for these to pop up in the next month or so.


Links
I forgot to mention this earlier. I get a lot of emails about other people wanting me to link to their sites/blogs. I appreciate these emails, and like to think that many of them got their inspiration to go forth and write from The Baseball Card Blog (though I’m often not that vain). This ties back into the thing from before: It takes me a while to respond to emails, and truthfully, I rarely update my links. If you notice, I’ve still got a note announcing A Pack A Day as a new group blog, even though we’ve had it up and running since September.

Also, on the topic of links, the blogroll on A Pack A Day is limited for a reason. With the exception of Beckett, these are individual blogs written by APAD writers. If you’re interested in joining in the APAD madness, email me. (I promise I’ll get back to you in a timely manner.)


Also
I’m formulating my argument as to why Topps Heritage ’59 should be Heritage’s last issue. Look for a long-winded ramble coming soon.

And finally, a bit of humor before I cough up the next hundred or so numbers in The 792.

Tonight Let's Feel Sorry for... Guys with Unfortunate Names
Guys like Don Mossi, the triumphant Marty Feldman-esque Mona Lisa of Cardboard (and stellar pitcher for Cleveland and Detroit in the Fifties and Sixties), and Willie McGee, the superstar Cardinal outfielder who never met a mirror he liked, were ugly. There's no question about this (much has been documented on these subjects). And while ugliness haunted their every move off the field, people forgot about it when they were tiny specks in a big stadium.

But every so often a player comes along for whom you must truly feel bad all the time. I'm talking about guys like Dick Pole, John Butcher, Doc Medich, and all those players with unfortunate names. Sport, as a cross-section of society, is littered with this kind of misfit. By comparison, ugliness ain't so bad.



Click on the image to get a closer view. This is a Polaroid about putting on different masks to fit in. We all do it but no matter what mask you wear for the day, your HEART will always reveal your soul......and your soul is who you are.




Sigh. Here's the new modified government-issued Food Pyramid for senior adults, ages 70 and older.

No, I'm not there yet, though I'm barreling toward that age at an alarming rate.

But I do have a senior adult living with me, and my Resident Senior already has a fixed view of nutrition based on a combination of conflicting scientific reports over the years.

There's good news and bad news with this new food pyramid. The good news is that they've done it at all--recognizing that what's good for a hyperactive 20-year-old (theoretically)doesn't meet the needs of an octagenarian. Yes, before you even go there, I fully realize the food pyramids are so warped for any age that they're virtually useless. And that's the bad news.

So what changes have been made for folks like my Resident Senior? Mostly, more dairy. Unfortunately, the more dairy came at the expense of protein rather than breads and grains, which seem to have grown even larger. So still 9 servings a day in this category (the foods they show are whole grain bread, waffles, something that looks like a cow patty but is probably a rice cake, Frenc bread, whole grain cereal, oatmeal, pasta, rice and crackers).

Sigh.

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The past week saw one of the most impressive and unexpected stops on the tour so far - the Otjitotongwe Cheetah Park in Namibia.

Until then I hadn't caught so much of a glimpse of the world's fastest land animal, and as I said to a travel mate, I might as well pack up and go home if I couldn't see one here.

The farm began in 1994, when the Nel family faced a huge problem with the big cats. In the course of one year, cheetahs took out 38 sheep and goats, plus an additional four calves on the family farm. But rather than shooting the cheetahs, as is both sanctioned and encouraged by the Namibian Nature Conservation, they opted instead to capture them - a decision they credit as having changed the course of their lives forever.

A pregnant female was among the captured cats, and when three of the five cubs survived birth, the family adopted them as house pets and decided to turn their working ranch into a private reserve for the protection of cheetahs. Today, the fenced reserve spans 250 hectares and provides a safe home for 22 wild cheetahs, in addition to their three current house pets.

Time spent with the 'domestic' ones was almost surreal, while at the same time feeling utterly safe. They began purring like idling Volkswagens as soon as we arrived, and all in we had about 45 minutes to spend with them in the Nels' backyard. As risky as you'd think the experience might be, there really was minimal (if any) danger. Cheetahs are specialized for speed and are notoriously weak compared to other big cats. In the wild, they will often get bullied off their kill by lions or hyenas, and although 'big' they stand at about the same height as standard sized dog. They were even left free to play with the family's Jack Russel, doing no more to it than rolling it end over end if it got to yappy or in their face.

