Sunday, August 23, 2026

Lifes Rich Pageant

My favorite R.E.M. album, Lifes Rich Pageant(1), was released 40 years ago this summer, though my favorite song remains Driver 8 from their prior album, Fables of the Reconstruction.  The band hailed from the same place as the B-52s, Athens, Georgia.  Over its long recording career, R.E.M. had two distinct styles; songs on which you could not understand Michael Stipe's lyrics and those on which you could (Losing My Religion and Everybody Hurts are good examples of the latter).  THC much preferred the former earlier style.  R.E.M. were at their best when they featured jangling guitars,  strong melodies, and Stipe's mumbling vocals buried into the mix. I find a lot of later REM either dreary or just too much.

Burying the vocals in the mix dominated the early R.E.M. records in the 1980s.  It didn't mean that the listener couldn't make out any words in the murk.  Indeed, words and even phrases could be interpreted but there were always passages when you simply could not make out what they were saying.  And, back then, there was no internet to quickly search out the lyrics.  It also ensured that you often had no idea what the song was about, which in some cases may have been for the better.  Lifes Rich Pageant is a transitional record in which Stipe's vocals occasionally emerge above the mix.

Here's one of the best cuts from the album, These Days, and you should also listen to Fall On Me, Cuyahoga, Hyena, and Swan Swan H

 

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(1)  Yes, I know it should be Life's but that how it appears on the cover of the album. 

High Performance Driver Education

Came across this 2022 article from Car and Driver, "Why Attending A High Performance Driving School Is Worth It", in which their editors attended driving schools with BMW, Lexus, and Porsche and giving all the experiences a thumbs up.

It reminded me of my own experience with High Performance Driver Education (HPDE) in 2005, when my good friend and I took our Nissan 350Z's to Lime Rock Park in Lakeville, CT.  Lime Rock is a 1.5 mile long track which hosts competitive racing as well as education and training for drivers.  The track is not an oval, rather a curving, up and down cross-country path, with a 1/4 mile straight away at the end of each lap.  Except during the straight away most of the track is only two cars wide.  The Paul Newman straight is named after the actor, a Connecticut residence, who frequently raced on the track.

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From what I can tell from the current Lime Rock website, our version of HPDE was a little looser than what is on offer now.  My friend and I had been talking about going there for a while so our wives got together and purchased seats, giving them to us for our birthdays, which were two weeks apart.  They also informed us that they had increased the amounts on our life insurance policies.

I can't remember which outfit ran the HPDE but they warned us before the training day not to count on any insurance coverage if our vehicles were damaged.  We assumed all the risk.

It was a cold, early November morning when I set out, driving my black, 2003 Z the hour to get to Lime Rock.  We started out with about an hour of classroom instruction, learning about driving the Apex and other techniques.  The instructors emphasized that our cars were capable of much more than we realized or had the opportunity to explore in our usual driving mode.  There were about 15 of us in the class, driving a variety of cars.

(2003 Nissan 350Z)

2003 Nissan 350Z | GR Auto Gallery 

During the course of the day we had four driving sessions, the first 2 being twenty minutes and the last 2, twenty five.  In between each we had about an hour for more instruction or recovering from the experience.

All the cars started together.  We had an experienced driver with each of us.  We wore helmets that had speakers and mics so we could get active directions from our instructors.  My instructor was a retired bank executive who drove a Corvette with a 729hp engine when he raced.

I was instructed not to look at the dashboard, except to be aware that when my tachometer hit red I should shift.  Your entire focus was looking at what was in front of you through the windshield.  This was an experience where you can do absolutely nothing but concentrate on your single task.  You do not let your mind wander. 

Because it was cold that morning, when we started tires were pretty hard and had limited traction until we were underway for a little bit.  We started at the bottom left of the track map heading through the Big Bend.  As we got to the second turn (Lefthander) the car in front of me failed to negotiate the turn and went off the track (it was not damaged).  This was to happen a couple of other times that day. 

I was nervous during that first session.  There were cars all around me, but my instructor was quite good, calmly coaching me to slowly add pressure to the gas pedal, head towards a point at the side of a straight stretch, then tap the brake and turn the steering wheel 90 degrees to negotiate the turn.

