klaxon or a bird that swims, a fish that sings

Arriving home from work, I found stuffed in our mailbox along with other advertising circulars and the local weeklies, a paper from the Rathaus of Bad Karma issuing a flood-warning to all residents.  Persistant rains and melting snow posed a risk for rising waters.  I proceeded to do as the paper advised and trundled a few items I thought were prone to damage, though no one wants to find a soggy and dank basement, out of the cellar and raised the rest, a few boxes of forgotten miscellany on stools and chairs.  One thing I grabbed were posters rolled in tubes.  Though not presently displayed in our house, I know one was of this concert poster from the Blow Monkeys, during their 1987 European tour.  One many not think that they know the band, but in fact nearly everyone does as they performed a few of the cover songs in the movie soundtrack of Dirty Dancing.  Advisements like this are something definitely to make one anxious, though I strongly suspect we will be fine, but it is a terrible thought to entertain, that the strata of random things that one does not see everyday might be ruined.  I hope everyone is faring well and weathering the neep tide, hale and healthy and with their basement-collections intact.

flotsam and mackintoshes

The gradual warming trend here is melting the accumulated snow and the cold, cold ground and rivers cannot accommodate much more of the water. It is strange to think that the chief weapon against flooding the world-around is the humble sandbag and neighbours helping neighbours, and not something novel, unwieldy and dangerous like Ice-9, especially considering the weather-weirding factors that are most likely contributing to the extremes.
European communities along major rivers, particularly where the waters have been straightened and manicured for shipping and are more prone to flooding because of these alterations, are equipped, however, with impressive retractable retaining walls, steel panels that rise out of the harbour automatically and as articulated as the sluices of the canals that they guard. It is potentially tragic and certainly nerve-wracking but always handled with poise and steadfastness, and not the same breed of stubborn prospectors on eroding beach-front property.  Venice and Amsterdam have endured below sea level for centuries, recognizing that the constructs and artifices encroaching on the environment bring the floods regularly, and even harnessing the power of the waters wanting to be untamed.

atchison, topeka and the santa fe

My mother gave H and I a fantastic Atchison Fox print, for which we’ve found the perfect spot on the wall though we have not hung it yet because of the Sunday proscriptions against work here—or at least polluting the neighbours’ conscience and that accounts a little for the wonky snap-shot. This scene was always famous to me growing up with it in the house, and while one can easily find information on illustrators and graphic artists who were contemporaries of Fox, like Maxfield Parrish, Audrey Beardsley and Alphons Mucha, there’s very little to be found on the internet for him—at least not what’s fast-tracked and in the forefront.

A picture like this, of course, can be appreciated without knowing its context, and should be enjoyed regardless, but I am wondering what is relegated to oblivion, never to be rediscovered, when it cannot be easily researched and sought out.   UPDATE: I suppose getting the name right would facilitate matters, and R. Atkinson Fox’s Dawn is a bit better known than the undiscovered Atchison.

you can pop a lot of trouble on the pop-o-matic bubble

The other night, I listened to an infomercial to its conclusion, or at least its unabashed sales push, regarding the precarious situation that the US and world economy is still in. The report was not terribly original and a bit pandering, underestimating the devious and willful intent of the rich and the allure of joining the rich.

Market fundamentals are being undermined by the burden of debt, governments leveraged in excess of the aggregate total income of their citizens, and new debt creation is being enabled by America's unique and unilateral ability and penchant to print more money, quantitative easing, when debts outstrip income. Other countries and monetary unions have the prerogative to do so as well, although the EU charter and other conventions in other cases confounds the process, and do not fold to temptation. Finances on all scales are still in shambles, and though other countries, like the UK and Yugoslavia, in recent times, have taken this course with devastating effect, the US has been thus far allowed to continue this hucksters' game of three-card Monte for so long because of the dollar's equally privileged position as the world's reserve currency. Though Russia, China, India and others are gaining independence from this hegemony, historically anyone not American became indentured to a middle man for international transactions. Ounces of gold, barrels of oil, fortnights and furlongs are all denominated in dollars, and a merchant from anywhere else in the world, buying a foreign commodity has to pay up a fee for the medium of exchange, and then to render it back to his or her home currency. Only Americans do not lose out in the translation, since not only does their endless money supply keep the international marketplaces lubricated, cheapening the dollar has also allowed Americans to acquire without offering anything more than fiat in exchange for quite some time. The economic collapse, I agree with the infomercial, will come quickly once more countries abandon the dollar as exchange-media and no one is willing to buy or hold more money itself in arrears and obligations go unmet. You sank my Battleship!