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General Reader
Non-professional reader, general reader: two terms I came across recently in books that I read that described the book’s audience.
I think they are talking about me.
I found the “non-professional reader” term in the acknowledgements for The Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan, about the three decades of war between Athens and Sparta (with a cameo appearance by the Persian Empire), 431-404 BC.
The “general reader” term came from Your Brain on Cubs, Inside the Heads of Players and Fans, a compilation of scientific essays edited by Dan Gordon of the Dana Foundation. From the front inside book jacket: “The contributors to Your Brain on Cubs introduce us to the role of the brain, not just in these emotions, but in many aspects of watching and playing sports.” “Emotions” referring to “a come-from-behind win and the equally powerful crush of a disappointing loss.”
After thinking about it, I came up with my own definition of “non-professional reader” and “general reader”: A reader who is not a specialist in the field of a book’s subject.
Okay, now I know they are talking about me. I’m not a historian or a scientist, but I seek out books in those (and other) fields.
What was most fascinating to me about the Peloponnesian war is that the leaders of Athens and Sparta, Pericles and King Archidamus II, respectively, did not want to engage in war, yet it happened anyway. After three decades of war [spoiler alert], Athens surrenders. Sparta’s reigning regime is relatively short-lived, however, as a few years after that, Philip II of Macedon comes along and conquers both of them (and a whole lot more) and his son, Alexander the Great continues the empire’s expansion. So much for the Greek independent states.
And while it took about 30 years for Sparta to conquer Athens, the Chicago Cubs haven’t won a World Series title since 1908. I had great hopes for them in the 2008 season (the Cubs, not Athens or Sparta), thinking they could win on their 100-year anniversary. Didn’t happen, but I haven’t given up.
The first essay in Your Brain on Cubs is The Depths of Loyalty, Exploring the Brain of the Die-hard Fan by Jordan Grafman, Ph.D. I’ve never met Dr. Grafman, yet there I am in his essay. Another essay, Baseball and Handedness by Kenneth M. Heilman talks about left-handedness, right-handedness, along with left-eye and right-eye dominance. What does it all mean? Turns out, it means a lot in how and when a batter sees the pitched ball and its trajectory towards home plate.
Fascinating, just fascinating. So to all the historians, scientists, and other specialists out there: Keep writing for me! I’m reading as fast as I can and I’ll get to your specialty soon!
Now that I think about it some more, I just love being a non-professional, general reader. My next book in the general reader category: The Forest Unseen, A Year’s Watch in Nature by David George Haskell. Looking forward to it!
Chocolate Soup
I love Sample Days. Little bits of chips and locally-made salsa, strawberry shortcake, herbal tea, breads, muffins and other such goodies available in little white paper cups, ready to sip and nibble on in a drive-by fashion. A quick “Thanks!” and “Um, so yummy!” and I’m on to the next sample station, in the guise of grocery shopping. Usually I manage to keep myself honest and visit any given station only once. It has happened, however, that I return to a station for an encore. Very yummy. (Ahem.)
I’ve found myself circling a store more than once to return to the Vitamix sample and demonstration station. Oh, boy, this is fun! Not only do I get to taste the goodies, but I get to see them created right before my eyes. It’s magic in the making in literally a few minutes. Soups. Sauces. Ice cream. Yes, ice cream. Even a vegetarian version of ice cream. And if I leave out the dry milk, I can have a vegan version of ice cream.
The Vitamix sample that day? Chocolate ice cream. So creamy, so yummy, so chocolate-y. I wanted to make some. (I already have a Vitamix blender, having been ensnared by its tractor beam on Sample Day a few years back.) I asked the demonstrator if the ice cream was from the recipe in the Vitamix cookbook. “Almost,” he said, “I’ve made just a few changes of my own. My recipe is posted here on the side. Feel free to take a photo.”
And take a photo of the recipe I did! I circled around the store yet one more time, looking at the camera display and gathering up the ingredients for my vegan Vitamix ice cream. I get home, put away the groceries and then set up my Vitamix.
I had made one of the Vitamix ice cream recipes before and was amazed at how almost-frozen it was after just a few minutes. It was thick and creamy and yummy. I must have done something wrong with this chocolate vegan ice cream recipe because it wasn’t almost-frozen and it wasn’t so creamy. I put in more ice cubes and gave it another whirl. That made it colder, but still not what I was expecting. Now it was like a pudding. There’s only so much you can do to fiddle with a recipe like this when trying to get it to turn out . I decided my best bet was to take what I had and hope for better luck next time.
So I pour the chocolate almost ice cream out of the blender and taste it. Pretty good, but not as good as what the demonstrator made in the store. (Which is, by the way, normal for me. My versions are usually noticeably different.) I dole some out in a bowl and have it for dessert, my very own sort of chocolate pudding ice cream. There was quite a bit left over, as the recipe sure made a lot. It was probably the full recipe for the store samples. I put it in the freezer.
After I get home from work the next day, I decided I wanted more chocolate pudding ice cream. I take it out of the freezer. It is as hard as a rock. What was I expecting? I was expecting it to be ice cream, only it’s not ice cream and it never was ice cream and now I’m realizing it will not behave like ice cream. Thunk, thunk was the sound my spoon made when I tapped the not-ice cream.
I thaw it out, turning it into a watery substance because what little texture it previously had came from the ice cubes which then froze hard in the freezer and are now melted. This chocolate concoction has gone from almost ice cream to pudding to soup. And there’s so much of it, I’m hardly making a dent in the quantity with what little I’ve eaten with two meals.
I put the remainder in the refrigerator. The following day I discover the ingredients have separated and it’s not even chocolate soup anymore. I decided it was time to set it free, as in dump it out. I’ll hope for better luck next time.
Memory Foam
Hubby went to a big box store to buy dog food. Hubby came home with dog food and new pillows, memory foam pillows. They must have jumped off the shelf right into his cart and he was wheeling by. “They were on sale,” he said. Oh, that explains it. I’m glad he didn’t notice the reduced price for the trampoline. We would have a terrible time keeping the dogs off of that!
Memory foam pillows. The insert says “So now you can rest easy, and enjoy the sleep of your dreams!”
What I’m wondering about is the “memory” part. Will my new pillow make my memory better, increase its capacity? I’m looking at the pillow like the clichéd half-filled glass and thinking, “Sure. Why not?”
This memory foam pillow may be the breakthrough all students throughout history have been waiting for: the ability to put a book under one’s pillow and absorb its contents while asleep. I’m liking this idea more and more.
Here’s the first book I’m going to put under my magic memory foam pillow (already in its pillowcase): The Second World War, Volume 1, The Gathering Storm by Sir Winston Churchill.
Yessiree, come the morning, I’m going to be one smart cookie. That’s my plan.
Hope there’s not a pop quiz first thing tomorrow. I want to keep my delusions a bit longer than that.
Books, in all their variety, offer the human intellect the means whereby civilisation may be carried forward triumphantly. ~ Sir Winston Churchill, 1937, in a statement for the National Book Fair.







