Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

 

My Washington Waldorf School education came in handy often while I was earning my undergraduate and graduate degrees in English. Master teacher Jack Petrash patiently and continually told my classmates and me stories that were filled with magic and wonder. Because many of these stories were also central myths and parables of the world’s religions, and because many of them recounted the foundational narratives of world literature, I have drawn upon that deep well often in class and in conversation, providing context for students, for example, as reminders of what we should know in order to be educated.

 

Such narratives are even more important for what they do for us, rather than just because of the new information that we carry in our heads. Jack Petrash was patient in the retelling of these stories, in this way he taught us patience, too. Listening to a long story is a kind of meditation that we become practiced at when we are children, if we are lucky, and become unaccustomed to when we are older, choosing instead to chase after distractions on big screens and small. Partly for this reason, I have returned to listening as a form of meditation, consuming a couple books a month while bicycling to and from campus.

 

Stories are important, too, because of their transformative effect, and even, to coin a term, their transportative effect. Art critic John Berger puts it this way: “When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story’s voice makes everything its own.” Reading is liberating for the imagination and the soul.

 

Aristotle famously spoke on the transformative emotional effect a great play can have on its playgoers. My grade school teacher Jack Petrash introduced me to Aristotle in the 1970s, and at UC Davis I’ve been lucky to teach a number of sections of “Introduction to the Principles of Literary Criticism: Plato to Coleridge” in the intervening decades. Nothing roots a seminal text like Aristotle’s Poetics in one’s mind more than teaching it; the patient professor is reminded that teaching itself can be a form of meditation, a form of storytelling.

 

I’ve thought a great deal about Aristotle’s concepts of “pity and fear,” of “discovery” in the plot of a literary work, and of the necessary qualities of a character who is worthy of an investment of time and attention. Great rewards await readers who engage in such identification. As George R. R. Martin once put it, “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.” One also takes risks as a reader, for the person who consumes great works of literature – and perhaps this might also be said about stirring films – might also experience many deaths, giving each of us a different sort of reflective process that focuses necessarily on departures, on loss.

 

Such losses remind us intellectually of the ephemeral quality of life, but the jury is still out on whether such literary and cinematic losses can prepare us for the more bracing life challenges that await us. As Shakespeare says, “Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.”

 

Tonight’s Pub Quiz will feature questions on topics raised above, as well as on the following: Wesley Snipes, Woody Harrelson, animated characters, Marvel movies, comedy, notable queens, active predators, world initiatives, blizzards, notable losses, domiciles, actresses, big games and matches, legislators, memorized lines of poetry for National Poetry Month, the unexpected groupings of monosyllabic nouns (such as dance, fur, gas, light, and sound), emperors, architects, heads of state, population counts, classic films with sequels, poetic pronouncements, U.S. presidents, magic, wildcats, angry adjectives, deficiencies, odd-numbered years, stopping only when sated, food and drink, and Shakespeare.

 

As I will be hosting a bonus poetry reading with Jane Hirshfield this evening, for today is the last day of National Poetry Month, today you will be quizzed by a substitute quizmaster, James Haven. James describes himself this way: “James Haven has been a DeVere’s pub quiz regular for over the past five years. He moved to Davis in 2008 to finish his BA in Philosophy and, since 2009, he has been employed by the city of Davis in transportation services for the elderly and disabled. He grew up in the Fellowship of Friends, a pseudo-cult located in the foothills of Yuba County where he was exposed to classical music, art, all things Greek, and Shakespeare (the only plays the youth acting troupe were allowed to perform). James enjoys the nerdier things in life including Dungeons & Dragons, Magic the Gathering, and the marvel comic universe especially the X-Men (DC comics need not apply). James is probably most recognized in Davis by his adorable Corgi companion, Lord Buckingham Reginald McMorecourt Chesterfield or “Bucky” for short.” Intriguing!

 

I hope you will still join us for the fun. I may be able to return in time to help with the grading. Thanks very much to James for stepping in for me this evening.

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

  1. Mottos and Slogans.    Nicknamed “The Sport of Kings,” what was an Olympic sport from 1900 to 1936? 

 

  1. Internet Culture. According to a headline in yesterday’s Wall Street Journal, “Who Has More of Your Personal Data Than Facebook?” 

 

  1. Newspaper Headlines. Which of the following stars of the 2013 comedy film Last Vegas today is older than the marriage of George Herbert Walker Bush and Barbara Bush? Robert De Niro, Michael Douglas, Morgan Freeman, Kevin Kline. 

 

 

P.S. Poetry Night is also Thursday. See Poetry in Davis for details. You should really attend one of the poetry readings I host before we all die (decades and decades from now, I’m sure).

Crocus, for no reason

 

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

 

Some people delight in complaining about their ails and travails on social media. I myself do not. So when I contracted a debilitating case of poison oak over spring break, one that later became a staph infection, almost nobody knew about it. “To live is to suffer,” Nietzsche said (the Buddha might also have said something similar), and “to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.” So over the last couple weeks I got to practice my willpower, and to reflect on the mind-altering side effects of the drugs I was prescribed. As this is National Poetry Month, I also found myself “finding some meaning” by writing poems, including one I unveiled at a Davis Arts Center reading yesterday, titled “Prednisone.” Containing a Pub Quiz allusion right at the start, this poem will stand in for my newsletter this week. Enjoy.

 

Prednisone

 

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for prednisone.

Yes, it’s prednisone, that oral steroid

and immunosuppressant that will cure what ails you!

 

When I told my doctor, himself a former marine,

that I was feeling a bit off, as if I had been topped off,

actually filled to the brim, and beyond the brim,

when I told him that because of the prednisone

maybe I was ‘roided up

like the strut-damnable villain in an action movie;

when I told him all this I could tell that he was taken aback.

His chair actually moved backwards.

He reminded me that prednisone differs significantly

from the anabolic steroids taken by professional wrestlers,

weekend weightlifters,

and high-school linebackers with muscle dysmorphia.

This drug prednisone is a horse of a different color.

I asked him, Is it a rainbow horse? Time to saddle up!

 

Tell me more about the side effects, doctor!

Talk me through my feelings. Be my therapist! Earn your co-pay!

Prednisone! It’s a corticosteroid!

Perfect for conditions such as arthritis, blood disorders, breathing problems,

severe allergies, skin diseases, eye troubles, and immune system disorders.

I wondered how one drug could be perfect for so many troubles.

Medical science seems to be dumbing down the standards for perfection.

 

Even more fun than the disorders would be the side effects.

These include weakness, weight loss, nausea, muscle pain,

headache, tiredness, and dizziness.