After the visit with the house cats we survived an hour long deluge before piling into the back of a pick-up truck for feeding time in the wild reserve. These cheetahs were an entirely different story. Unlike their domestic cousins, these were fit, lean predators in the prime of their lives. Just one hundred yards into the fenced off reserve we were surrounded by no less than a dozen active, pacing animals with no more than the open rail of the truck bed between us and them. I never felt more like a cow being led to the slaughter than at that moment.

But again, it was surprising how little of a threat they were, despite all appearances. The guides stepped directly out of the truck armed with nothing more than a small stick about the size of a conductor's wand - just a prop to make themselves look a bit bigger in the face of a couple bluff charges by the more aggressive cats. Once on the ground, they hauled out the garbage bin of fresh donkey meat that had been riding in the back with us and gave each a healthy 2kg chunk.

I realize that all sorts of people have a problem with keeping big cats or other wild animals as pets. I've never endorsed it, but in secure grounds in the middle of nowhere I could see no harm. All of the cheetahs were in immaculate health, and the service the Nels are providing in giving these animals a safe habitat in the face of the farmers' rifle puts them far beyond most cheetah conservation efforts, particularly the Namibian government who continues to sanction their killing.

All in their are just 7,500 cheetahs remaining in the world, but through their "pest control" policy, the Namibian government endorses the killing of up to 500 to 600 every year. Meanwhile, the Nels are looking to greatly expand their efforts. Eventually, they aim to have their entire 7,500 hectare farm securely fenced for the benefit of the cats. It was more than a pleasure to leave them with a donation towards that effort. The cost of fencing is about $50 Namibian Dollars (about $7 per km), and every square meter of land included in the reserve means a better life for the cheetahs who live there, and more room to transfer other cats that are facing a death sentence on local livestock farms.

For more information on the Otjitotongwe Cheetah Park, see the complete contact details below.



Tollie & Roeleen Nel
Otjitotongwe Cheetah Park
PO Box 60
Kamanjab, Namibia
Phone: 09 264 67 687056
Email: cheetahs@iway.na or Mario@cheetahpark.com
http://www.cheetahparknamibia.com



Cowboy was outside, washing Carlo, when he yelled through the door something about hogwash before disappearing.I went out there to remonstrate yet again regarding his irritating habit of yelling something incomprehensible and then wandering off. I found him peering down into the gutter next to the wheel of the car."What?" I said."Want to see a hedgehog?" he replied.We all know that there's




Finally found some time for a new Seamour episode.

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I found this fuzzy caterpillar at the arboretum a couple weeks ago. I think it's an acrea moth caterpillar, Estigmene acrea, also called a salt marsh moth. In spite of its bristly appearance in the photos, the fuzz is actually very soft.


I don't see these very often here, although they were common where I lived when I was a kid. So I brought it home to watch it grow.


This is the same caterpillar, after shedding its skin recently.




I parked my little dark boy on the fence for a picture. He seemed a little less "damaged" today.




Daily cartoon for the Dutch Nu.nl news website, about the discovered fossil of a gigantic rodent.

The wink is that those giant rodents must have become extinct because acorns were much too small for them.

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This Polaroid almost didn't make it. I know its sad but their are Polaroids that don't see the light of day. I was making this one, and it just wasn't working. But I"m learning to breath and to relax a little better. So, I sat it down for a while and went back to it. Is it compared to the USA saving the world from the Germans?......Absolutely NOT but to me its a surprising save.

On a second note, I had a great weekend. My girlfriend and I stayed home this Friday and watch a little movie called Snatch, and the next morning I went Duck hunting with my good old friend Cannon kirby. And what do you know I got one duck..Started off like a dream then my shooting skills went down hill fast.....O well it was fun, if you want to see the beautiful Blue Wing Teal go over to FLA Duck Days......peace



Still alive. Still dark. Still not eating on his own. He ate 2 fly thoraxes thoraces today (...and I learned a new word, but I digress...) He is slowly improving, at least in regard to what and how much he will eat. He still can't grab the prey insect on his own, but is starting to make attempts to hold onto it with while he's eating. (I feed him by using a slender grass stem as a skewer and holding the food right up to his mouth.)

He also doesn't seem to be cleaning himself. Mantids are normally very fastidious about keeping themselves clean and will usually groom their claws, feet and antennae several times a day, especially after eating. Below is an example of an arboretum mantid cleaning himself, from a couple summers ago.


Anyway, he's still alive, and that's good news.



A sample of this year's offerings:








I almost bought this. It's so sweet.
























Funny, this Backyard Buddies Bag of Bugs looks identical to the Happy Giddy Bag of Bugs they sold last year. I know that for a fact because they were in this post from last year.

Maybe next year, he'll come out with a praying mantis character.