Rare, Collectible, & Otherwise

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The Prez, presently.

It ranks among the most audacious statements ever, regarding a State of the Union address – delivered last night to an integrated legislative body in Washington. President Obama – about an hour into the message – drew upon those time-honored words that vigorously invoke a blessing on the United States of America.

Oh, that part wasn’t surprising. The outlandish moment came seconds later during the final applause.

“The president has just concluded his State of the Union address,” the radio announcer stated, with bold seriousness. She then set about explaining to me – along with my puddin’-headed counterparts around the country – what it was we had just heard.

President Obama

President Obama's State of the Union Address 2011

As a number of people have complained to me about this media practice over the years, I know I’m not the only one who feels competent enough to translate the president’s English into – English. I mean, really – the words have just been spoken, and it isn’t as if the commentator is offering insight. It is only a repetition of what was said.

It may well be that the recap is on behalf of those who ventured from the recliner or couch during the course of the speech, sort of a “here are the things you missed while hitting the fridge.”

Maybe that’s not so bad. Still…

I draw the line, though, at having to be told while the movie credits are rolling up the screen and the audience is applauding, that the film is over. “The president has just finished speaking,” she said, not knowing whether the audience would realize that fact.

“This just in,” says the announcer. “The show has ended. Pick up your popcorn boxes, please, while I explain what it was you just saw.”

Where was she the first time I saw 2001: A Space Odyssey?

A Word about using Protection…

And the word is PLEASE! as in, please work!. Sounds desperate, no? We’re talking Spam here, the capital-letter, vermin-style-invasive attacks that have finally worn me down.

It has become an everyday deal, spending time deleting blog comments posted by autobots, the spam-spewing software robots that have nothing better to do. The producers of this digital waste hope to increase the visibility of their own websites by dropping their deposits – like a wandering rodent – all over the internet.

Well… I’ve donned my Kevlar vest and my protective gloves. I’ve set the digital trap and today the test is on, trying to determine whether I can catch and dispose of the 30-50 bot-comments per day that I have been manually deleting.

There has to be a better use of time!

Protection. Strap some on!

Grit. Truly.

Since I sell books, I can’t really collect them (although I have amassed a fair-sized horde). That is to say, most my books have a price tag on them. I decided some time ago that I could allow myself to keep five books that would constitute my private collection, not for sale.

Then, I was showing one off, and the lady asked my price for it, then agreed to pay it. The book was well worth the money, but I wish I had kept it, since its replacement isn’t near as nice a copy.

True Grit

First Edition cover True Grit

My five favorite list had a bump-out last week, and the replacement came in this morning. After finishing True Grit by Charles Portis, I decided it needed to be in my five favorite books of all time. The First Edition copy has a nice dustjacket with its original price – a nice, solid copy. (I had two Charles Dickens tales in my 5 favorites, but I haven’t decided which one drops out of the top five…)

I don’t read westerns, as a rule, although I enjoy historical fiction. I don’t watch western movies either, in general, although I have greatly enjoyed several. I never saw John Wayne’s version of True Grit, so my reading of the story was a completely new experience, prompted by the release of the Coen Brothers’ film version of the book. I haven’t seen it either, but a number of folks came straight from the theater to the book store, wanting to read a copy. I ordered it in, and decided to take it up myself.

Charles Portis attended school and worked in NW Arkansas, and his experiences there no doubt contributed to his extensive vocabulary of regional dialectic idioms that make his quest tale so compelling. The story of the good guys chasing the bad guys has been told since the first human campfire – but rarely in the satisfying style of True Grit.

I could not put the book down. Half of it was devoured in a single setting, and it was finished off two days later. Even the results of my tendancy to compile critique items seemed petty. It is the most satisfying read I’ve had since – since I don’t know when.

It is particularly satisfying to know that a book written fairly recently (1968 is recent when compared to the stories published since Gutenberg first worked the kinks out of his printing press…) – can claim a place amongst so many classics, even if it is in my own humble estimation.

Please don’t ask a price on it just yet… I’d love to own this First Edition for a short while, anyway – at least until the taste of having devoured it so quickly diminishes just a little.

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