Ha! Where do I sign?

 

Not typically a drug user, once too tough for Tylenol,

and unaccustomed, for example, to caffeine,

my body responds to medications atypically, and intensely.

I wanted to tell the good doctor that I was a special case,

a sensitive poet, if you will.

At least I was sensitive before the prednisone.

 

Weight loss? Yes.

I finally dropped down to 160 lbs this week,

training weight, fighting weight,

but otherwise the side effects don’t apply:

I am feeling strong, rather than weak,

awake, rather than tired,

and tightrope sharp, rather than dizzy.

Someone bring me a tightrope.

What could go wrong? I’m on prednisone!

 

Boy, you look nice this evening.

Speaking of wrestlers, I will just move this couch for you by myself

with my remaining good arm.

That’s OK, I don’t need help carrying in these twelve bags of groceries,

for I am insensible to the many ways their plastic twiney handles

cut red canyons into my poison oak hands, my ragged claws.

 

I think we deserve a song at this juncture.

Nobody asked me to scat right about now, but that won’t stop me.

Brace yourself for my fricatives, plosives, and open vowels.

Anticipate my arpeggios as they inform the melodic lines

like a blooming calla lily, each petal a riff, you know,

a rough, the good stuff, the sniffed snuff.

This is the good stuff.

Come on, come on, help me do.

I’ve been feeding the rhythm.

Help me feed the rhythm.

 

The aging bulldog stops on each stair,

but is nevertheless eager to ascend to the second floor

where her mistress awaits.

Every household should have a Queen of Sheba.

Wishing to encourage the bulldog, I skip

up the stairs next to her, and then run back down.

I take the stairs two at a time

next to her, and then run back down.

She’s almost there. I take the steps three at a time.

Cassius says that Caesar “doth bestride the narrow world / Like a Colossus,”

but nobody speaks of jealous Cassius today.

 

Meanwhile, the bulldog is still climbing.

Hey Bulldog, some kind of innocence is measured out in years,

and you don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears.

I commend you for your effort, dear bulldog,

but my new friend prednisone

and I beat you to the top of the stairs.

 

Knock knock!

 

In additions to some of the topics raised above, tonight’s pub quiz will feature questions on the following: bank robberies, notable universities, narrowness, football teams, books mentioned on the Times Online website, Persian legends, crime-fighters, lurches towards extinction, the one that got away, our silent seas, the end in mind, Pulitzer Prizes, angels in America, hearts, poetry in April, troublesome transitions, Tonya Harding, butterflies, automatic trust, the wives of race car drivers, data plan deserts, Disney films, mythical creatures, shadowy mangoes, brooks and rivers, plastics, U.S. presidents, manifestations of expressions, world capitals, the state of looming, current events, and Shakespeare.

 

After the jump, look for some information about Thursday’s Poetry Reading at the Natsoulas Gallery. We have Modesto poet laureate Stella Beratlis, and award-winning Stegner fellow Dana Koster. Meanwhile, I love how busy the pub has been on our Mondays together. I hope you can join us this evening.

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

  1. Black Panther. Last week the film Black Panther claimed the number three spot on the all-time domestic box office chart, not adjusting for inflation. What film did it displace from that position?  

 

  1. Anagram.     What can make landfall in Northern California from October to April? Hint: The correct answer is an anagram of the common phrase ALPINE SEX PEPPERS.   

 

  1.     Charles Darwin. What is the name of the Cherokee-class 10-gun brig-sloop of the Royal Navy that is most closely associated with Charles Darwin?  

 

 

P.S. Here’s the poetry reading information I promised you:

 

Poets Stella Beratlis and Dana Koster will read in Davis on April 19th!

 

The Poetry Night Reading Series is proud to feature two notable Modesto poets: Stella Beratlis and Dana Koster. They will perform on Thursday, April 19th at 8 P.M. at the John Natsoulas Gallery at 521 1st Street in Davis.

 

Stella Beratlis is the Poet Laureate of Modesto. Beratlis grew up in a Greek-American family in Northern California. Her work has appeared in Quercus Review, Penumbra, Song of the San Joaquin,In Posse Review, California Quarterly, and other journals, as well as in the anthology The Place That Inhabits Us: Poems from the San Francisco Bay Watershed (Sixteen Rivers Press, 2010). She is coeditor of the collection More Than Soil, More Than Sky: The Modesto Poets (Quercus Review Press, 2011). Beratlis is a librarian in Modesto, where she lives with her daughter. Alkali Sink is her first collection of poems.

 

Lee Herrick, author of Gardening Secrets of the Dead, writes of Beratlis, “Stella Beratlis writes unforgettable poems that stir inside you long after you’ve finished reading them. Alkali Sink is simultaneously domestic and wild, urban and rural, full of surprises and wisdom. Your axis may shift after reading this remarkable book. Beratlis is a fierce talent whose beautiful mind encompasses the land, the open road, the kitchen window, and the heart’s inconstancies. Her first full-length collection is one of the best debuts I have read.”

 

Reading with Stella Beratlis will be Dana Koster. Dana Koster was born in St. Paul, Minnesota and grew up in Ventura, California. She earned her English degree from UC Berkeley and MFA in poetry from Cornell University. From 2011-2013, she was a Wallace Stegner Fellow. She lives in Modesto, CA with her husband and sons, where she works as a wedding photographer.

 

Koster’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in EPOCH, Indiana Review, Southern Humanities Review, The Cincinnati Review, PN Review, Muzzle, Thrush Poetry Journal and many others. She has work in the anthologies Drawn to Marvel: Poems from the Comic Books, Haiku of the Living Dead and More Than Soil, More Than Sky: The Modesto Poets. In 2012, she was the recipient of a Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Prize and a Theodore Christian Hoepfner Award. Her first book, Binary Stars, was published by Carolina Wren Press in 2017.

 

World Autism Day with Kate and Jukie

 

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

 

In her blog, titled Thriving in Holland, my wife Kate has written eloquently about the importance of April 2nd as World Autism Awareness Day. She opens, “On this day, we shine a light on autism in the hope that those living with autism will feel less alone and know that people around the world celebrate, support, and welcome their difference, their uniqueness.”

 

I originally recommended that Kate add the word “blue” to that light we shine on autism, acknowledging the efforts around the globe to raise awareness exemplified by the blue lights that today illuminate some of the world’s most famous landmarks, including the statue of Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro, the Empire State Building, and the tallest building in the world, the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

 

Even though our family shall be wearing blue today as we celebrate our boy Jukie, Kate pointed out to me that many people with autism feel uncomfortable with the organization behind the “Light It Up Blue” campaign, Autism Speaks. Founded a dozen years ago by GE vice chairman Bob Wright, Autism Speaks has been accused of deploying disease metaphors when addressing autism. We might wonder if autism should be “cured,” for example, when people with autism see autism as inherent to their sense of themselves. They express similar concerns about rooting out the causes of autism, in part because of concerns about choices people might make once we have a better understanding of such causes.