By my third time out I was driving much faster, feeling okay going 90+ only a few feet off another car's bumper, and being sharp on my turns. Between my third and fourth sessions, my instructor asked if I would like to go out with him driving on the track.  He borrowed a Corvette from a friend (who quietly told me my instructor's car had a blown engine that cost 30K to replace).  We strapped in and took off.  Other, more experienced, drivers were on the track at the same time. 

It was like being in a rocket ship.  A few minutes in we were coming up to the West Bend, my instructor made the sharp turn to the right at the point where the track began to slope downhill so sharply that we could not see further until hitting the crest.  But right on the crest was another car which had spun three quarters around, squarely across both lanes, and not moving.  I saw the driver staring at us with his mouth and eyes wide open while at the same time I heard in my speaker my driver go "oh, shit".  The instructor managed to react quickly enough to miss the other car by inches; I still can't believe he do so. As we sped downhill we saw a Porsche that went out of control after passing the stranded car, had spun around and crashed into a fence.  Immediately, loud horns were going off and the track closed down, while the Porsche and the stranded car were towed off.  Thankfully, no one was hurt.

It was during my third session I had my best driving moment.  The most difficult section of the track for me was at the end of the long straight away (the Sam Posey Straight), where there was a sharp turn, requiring a double shift while you were among other cars on the curve. I was often missing up the turn and coordinating changing gears with using my brake pedal.  The end of Sam Posey was where you were driving the fastest on the course.  While, at the time, I never looked at my speedometer, I was later able to calculate that I hit 130-135 mph just before the curve.  Towards the end of the third session however, I was not only able to smoothly negotiate the curve, but passed another car on the inside while in the curve.  It felt exhilarating.

Towards the end of the final session, I could feel myself tiring and my concentration fading which led to making a couple of sloppy turns so I brought my car in a couple of minutes before the session ended. 

I was physically and mentally drained at the end of the day, a drove home very slowly. My car had a layer of tire particles over it.  Running my fingers over the hood you could feel and see it. My friend had to replace all his tires after the session.

It was a wonderful day.  I came away a much better driver and it made even my commute to work on the Merritt Parkway more fun.  It was also one of those rare experiences when you are totally concentrated on one thing, which I enjoyed.

I also came away with a much greater appreciation for professional race car drivers.  I'd been on the track for a total of 90 minutes during the day and came away completely exhausted.  I was not a follower of competitive race car driving and had no comprehension of the amount of physical and mental concentration needed to be maintained by race drivers for hours on end.  They are true athletes. Hats off to them.

Saturday, August 15, 2026

Streaks

In Game, I pondered the recent success of the Red Sox.  I need not have been concerned as they've now lost six of their last seven games.  Observing the Sox who won 32 of 37 but who've taken 85 games to win another 33, I naturally thought of the 1916 New York Giants and took a look at the details of their season of extremes. The '16 Giants started off losing 13 of 15, then embarked on a long road trip winning their next 17.  Following a long period of post-streak mediocrity, the Giants then won a major league record 26 in a row, all on a home stand, before losing 4 of their last five.  They went 43-0 during the two streaks and 43-66 the rest of the season.  The Giants finished in 4th place with an 86-66 record.

Operation Pedestal

On this date in 1942, the SS Ohio, an American built oil tanker requisitioned by the British Navy the month before, and loaded with 13,000 tons of aviation fuel, reached the Grand Harbor at Malta.  The rudderless tanker, a gaping hole in its stern and its decks awash, had to be towed in.  The Ohio was one of 5 ships of the original convoy of fourteen that had survived repeated German attacks to reach the island.  The fuel carried by the ship would save Malta.

The story of WW2 is dominated by great battles and campaigns, but lesser known events proved just as critical.  The arrival of the Ohio is one of those.

The Mediterranean island of Malta was the object of one of the two great sieges of the war, lasting from June 1940 to November 1942, the other being Leningrad which lasted from September 1941 to January 1944 (1).

Malta had been a British possession since 1800, its position between Italy to the north and North Africa to the south, and midway between Gibraltar to the west and Alexandria and the Suez Canal to the east, making it of immense strategic importance and a major base for the British Navy.

