Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
Ah, the internet in the 90's. I remember when you had a separate phone line for the internet, when AOL ruled the web, and when, if you were able to get a connection in under 10 minutes during peak hours, you considered yourself very fortunate.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Friday, August 26, 2016
Thursday, August 25, 2016
(I)t is perhaps worth pausing for a moment to remember just some of the things that happened that summer: Babe Ruth hit sixty home runs. The Federal Reserve made the mistake that precipitated the stock market crash. Al Capone enjoyed his last summer of eminence. The Jazz Singer was filmed. Television was created. Radio came of age. Sacco and Vanzetti were executed. President Coolidge chose not to run. Work began on Mount Rushmore. The Mississippi flooded as it never had before. A madman in Michigan blew up a school and killed forty-four people in the worst slaughter of children in American history. Henry Ford stopped making the Model T and promised to stop insulting Jews. And a kid from Minnesota flew across an ocean and captivated the planet in a way it had never been captivated before.
Whatever else it was, it was one hell of a summer.
(from One Summer – America, 1927 by Bill Bryson)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Monday, August 22, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
An old story is told of ancient Lord Rekson, lord of the Agami regions, about how, when a runner brought him the news of the defeat of the Three Armies at Presteen, he insisted that his wizard discover the implications of the defeat by reading the runner’s entrails. One of the inferences I’ve always taken from that story is that bringing bad news to a member of our beloved ruling class is not an entirely safe proposition; even during times of stomach distress, I’ve always felt that my entrails are entirely happy where and how they are, not lying on the ground and getting all dirty.
(from Hour of the Octopus by Joel Rosenberg)
5*/10. The complete review is here.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Thursday, August 18, 2016
For the record, I worked as a bagger in a grocery store one summer, in between college years. Proper Grocery Bagging *is* a lost art.
Further details. This was in Lake Havasu City, in 110-115°F weather and monsoon humidity, and we had to carry the bags of groceries to the customers' cars. Brutal. Simply brutal.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
In August, of course. When it's 108°F outside and with monsoonal humidity. Fortunately, our neighbors have their own A/C repair business, and fortunately they were able to come right over. It turns out it was a capacitor on the fritz.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Monday, August 15, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
Monday, August 08, 2016
Sunday, August 07, 2016
And here I was in France. France seemed so slow to change. How I loved it. The Provence I knew was sunny and beautiful, yes, but its darker side appealed to something dark in me. It was a place soaked in blood, layered with history, mysterious with sorcery and the unexplained. The countryside fragrant with lavender in summer once smelled of death, gunpowder, and fear.
(from A Provençal Mystery by Ann Elwood)
7*/10. The complete review is here.
Saturday, August 06, 2016
Friday, August 05, 2016
Yes, there really is a town named Intercourse, Pennsylvania. I grew up about 30 miles from it, and there are several stories about how it got its name. It is in the middle of Amish country, hence the horse-&-buggy in the pic.
Thursday, August 04, 2016
Tuesday, August 02, 2016
Monday, August 01, 2016
“We are a famously stealin’ folk. Aren’t we lads? Whut’s it we’re famous for?”
“Stealin’!” shouted the blue men.
“And what else, lads?”
“And what else?”
“And what else?”
There was a certain amount of thought about this, but they all reached the same conclusion.
“Drinkin’ and fightin’!”
(from The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett)
8*/10. The complete review is here.