 

Any parent of a child with autism, such as Kate or myself, becomes an advocate for autism awareness in the act of advocating for a beloved child. And Jukie’s loss of skills and language when he was young continues to be a source of heartbreak for us. All that said, people with autism rightly question the extent to which well-meaning advocates may functionally silence those people with autism because of the focus on proxies, such as parents and organizations, rather than those who might more accurately and eloquently speak on behalf of those with a version of this syndrome, the people with autism themselves.

 

Indeed, an author friend of mine in Japan saw my retweet of Kate’s link to her blog entry and responded with typical insight: “It’s evident that your support comes from a place of love. You might not know, though, that many many #ActuallyAutistic people (including me) feel that Autism Speaks (the #LightItupBlue folks) do[es] harm to autistic people. You can read here, for example: http://metro.co.uk/2018/03/26/this-is-why-i-will-never-light-it-up-blue-for-autism-awareness-we-do-not-need-a-cure-because-autism-is-not-a-disease-7408706/ .”

 

I agree with the opinion shared in that Autism Speaks critique that we should all show more respect and love with people with neurological variance, and that more people with autism should serve on the board of such organizations. I also know that if he were asked to serve, our wordless and curious boy Jukie (whose particular form of regressive autism deserves newly-discovered and better therapies and treatments) would quickly grow bored by the required meetings. Jukie would lead me out the boardroom door into the bustle of E. 33rd Street so that we could gape like hayseed tourists at the actual Empire State Building which towers over New York a block from the Autism Speaks headquarters. And then our nature boy would walk me over to nearby Bryant Park or Madison Square Park to see how Manhattan playgrounds compare to those in Davis, California.

 

And I would follow Jukie to where he takes me, because that’s what I do, on World Autism Awareness Day, and every day. Happy April 2nd!

 

 

Tonight’s Pub Quiz will have an international flavor. Expect also questions on constant improvement, Louis Armstrong, lists of records, walled settlements, W.E.B. DuBois, the problem with sin, Russian cities, early start times, a break from the children, Catholic research, Al Antz, National Poetry Month, Jimi Hendrix, canine nicknames, millions of thrillers, an odd use for glass, capturing General Washington, prime numbers, Burkina Faso, trips to earth, jogged memories, notable people named James, reasons to visit London, Jim Morrison, your cute uncle Noel, remixes, cartoons, the French navy, foreign languages, facts about plants, volatility, Swedish exports, candy, Trump Tower regrets, Janis Joplin, words that rhyme with taxi, and Shakespeare.

 

Thursday night is Poetry Night in Davis. Join us April 5th at the Natsoulas Gallery. We gather at 8 PM to hear from out of town poets Richard Robbins and John Dooley.

 

See you tonight!

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

  1. Science.  Not rodents, rabbits are instead what L word? 

 

  1. Books and Authors.   Born in Pakistan, the Trump critic author of the book This is Our Constitution: Discover America with a Gold Star Father was written by an author whose first and last names start with the same letter. Tell me that letter. 

 

  1. Current Events – Names in the News.     Today we learned of the death of Linda Brown, made famous by a hallmark 1954 Supreme Court case. In what state did Linda Brown attend elementary school? 

 

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

 

As we marched for our lives up Capital Avenue towards the growing and boisterous crowd on 10th Street, the sounds of the chants echoed off the sides of the tall office buildings on either sides of us. Sometimes a chant would start farther east from us, a distant and rhythmic roar, and then finally be heard and discerned by the time the chanting surrounded us, filling us with energy and resolve, like ancient warriors marching into battle.

 

The difference is that these were signs of peace that we saw all around us. A rainbow sign implored: “DON’T PROTECT GUNS. PROTECT US.” It was held by a child. Another said “ARM TEACHERS WITH RESOURCES, NOT GUNS.” Another said, “PACK LUNCHES, NOT HEAT.” Every sign celebrated the lives and innocence of children, the commitment and importance of teachers, and the steadfast bravery of those Americans who are taking on the National Rifle Association.

 

The sights were inspiring, but mostly I noticed the sounds. With so many children present, the chants and cheers resounded at an octave higher than one might expect at a political march. And I heard joyful greetings from people I know. The Campus Counsel of UC Davis was walking his bike and his kids when he called out “Dr. Andy!” I pointed out to him that we had run into each other at about the same place at the first Women’s March in 2017.

 

Some people greeted my son Jukie by name, including our friend Joe, the Superintendent of the Davis Cemetery. He was carrying a long pole with an American flag, reminding us all that, as Thoreau said about Americans, “Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty.” Landfalls author and Pub Quiz fan Naomi J. Williams took a picture of Jukie and me, and soon it was accruing likes on Instagram. I feel lucky to know so many admirable Davisites!

 

The people around us who we didn’t already know were just as friendly as those who knew us. The man behind us noticed my son’s interest in his gummy worms, and offered Jukie a handful. Once I looked away for a moment, only to discover Jukie picking lint of a stranger’s wool coat. The man in wool halted my reprimand in mid-sentence, saying that he was a special education teacher, and that my son was doing a great job being patient and attentive. Later when Jukie started to walk off, ten or so of the people around us made sure I knew where he was. So filled with kindness and civic responsibility, chanters at a progressive rally are some of my favorite strangers.

 

At times overcome with emotion, reminded often of the occasion that generated the expressions of love and concern, I tried to be still and just take in the moment. The sound system for the adults and children who were chosen as speakers was not strong enough to reach us, even though we were near the front of the pack. First I tried to listen, but then I took to imagining how much my experience was like Jukie’s, whose receptive language is limited (though he knows every day that he is cherished). Like Jukie, I knew that people were speaking, but our ears couldn’t make out, or need to make out, what was being said.  Instead, Jukie and I just noticed that we were surrounded by love, the sort that is necessary to confront acts of evil or derangement, the sort that is necessary to draw every young person into our circle of respect and caring, the sort that is necessary to transform a protest into a movement.

 

Holding Jukie’s hand in the noonday sun next to the towering capitol, standing upon the Seal of California with its promise of idealism and progress,, and almost hearing the proclamations of resolve from the teenagers on the capitol steps, I was filled with optimism and hope. I couldn’t help but think of Isaiah 11:6: “The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.”