The events of June 1940 were to make its importance even more critical.  With the surrender of France, that country's possessions in Tunisia, Algeria, and Morocco were now under the control of Vichy, the French government collaborating with the Nazis and hostile to Britain.  That same month Mussolini declared war on Britain and France, making Libya, Italy's North African colony, a threat to Egypt and the Suez.  That same month, Italy began undertaking aerial bombing of Malta, which proved ineffective.

Over the next two years, Axis efforts against the island waxed and waned, going through various levels of effectiveness.  For the British it was critical to maintaining the supply lines to its forces in the Middle East where the 8th Army was fighting the Italians, and beginning in early 1941, the Germans under Rommel, as well as interfering with German and Italian efforts to supply their forces in North Africa.  For the Germans and Italians, neutralizing Malta would enable support for Rommel and cripple British defenses in the Middle East.

At times, the Luftwaffe deployed a large part of its fighter and bomber fleet against the island, but the failure of Germany to ever launch an invasion of the isolated island was a major strategic failure on its part.

Malta had multiple vulnerabilities. It required constant supply of food for its population,  In addition, the British garrison, particularly the air force and navy required large amounts of fuel oil.  This necessitated the need for supply convoys to undertake the dangerous passage through the Med.  In early 1942, the Germans and Italians began their fiercest campaign to cut off the island and by mid-summer Malta was in desperate conditions, the food supply nearly gone and the aviation fuel essential to its defense almost gone.  An effort to send two supply convoys in June was a costly failure and by the beginning of August, rationing on Malta reached a critical point; adult male workers got 1,690 calories a day, while women and children received 1,500 calories daily.

As a last chance gamble to keep Malta going, the British launched Operation Pedestal on August 3, 1942.  The convoy, consisting of fourteen merchant ships of which the Ohio was the most important, left Britain on that date.  On the night of August 9/10, the convoy passed Gibraltar and it was at that point that the German and Italian navies and air forces pounced.  To protect the convoy the British deployed at various times, four aircraft carriers, two battleships, seven cruisers, thirty two destroyers, four minesweepers, and eleven submarines.  The Axis deployed six cruisers, twelve destroyers, twenty one submarines, and nearly 600 fighters and bombers.

Axis attacks began on August 11, with the sinking of the carrier Eagle.  The following day the cargo vessel Deucalion was badly damaged and forced to leave the convoy, and another carrier and a destroyer also badly damaged.  That night the cruisers Nigeria and Cairo were sunk and the Ohio suffered a hit, blowing a 23x26 foot hole in the hull, blowing the steering gear apart, and starting a fire which its crew was able to extinguish. The deck was blown open so one could look down into the ship. Later in the night of August 12/13 several of the cargo ships were sunk or damaged.  

(First hit on the Ohio)

 

On the morning of the 14th, the cargo ship Waimarama, carrying ammunition and high octane fuel, was hit and disintegrated but on the 13th and 14th four cargo ships reached Malta.  Right after the Waimarama exploded a damaged German plane crashed into the deck of the Ohio, causing more damage. Bombs hit the boiler room and the stern.  The crew abandoned ship but Captain Dudley Mason, looking at his burning ship, decided to return with a volunteer crew and got the ship underway again.

(Dudley Mason)

 

The destroyers Penn and Braham lashed themselves to the sides of the Ohio, running cables under the ship to hold it together as they towed it toward Malta.  Later that day, Ohio was hit by another bomb which broke its keel.  Captain Mason once again ordered the ship abandoned and then, once again, decided to reboard and restart. The following afternoon, the Ohio finally made it to Malta, still towed by the destroyers lashed to its sides, with a minesweeper acting as a stabiliser at its stern, even as it was attacked by twenty bombers that hit the ship several more times, destroying its rudder.  We'll let Wikipedia describe its entrance into the harbor:

Ohio was towed into Grand Harbour at 09:30 on 15 August, to cheering crowds and a band playing Rule Britannia. The crowd fell silent as the ships entered harbour, men removed their hats, women crossed themselves and a bugle sounded Still.  The tanker discharged oil into two tankers and water was pumped in at the same time, to reduce the chance of structural failure. Ohio settled on the bottom just as the last of the fuel was emptied.

(Ohio entering Malta Harbor)

 

(Another view of Ohio entering the harbor.  You can see how low it is in the water.)

