“I was told by the general manager that a white player had received a higher raise than me. Because white people required more money to live than black people. That’s why I wasn’t going to get a raise.” — Curt Flood
HERE COMES THE SUN
The second-best bookstore in town is Janis Starcs’ Caveat Emptor.
Trust me, this is no backhanded compliment. Naturally, I’m going to vote for the Book Corner as the best in town. So, my choice for number two in Bloomington is really high praise.
You’ll find stuff in Caveat that you won’t find anywhere else in Indiana, I dare say. For instance, if you’re looking for any of the works by seminal community organizer Saul Alinsky, it’s a good bet they’re on Janis’s shelves.
Starcs In His Milieu
That said, Signor Starcs may be one of the most curmudgeonly humans in South Central Indiana. And that’s no insult, either.
He possesses a virtually encyclopedic knowledge of books and he stays out of his customers’ way. Just be prepared when you ask for help: the answer will be authoritative and direct — but it will be terse.
You ever hear the old line about the loquacious man who, whenever somebody asks him the time, he tells them how a watch is made?
Janis Starcs is not that guy. He is, in fact, the precise opposite.
If you ask him what time it is, he’ll likely point at the sun, the unspoken instruction being, Figure it out.
It’s part of his odd charm.
Anyway, this (Saturday) morning, the WFIU booth announcer was talking about the day’s sponsors. And at one point, he said, “In appreciation of a contribution to this station we present today’s programming in honor of the birthday of Janis Starcs.”
Janis Starcs? I can’t imagine him calling up the radio station and saying, “I’d like to donate a hundred dollars in honor of my birthday. Now make sure to mention my name, okay?”
Even more astounding would be that someone else would kick a c-note over to the local NPR station in Starcs’ honor.
But wait. It gets more bizarre.
The announcement was followed immediately by the bumper song, “Here Comes the Sun.”
This is a funny town.
If you stop in at Caveat Emptor Monday, wish Janis a belated happy birthday. Then ask him what time it is.
“GOD GAVE THE BILL OF RIGHTS”
Sweet lord above, have you seen that song about Rick Santorum that’s going viral-ish on Facebook and You Tube?
A couple of flamboyant virgins from Oklahoma sing about god’s candidate. They’re called First Love, which is sort of a creepy name considering they’re Christian singers and have penned a heartthrob lilt dedicated to this holy land’s most prominent closeted man.
Apparently, First Love wrote and recorded the song Sunday night and Monday morning. Then, their aiders and abettors made the video Monday afternoon. By Tuesday the thing was all the rage.
I’m posting the vid here because I’m a vengeful man. A few FB friends posted it and, unfortunately, I listened to it. It’s been a goddamned earworm ever since.
If I have to suffer through it, so do you.
Misery loves company, babies.
Oh, there is hope for our nation again,
Maybe for the first time since we had Ronald Reagan.
Here’s a confession: I’m not normally a violent man but the minute I laid eyes on these two smug little shits I want to punch them repeatedly. Sorry.
Do I have to justify the above statement? Okay. They’re the whitest people I’ve ever seen. And that’s no compliment. They radiate a privileged aura that says, Hey, everything’s just ducky from my vantage point, so why are all you poor people complaining?
TAKE IT AWAY, PORKY