 

 

Many celebrate a spring break this week. If that is you, I hope you will join us tonight. You might need a break from your break. Tonight expect questions on some of the topics raised above, as well as on the following: Kings and queens, famous siblings, military might, African-American firsts, apologies, Michael Pollan, outdoor companies, Inuit culture, American gangsters, additional luck, wicks, pensions, George Bernhard Shaw, Super Bowls, unexpected good fortune, doing something about the weather, Starbucks, Indian exports, car brands, the U.S. Constitution, scientific categories, Science in March, zanier jabs, currency, heart healing without surgery, nicknames, teenagers, hypochondriacs, axis accidents, family zoos, titles of ponies, Oscar-winners who are civilians, domestication, what to do with your final quarter, date nights, and Shakespeare.

 

I hope you are up to something. As Tolstoy says in Anna Karenina, “Spring is the time of plans and projects.” See you tonight, and Happy Spring!

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

 

  1. Name the Category. All the following belong to what category? Archeology, barbecue, chimney, fan, paint, pastry, wire.   

 

  1. Pop Culture – Music. I am thinking of an American conductor, pianist and composer who is the music director of the San Francisco Symphony and artistic director of the New World Symphony. His name is Michael Tilson WHAT?  

 

  1. Sports.   I’m thinking of a 20-year-old Haitian-American-Japanese professional tennis player who yesterday won her first to win the first title of her career yesterday. Her first name is Naomi, and her last she shares with the third most populous city in Japan, where she was born. Name the city.  

 

 

 

P.S. Poetry Night is April 5th. Add that to your calendar now, while you are thinking of it.

 

 

 

Tree Poetry Signs with Dr. Andy Jones of Davis, CA

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

Someone once called me “Davis Famous,” and since then I’ve wondered if she was complimenting me, or describing a box that encloses me. A teacher herself, my friend was probably also pointing out that, like so many other faddish things in life, fame is to be mistrusted. “A good commander is benevolent and unconcerned with fame,” Sun Tzu said. I try to be benevolent without even being a commander.

Some of these things are in our control, and some are not. As John Wooden warns, “Talent is God given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful.” American philosopher and poet Henry David Thoreau took it a step further, saying, “Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”

We can’t always account for how we might get noticed. Perhaps more people have heard my voice during my dozen or so appearances on Capital Public Radio and my dozen or so appearances on local TV (including last week on Channel 13), than during the 18 years of my public affairs radio show on KDVS. It might be that more people saw my TV commercials for Kid Power Shoes and Billy the Kid Action Wear (I only did commercials for companies that had the word “Kid” in their names and that would eventually go out of business) than saw my made for TV movie about Down Syndrome. It might be that more people saw me on The Oprah Winfrey Show in 1992 than who saw my TV commercials, made for TV movie, and appearances on local news in the 1970s and 1980s, combined. And most likely more people heard me talk about poetry on the BBC World Service, the world’s largest international broadcaster, with a listenership of over 300 million, than saw me on Oprah, with an audience typically ranging from 25-50 million.

But what does all that matter now? More meaningful to me has been the number of people who have stopped me at functions in Davis to say they appreciated my eulogy tribute poem to Susanne Rockwell, a delightful friend and “benevolent commander” of writers and do-gooders, a local hero who passed away last month. More meaningful than the publication of my first three books of poetry has been the “publication” of my most recent book, titled 25. Containing one secretly written love poem for each of my 25 years of marriage to Kate, 25 had a print run of just one. As I have joked, this is only somewhat smaller than the print runs of my previous books. But handing it across the table to its entire intended audience has been worth more to me than all my “fame,” whether it be Davis fame or exposure to an audience outside 95616.

Somewhat related to all this, I will quote Kate from something she posted on Facebook this morning:

 

On Saturday, Truman looked out the window and said, “someone’s put a new sign in our yard.” I asked him to read it to me:

With stronger eyes than mine, he could make out the words: “The new lovers kissed each other’s cheeks beneath a weeping willow with a long memory.”

“Sweet – I wonder who wrote it — that’s not what I expected,” I said, Later while walking around, I noticed similar looking signs with different poetic messages, all about trees, posted all over town. One read:

The tree’s myriad branches,

present a thousand different ways

to begin a single answer: YES.

 

And another:

After a long hike, seek rest.

The strongest trees

quiver solitary atop

the tallest hills.

 

What a lovely, tree-hugging town I live in — we sure do love our trees, I thought! When I mentioned to Andy how much I liked the signs, he asked me who wrote them.

Hmmm, lemme look…oh! Andy Jones, Davis Poet Laureate wrote them. Was I the last to know that my husband’s words were celebrating the City of Davis’ 40th Anniversary as a Tree City USA? And now one can find 20 such micro-poems all over town. What a fitting tribute to a city that loves its trees! 🌲🌳🌴💚

P.S. This morning, Jukie’s bus driver read the sign about new lovers on our front yard, and asked Andy if he and his wife need to be “new lovers,” or if he can go ahead and kiss her cheek beneath the weeping willow. “Go for it,” he responded. I suppose that eventually people turn to their local poet on matters of the heart.

 

Thanks to Kate for providing the emotional center of this week’s newsletter.

Tonight’s Pub Quiz will concerns issues raised above, as well as the following: ploys for hog gyms, islands of witchcraft, salaries for school-teachers, path-finders, pastries, barbecues, chimneys, fans, term memory and term limits, speeches full of thanks, barnyard adventures, home improvements, antibodies at work, Disney on TV, glee back east, GDP, heroic upstarts, multitudes of governors, multiple K names, arcane lenders, imagined success, humours, words with six syllables, best-sellers, architecture, classical music, the pulse of studies, Haiti, motivations to launch, Apples, and Shakespeare. Today I saw a trending story that platypus milk might save us from bacterial infections. Too bad the pub quiz is already written, or I could include that, as well.

Happy belated Arbor Day, and happy belated St. Patrick’s Day! I hope we can fill de Vere’s Irish Pub as we did on Saturday. See you at 7.

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

  1. Books and Authors. Once best known for his short stories, what George’s novel Lincoln in the Bardo won the 2017 Man Booker Prize?
  2. Actors and Actresses. What Oscar-winning Cockney octogenarian actor who introduced Woody Allen to Mia Farrow has said that he will never work with the Academy Award-winning director again?
  3. Science. Hot air balloon burners burn a liquid form of a three-carbon alkane with the molecular formula C3H8. Name it.