 

Captain Mason stood at salute as the welcoming band played. Mason and his chief engineer were both badly burned and flown back to Britain for treatment. For his actions, Mason, a member of the British Merchant Navy, was awarded the George Cross, the highest British award for non-operational gallantry or gallantry not in the presence of an enemy and is considered the equivalent of the Victoria Cross, the highest military valour award.  In addition, the crew of the Ohio received a Distinguished Service Order, five Distinguished Service Crosses, and seven Distinguished Service Medals.  This is the text of Mason's award, after which he was granted a private audience with King George.

The KING has been graciously pleased to award the GEORGE CROSS to Captain Dudley William Mason, Master, SS Ohio. During the passage to Malta of an important convoy Captain Mason's ship suffered most violent onslaught. She was a focus of attack throughout and was torpedoed early one night. Although gravely damaged, her engines were kept going and the Master made a magnificent passage by hand-steering and without a compass. The ship's gunners helped to bring down one of the attacking aircraft. The vessel was hit again before morning, but though she did not sink, her engine room was wrecked. She was then towed. The unwieldy condition of the vessel and persistent enemy attacks made progress slow, and it was uncertain whether she would remain afloat. All next day progress somehow continued and the ship reached Malta after a further night at sea. The violence of the enemy could not deter the Master from his purpose. Throughout he showed skill and courage of the highest order and it was due to his determination that, in spite of the most persistent enemy opposition, the vessel, with her valuable cargo, eventually reached Malta and was safely berthed. (The award is dated 4th September, 1942.) 

Along with the nine cargo ships, Britain lost one carrier and another damaged, two cruisers and one destroyer sunk and two cruisers damaged, along with 500 dead, but Malta was saved. In November the Allies landed in North Africa and the tide of the war in Europe changed.

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(1) Leningrad was, by far, a more deadly siege with more than a third of the city's prewar population of more than 3 million perishing, most by starvation. 

Monday, August 10, 2026

Do The Strand

There's a new sensation
A fabulous creation
A danceable solution
To teenage revolution
Do The Strand 

We've had very little Roxy Music at THC.  Let's remedy that deficiency.  This is Do The Strand from the band's second album, For Your Pleasure, released in 1973.  With delightfully lunatic lyrics.

Arabs at oasisEskimos and Chinese
If you feel blueLook through who's whoSee like guruAnd NijinskyDo the strandsky!
 
Weary of the waltzAnd mashed potato schmaltz
RhododendronIs a nice flowerEvergreenIt lasts foreverBut it can't beat strand power
 
The Sphinx and Mona LisaLolita and GuernicaDid the strand
 

Saturday, August 8, 2026

C'etait un Rendez-vous

We are approaching the 50th anniversary of French director Claude Lalouch's insane, law-breaking, early morning drive through Paris, which became his short film, the title of which in English is "It was a date",  a punchline you'll understand if you watch to the end of the film, which is less than nine minutes.  Lalouch's exploit inspired generations of racing aficionados.

Lalouch is driving his Mercedes-Benz 450SEL 6.9 but the sound track is overdubbed using a Ferrari and isn't always synced to the action. In order to accomplish the drive the director attempted it during August, when Paris is most deserted, particularly back in the 70s, at 5:30 in the morning, and on a Sunday.  It's August 15, 1976.

The drive is entirely on the Right Bank of Paris, starting at Port Dauphine, adjacent to the Bois de Boulogne, ending at Sacre-Coeur in Montmarte.  Along the way we see the Arc de Triumphe, Place de la Concorde, the Louvre, and encounter the cobbled streets of Montmarte.  Lalouch speeds the entire way and ignores red lights.

The first 3:15 are relatively calm.  Though Lalouch is driving fast, the roads are mostly wide and straight.  Then he makes a left turn into the Louvre, driving through a narrow tunnel ending in a blind-cross street and things get a lot more tense.  He is nearly hit by a car, he narrowly misses pedestrians, at one point to avoid a collision he drives into oncoming traffic having to swerve to miss a bus, and runs into a flock of pigeons, all as the streets get narrower, with more frequent intersections.

You couldn't do this today.  August is busier in Paris, the streets get crowded much earlier, and traffic monitoring by the police is much better.  Too bad. 

Here is the film, followed by a documentary explaining how it was done.