P.S. Did I tell you that with my head-shaving stunt I was able to raise more than $3,000 for children’s cancer research? If you want to see the names of the people who contributed, or add your name to their ranks, for there is still time, please visit http://bit.ly/balddrandy. By now, my hair is already starting to grow back. As I told one friend, “My hair is returning so quickly that I feel like Wolverine.” Thanks to the first family of Davis (according to me), Lucas and Stacie Frerichs, for their recent donation to the cause.

P.P.S. A reminder from Rilke: “Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.”

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Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

One of the great advantages of living in a small city like Davis is that I can always count on running into friends whenever I head downtown. Sometimes people greet me before I recognize them, and sometimes people greet me whom I don’t recognize at all. This used to happen to my dad all the time in Washington D.C. While he had the added disadvantage of being functionally blind, I nevertheless learned some lessons from him in patience and grace as he was approached by all sorts of well-wishers who knew him from his regular film and theatre reviews on TV. I will also know a larger percentage of people on the streets of my town than my dad did on the streets of his town. Never having partaken in the crutch of Facebook, he nevertheless did a better job than I did in remembering names. Of course, he was also a magician.

But since I got my recent haircut – OK, it’s more that I was shorn like a shocked and bleating sheep – another dynamic has manifested: People who know me don’t recognize me. In downtown Davis, I can walk right past acquaintances without their making eye contact or recognizing who I am. And then Friday, I was waiting in front of our favorite Irish Pub, where I told my wife Kate I would meet her, and she looked right past me, as if I were an invisible ghost or someone worthy of a snub. We love our bald friends, but Kate’s eye is not yet trained to look for such people when out and about (and I stay away from mirrors altogether).

Our son Jukie was walking several yards ahead of his mom and was heading into the Irish pub when his dad’s voice appeared from seeming nowhere, telling him to wait for his daddy. Jukie had walked right past me, not only not stopping for a customary hug, but this time also not seeing me at all. I felt like a spy in my own city, a master of disguise who could infiltrate unseen, even though others who know me well had been alerted to my presence.

And then Friday night at a fundraiser that I was hosting for the local Rotary club, I got to unleash my now recognizable voice on a roomful of 200 people who were wondering if I had shaved my head in order to look older – more distinguished, like Charles Foster Kane at the end of the Orson Welles movie – or to look younger, to pretend like Bruce Willis that my new baldness was purposeful, rather than to conceal how old, grey, and balding I would be if I were to let my hair grow.

Either way, at the fundraiser local dignitaries and Pub Quiz occasionals presented me with cupcakes that, like the celebrant, had been recently shaved, only of frosting rather than of hair. What a hoot to be both mocked and fêted in the same ceremony, as if I were both myself, and this new guy, a member of the bald guy club who can walk the streets of Davis undisturbed, unstopped, and unrecognized. Yesterday I suspected that it took B Street Theater founding artistic director Buck Busfield about two minutes of conversation before he remembered who I was, as if I was unaccountably wearing a costume to a non-costume party.

We will see how long my new anonymity lasts. Meanwhile, thanks for the birthday wishes online and in person, and thanks to everyone who has donated or continues to donate to my ongoing fundraiser fighting children’s cancers, this weekend and beyond. You still have time to give, and help me break $3,000 raised for children’s cancer research. It is a Cause célèbre, even if the minor celebrity espousing it has been functionally forgotten. Here’s the link.

 

And here are some clues for tonight’s quiz. In addition to the topics raised above, expect also questions about garrulous villains, funny nicknames, American authors, burners, keyboards, large connections, big cities, tournaments, rising stars, notable ends, favorite continents, fast chaps, Thailand, balloons, Greek mythology, molecular formulae, repeated diction, crickets, spousal introductions, diversification, notable Americans, rates of occurrence, surprises for inventors, Spanish and English, the question of SI, hardened ivory huts, final tracks, silly announcements, thoughts about numbers, metaphorical birds, German scientists, baseball, generous plans, four notables, bus rides, San Diego, and Shakespeare.

Poetry Night is Thursday! This time we will feature DR Wagner and Dave Boles. Join us March 15th (the Ideas of March) at the John Natsoulas Gallery for a performance by these standout poets.

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

  1. Mottos and Slogans.    A favorite among musicians and their pets, what 1966 Beach Boys album was originally promoted with the slogan “the most progressive pop album ever”?  
  2. Internet Culture. Amazon has recently revealed it will stop selling latest-generation smart thermostats and other space-age gadgets from Nest. What California-headquartered company owns Nest?  
  3. Newspaper Headlines. What single country is the top exporter of steel and aluminum to the U.S.?  

 

Roy Meachum

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

Cicero said that “The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.” Confronting death at every turn, I have been exercising my memory this past week, as I suppose a good poet should.

Last Monday while hosting the Pub Quiz I received word that a longtime colleague and an important figure to the cultural life UC Davis and the City of Davis had passed away unexpectedly from the cancer that she had been battling over the last year. UC Davis web editor and Sunrise Rotary stalwart Susanne Rockwell brought encouragement and cheer with her wherever she went, as well as a discerning intellect. Looking over emails and social media messages from Susanne and her husband Brian, I find statements of appreciation for the various Rotary events that I had hosted or contributed to over the years. No doubt many people benefitted from her goodwill, for over 400 friends, colleagues and admirers attended her celebration of life Saturday. Hers is a great loss to our city. At the end of this newsletter, I will share the poem that I wrote and performed for Susanne’s service.

While I was listening to the eloquent speakers at that service, I received word that venerable local poet and retired Sacramento City College Professor Jerry Fishman had died. Jerry came often to the Poetry Night Reading Series that I run on first and third Thursday nights, challenging listeners with long poems that were delightfully informed by urban and radical sensibilities.

I celebrate the lives of these friends, but in the newsletter today I am going to take a moment to remember my Uncle Roy Meachum, a veteran columnist and broadcast journalist who contributed mightily to my life in over five decades, and who died on Wednesday, the 21st of February. He is notable for what he did – he was a script-writer for First Lady Lady Bird Johnson, he was a TV and radio broadcaster in Washington D.C., and he was a thoughtfully-progressive columnist for a number of paper and online newspapers, most notably for 20+ years at the Frederick News Post. But Uncle Roy was also famous for the people he knew. He had a close friendship with, among many others, Duke Ellington and with Jack Valenti, the man who brought us the actual movie rating system we use today when he was president of the Motion Picture Association of America.

If you are curious, you could review this column, one of hundreds, on time that Uncle Roy spent with Bob Hope and Danny Kaye during World War II. Here’s another favorite, titled “White House Days,” in which Uncle Roy recounts his conversations with Mamie Eisenhower, Jessica Tandy, Helen Hayes, and Marian Anderson. My mom even appears in this one, as Roy accompanied her to a Ford White House function when my father was out of town. Although Roy recognized friends on the White House staff, the post-Watergate tone was much different from what he had remembered in that same building when Johnson was in charge.

Having been born in 1926 in New Orleans, Roy once told me that a kindly and impossibly old African-American man named Joseph who took care of him when he was a little boy. Also from New Orleans, Joseph had been born into slavery. I tell that story to my students whenever I make the point that slavery in America and the War Between the States are not as distant as we would like to think. I typically finish that anecdote by saying, “And my Uncle Roy is still alive!” Now I will need to give that story a new ending.

Rest in Peace, Roy Meachum. Thanks for being a kind and intellectually energetic uncle for decades before you actually married my Aunt Sharon. In Frederick, Davis, and St. Petersburg, you will be missed.

 

Tonight’s Pub Quiz will touch upon topics raised above, and also pose questions on the following: Rivets, authors named Emily, the Winter Olympics, toast, U.S. News and World Report, world capitals, names with seemingly too many vowels, mythical creatures, other newspapers, best-selling authors of the 19th century, bodies of water, rejected heroes, the futility of quietness, big cities, congress people, ice baby, notable professions, name changes, China and the definition of “east,” exports, blowing winds, notable playwrights, Yolo County, Russian favorites, girls who deserve a shout-out, the south, Canada harbors, popular TV, people named Hamilton, late animators, Redding, successful Republicans, a few topics I haven’t chosen yet, and Shakespeare.

Poetry Night offers a wide-open mic this coming Thursday, March 1st. Bring a musical instrument or a poem to the John Natsoulas Gallery at 8 P.M. We would love to see you on stage.

See you tonight!

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

  1. Mottos and Slogans: California Edition. The new slogan of the home county of Disneyland is “Around the Corner, Ahead of the Curve.” Name the county. 

 

  1. Internet Culture. The acronym PDF most commonly stands for what? 

 

  1. Newspaper Headlines. Finish this recent headline with a proper name that starts with S. “Apple Shipped More Watches than BLANK in Q4 2017.” Hint: 11 letters. 

 

 

P.S. Here’s the poem I read for Susanne Rockwell on Saturday:

 

Susanne’s Smile

(for Susanne Rockwell, 1952-2018)

 

Bathed in California sunshine,

a book in her hand,

a smiling ginger traveler sits on the dock,

her feet submerged

in the waters of a still pond.

 

She is surrounded by family,

some of them also her relatives.

“Families” sprouted around her,

whether they be international young tourists visiting her home,

her Friday morning Rotary buddies,

charged with incrementally saving the world,

or the coworkers whom she mentored atop the administrative building.

They were all drawn to her automatic smile.

 

The pond that submerged the feet of the ginger traveler

a book in her hand,

is filled with the still waters of compassion.

Look how she kicks with glee, how she roils the pond’s waters,

creating wave upon wave of benevolence, of kind-heartedness.

The waves splash upon the ankles of members of her family,

some in Spain, some in Maine, some on nearby shores.

 

She’s gone now,

but the ginger traveler’s waves in the still waters,

fueled by kindness, attention, and memory,

still roll outward in ever-growing concentric circles.

The traveler’s waves of compassion continue to comfort,

continue to inspire smiles almost as wide as hers,

continue to envelop us all.

 

Dilly the Bulldog meets a therapy pig in Sacramento, courtesy of Your Quizmaster

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

Imagine living on top of one of the steepest hills in San Francisco, and having to walk your arthritic bulldog a few times a day. The InterContinental Mark Hopkins San Francisco Hotel is surrounded by irrational inclines and concrete, with drop-offs immediately out the door when one walks north, east, or south. That left my bulldog Dilly and me only one choice, to walk west from this storied structure at 999 California Avenue, from which I write these words this morning. In that direction, one finds Huntington Park, which from Dilly’s point of view is Nob Hill’s dog sanctuary, and Grace Cathedral, where 5,000 people gathered to hear Martin Luther King, Jr. speak on the occasion of the completion of the cathedral in 1964 (having been started in 1928). My family and I gathered there ourselves just yesterday, staring up in awe at this magnificent structure.

Here for the San Francisco Writers Conference, an event that I’ve attended each of the last 13 years, I have been enjoying sampling urban life. From my bedroom window, I can see the Trans America Building, the Union Square neighborhood, the hills of Oakland, and even a Macy’s. Here since Thursday, I’ve grown used to the sound of the elevator taking revelers up to the Top of the Mark, and, many stories below, the cables always dragging those tourist-transporters known as San Francisco’s cable cars at a steady 9.5 miles per hour. I find it hard to believe, and regrettable, that while more than 30 American cities once had cable car systems (including cities in Rhode Island, Missouri, Montana, Oklahoma, and Oregon), San Francisco’s is the only such system that is still operational.

I brought my favorite Davis author with me on this trip, my wife Kate, and she has given me permission to conclude this newsletter with a Facebook post she wrote to accompany a photo collage representing our third full day in “The City by the Bay” (one of San Francisco’s ten nicknames, most of them disparaged by locals). Find her words below, and the hints thereafter.

Over dinner tonight, we recounted our favorite moments from Day Three in the City. For Truman, attending a “Teaching Poetry to Children” panel at the San Francisco Writers Conference made his list. He wrote and then performed a poem on the spot. In the park, Dilly made friends with a talented therapy pig named Lilou. Except for writers and the son of Charles Schultz, Lilou was our only celebrity sighting all trip. Jukie enjoyed pruning the fruit trees he encountered, and running full speed straight down the city’s vertiginous hills. I loved stepping into Grace Cathedral and happening upon the choir practicing with pipe organ accompaniment. Andy said his highlight was waking up next to me, our hotel suite illuminated by a hint of sunrise and the lights of San Francisco. When I told him I couldn’t include that, he said, “why not — it’s accurate.”

After dinner (Indian food, which Truman described as “unexpectedly good”), we found ourselves almost down to Fisherman’s Wharf, a few miles from the Mark Hopkins Hotel, with the temperature dropping a gazillion degrees, and the Pacific trade winds picking up. As none of us was keen on trekking back up to the top of Nob Hill, we hopped on the Mason Street cable car with the rest of the freezing tourists. Jukie had been hoping for some amusement park time on this mini-vacation, so he finally got to spend time on a one hundred-year-old “ride.”

We come home Monday afternoon. As Rudyard Kipling once said, “San Francisco has only one drawback. It’s hard to leave.”

 

In addition to topics raised above, tonight’s Pub Quiz will feature questions about the following: occupations, Dana Gioia, portability, San Francisco, abutments, lyrical questions for angels, apples, the nature of wonder, jealous poets, DNA, articles in The Atlantic, rear admirals, Mediterranean views, California counties, Oscar-nominated films, Lil B, bars in sketchy neighborhoods, Frank Sinatra, demonic names you should know by now, butterflies, the differences between miles and kilometers, metaphorical and actual mortar, ancestors, new words, European countries, the last word in clarity, expensive rides, great Americans, national student clearinghouses, corners and curves, and Shakespeare.

I expect that I will substitute at least one of these questions from the next chapter of my book Pub Quizzes: Trivia for Smart People. I sold a number of copies of my latest book at the conference, as well as copies of my three books of poetry. I hope you had an equally fruitful holiday weekend.

See you tonight!

 

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P.S. Here are three questions from last week’s quiz. You will also find some, with answers, in every Sunday edition of The Davis Enterprise.

 

  1.  Two-syllable D words. What two-syllable D word, an adjective, refers to sounds that are sweet and soothing? Think antonym to “obstreperous.”

 

  1. Books and Authors.   Whose works of poetry include “Paul Revere’s Ride” and The Song of Hiawatha? The answer to this question will also be mentioned in a question I ask you this evening.

 

  1. Film.   The highest-ever-grossing film that starts with the letter M, the 14th highest of all time, came out in 2015. Name the film. Although I own this film, I would not list it among my top 200 favorites.

 

P.S. You are also working on a writing project of some sort, right?

Andy Marching with his Boys

 

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

The first time I attended the Women’s March in Sacramento, I wasn’t sure what to feel. At first, I wondered if I, as a man, should even be there. Maybe women didn’t want to share the spotlight with me and other men like me, even though I saw myself as an ally to the women in charge. Secondly, I wondered if I participated primarily because I wanted to support the organizers and participants, or because I wanted to take part in some grand national celebration of authentic democracy.

My family has a history with inaugurations. A Washingtonian since the mid 1960s, my mom lives not far from Capitol Hill, so she walked over to see President Obama’s inauguration, securing a viewing spot only a few blocks from where that former constitutional law scholar and lecturer would take the oath of office. And in the last century, about a decade after she and my dad moved to town, she also took my brother and me to watch the post-inauguration parade down Pennsylvania Avenue, where we saw the new President Carter walking on his historical journey from the Capitol to his new home in the White House (walking down a public street against the recommendations of the Secret Service).

Having always commemorated the peaceful changing of executive power, I again wanted to celebrate something worthy and historical on the day after Inauguration Day, 2017. I remember that back then many people held out hope for the best from this new president – maybe the office would help him mature, some said – while many of us braced ourselves for the worst. And, of course, the worst was what we got. The excesses, failings, and scandals of the Trump presidency are ongoing, and too numerous to list here.

Nevertheless, we are fortunate that the checks and balances encoded into American democracy exert an analogous force at a level above the three-branched government. When the electorate believes the government is exerting insufficient control, thus letting the creative forces of chaos run amuck, they might elect a “law and order” candidate as U.S. President. On the other hand, when government leaders become totalitarian, despotic, and too illiberal for our tastes, we the people remember the meanings and responsibilities of democracy, and we storm the proverbial gates. As we don’t have a Bastille to overrun, we must find a proverbial key, and the key to the gates of power in this country is the ballot box. As one protest sign put it on Saturday, “GRAB ‘EM BY THE MIDTERMS.”

Women are answering the call. In a recent essay in The Cut, titled  “The Other Women’s March on Washington,” Rebecca Traister quantifies the resolve felt by American women seeking to participate in the political process, sparked in part by last year’s march: “To date, 390 women are planning to run for the House of Representatives, a figure that’s higher than at any point in American history. Twenty-two of them are non-incumbent black women — for scale, there are only 18 black women in the House right now. Meanwhile, 49 women are likely to be running for the Senate, more than 68 percent higher than the number who’d announced at the same point in 2014.”

At the Women’s March this year, I found the tone and rhetoric to be more mature, less raw, and more resolved than the year before. My wife Kate and I brought our two sons to both Sacramento marches, and noted some important differences between the two; we also learned a few practical lessons. First of all, we arrived a lot earlier this year, and as a result situated ourselves towards the front of the crowd preparing to leave Southside Park on T Street. Some of those eager to start the parade seemed to have brought kettle drums, while others brought their trumpets. The resulting cacophony provided a hint of Mardi Gras.

Secondly, we noticed that the crowd was less shocked and angry this year, and more resolute. We could tell the difference in the nature of the chants, and in the tone of the protest signs: this year the signs were even more creative, more assertive, and more insistent on political action. A few favorites include “WAKE UP AND SMELL THE KREMLIN,” “I’VE SEEN SMARTER CABINETS AT IKEA,” and “SUPER CALLOUS FRAGILE RACIST SEXIST NASTY POTUS.”

Finally, the was a Return of the Jedi feel to the march and the marchers, as if the California home team had grabbed the momentum in this conflict. Since Donald Trump ascended (descended?) to the presidency, in special elections voters have pivoted left, and voted blue. I bet most Alabamans didn’t know who Doug Jones was a year ago, and now our newest U.S. Senator is America’s canary in the industrial coal mine. Likewise, nobody expected such a radical shift in Virginia state politics, exemplified by this lede sentence in a November 8, 2017 Washington Post story: “Virginia’s most socially conservative state lawmaker was ousted from office Tuesday by Danica Roem, a Democrat who will be one of the nation’s first openly transgender elected officials and who embodies much of what Del. Robert G. Marshall fought against in Richmond.”

During the speeches in Sacramento, I saw some local public servants and Facebook friends up on stage, including Davis’s own uber-politician Don Saylor and future mayor (one can hope) and occasional Pub Quiz participant Lucas Frerichs. The MC was a boisterous Sacramento poet, and thus a member of one of my tribes, and the head of the Muslim girl scout troupe, who brought the best speakers of the morning, was one of my UC Davis faculty researcher colleagues. Despite all these welcome connections, the goodwill was not reserved only for rediscovered friends and other recognized affiliates. Even before the rousing speeches, the entire event had a Whole Earth Festival tone to it, with everyone sharing goodwill and bonhomie.

Kate and I realized that during the march and as we gathered to hear speakers, we were surrounded by kind and committed people who were preparing to act, to mobilize, and, for many of us, to run for office. As the Ukiah-based singer and activist Holly Near put it, “If you have the guts to keep making mistakes, your wisdom and intelligence leap forward with huge momentum.” The women who organized and lead the march convinced me that momentum is on their side, and that our country is due for a welcome turn back towards democracy. I look forward to marching alongside such patriotic advocates for equality and justice through every such turn.

 

Tonight’s Pub Quiz will feature questions on horses, as well as the following topics: final act exculpations, alien invasions, the Oregon Trail, redheads, best-sellers that you’ve actually read, monsoons, fourth speeds, states that start with T, Irish sights and sounds, self-service opportunities, the women who are doing it for themselves, wishes fulfilled, new inductees, racing imaginations on an evening that featured no naps, disqualified earth, favorite films, recognizable Frenchmen, linguistic diversity, protein from haggises, that which is wetted, marvelousness, great lakes, stubborn lions, mechanics, sugar kanes, elegy for a loser, that which can and cannot be copywrighted, furloughs and shutdowns, the search for direction, and Shakespeare. Some questions may warrant more than one hint, more than one answer.

Thanks for reading to the end, and I look forward to seeing you this evening for the Pub Quiz. Science!

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

  1. Newspaper Headlines.  In a closed-door immigration meeting last week President Trump revealed that he wants more people to move here from the happiest country in the world, at least according to the 2017 World Happiness Report. Name the country.
  2. Mental Calculations. My son Truman was doing some dividing with the calculator and came up with the number 14.285714285714286. What smallest possible whole number did he divide by what other smallest possible whole number?
  3. California Counties. The most populous county in Northern California was established in 1850. Name it.   

 

P.S. I will have copies of the book Pub Quizzes: Trivia for Smart People with me at tonight’s Pub Quiz. A friend of mine heard that a third mutual friend had ordered five copies, so he ordered six. That’s the sort of competition I can get behind.

 

P.P.S. In March I will be raising some money to fund research into childhood cancers. If you care about this cause, please be thinking about how much you would be willing to donate. More to come.

martin-luther-king

 

Dear Friends of the Pub Quiz,

As I prepare poems to read at today’s celebration of Martin Luther King at the Sacramento Convention Center, I wonder what tone I should strike. Should I read something with the grain, benignly celebratory of shared values, or against the grain, drawing our attention to the social justice challenges that we continue to face? It’s not difficult to find antagonists to confront, politically or poetically.

Probably the most famous of the political and cultural antagonists of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was George Wallace. After Wallace was elected governor of Alabama as a Democrat (ouch!), with no Republican standing up to oppose him, he insisted on being sworn in standing on a gold start that marked the spot where Jefferson Davis had been sworn in as the President of the Confederate States of America. Wallace’s first speech as Alabama’s Governor in 1963 contained his most famous line, and one of the most prominent public pronouncements of racism in the 20th century: “In the name of the greatest people that have ever trod this earth, I draw the line in the dust and toss the gauntlet before the feet of tyranny, and I say segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever.” Later that year he used similar rhetoric when he himself physically barred African-American students from enrolling in the University of Alabama.

Ironically, Wallace had been endorsed by the NAACP when he first ran (unsuccessfully) for Governor in 1958, for in that campaign he talked about improving roads and schools, but had lost to a candidate who inflamed racist tensions and divisions in Alabama, promising to keep African Americans from participating in the political process. Wallace himself adopted this strategy in subsequent elections. Like many villains of American politics, Wallace not only heightened divisions, but villainized those he opposed, primarily African Americans. Using the power of his bully pulpit and the media, Wallace convinced voters that such villains were to blame for their own tribulations in life. In his book The Politics of Rage: George Wallace, the Origins of the New Conservatism, and the Transformation of American Politics, historian Dan T. Carter points out that Wallace’s supporters saw the civil rights movement as an indication of the “erosion of the cultural values that underlay the social system.” When he ran for President in 1968, Wallace won a slate of southern states, including Alabama, Arkansas, Georgia, Louisiana, and Mississippi. To this day, Wallace is the most recent third-party candidate to have earned pledged electoral college votes from any state.

I would like to say that our politics have changed significantly since George Wallace was earning votes. Certainly, today’s Democratic party would differ with Wallace on almost every issue, and the name of George Wallace the politician is not as well known today, with schoolchildren in many states learning about the racist former governor of Alabama only from Dr. King’s most famous speech, in which the segregationist is not even mentioned by name:

“I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today!”

But in many ways, there is much more work to be done. We still have lessons to learn from the man whose life we celebrate today. Reverend King’s words still resonate with us today because of their uplift, their hopeful message about Americans being defined by our shared ideals, rather by our divisions. Even in King’s lifetime, the Civil Rights Act of 1964 prohibited “recipients of Federal financial assistance” (including sheriffs and the police) from engaging in acts of “discrimination on the basis of race, color, or national origin.” Other protected categories have been added since then, thus writing into law the application of American egalitarian and democratic ideals. With King and other leaders as our examples, I look forward to seeing how we might continue to strive towards those ideals, in 2018 and beyond. Happy Martin Luther King Day!

 

Tonight’s Quiz will feature questions about some of the topics raised above. Even the Shakespeare question will have a MLK theme to it. Expect also questions about cities with revealed similarities, Special K, Johnny Depp, Capricorn and other astrological signs, median heights, tart fruits, 24 pins, collective joy, Machiavelli, Liam Neeson, Las Vegas, Nobels, answering calls, botany, Kirk Douglas, big grosses, birthday presents, Germany, small coins, people named Tobin, famous novels, cities named after counties, favorite vegetables, Gary Oldman, American sitcoms, anticipating feathers, authoritarians, continental electricity, baseball teams, songs about singing, northern California, fun with calculators, and, as has already been mentioned, Shakespeare.

This coming Thursday night is Poetry Night in Davis. Trinidadian poet and storyteller Angela Davis and reformed lawyer Laura Rosenthal will be the featured performers at the Natsoulas Gallery at 8. You should join us!

Thanks to everyone who came to my book release party Friday at the Avid Reader. I will have copies of the book Pub Quizzes: Trivia for Smart People with me at tonight’s Pub Quiz. See you tonight!

 

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Here are three questions from last week’s quiz:

 

  1. Mottos and Slogans. Found in Riverside County, Indio, CA uses the slogan “City of Festivals” because of cultural events held in the city every year. What is the most notable such festival?  

 

  1. Newspaper Headlines: New Laws for 2018. On January 1 of this year, which of the following became the last state in the nation where drivers are not allowed to pump their own gasoline around the clock? Is it New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, or New York? It’s true that people in Oregon now have to pump their own gas.

 

  1. Four for Four.  Which two of the following novels were written by Charlotte Brontë? Agnes Grey, Jane Eyre, Vilette, Wuthering Heights.