Saturday, September 30, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
I used to think I was mad to want to be a saint, but now what have I got to fear? People’s opinions? Loss of a teaching job? I am living outside this context. I make my own sanctity. How else? Suffering and humility are forced upon my otherwise wild ego by lugging baggage in Greyhound.
I started out as a fair-haired boy in academic Columbia.
(from The Essential Ginsberg by Allen Ginsberg)
6*/10. The complete review is here.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Yep, folks, there was a nutcase fundamentalist preacher who decided he had figured out when the world was going to end, and it was ...well... today. Years ago, I knew some weirdos in the Pentecostal movement who foretold the same thing Needless to say, their predictions didn't hold true either.
If they threw these publicity-seeking morons out of their respective churches (they are, after all, by their own scriptures, false prophets), it might cut back on this silliness.
Then again, given the tendency of every zealous and ambitious fundamentalist upstart to go out and start his/her own church, maybe not.
Friday, September 22, 2017
“It’s supposed to represent the Egg of Columbus.”
“Which is what?” Monk asked.
“According to a story, Columbus once claimed he could balance an egg on its tip and challenged his critics to do the same. When they tried and failed, he took the egg and cracked its end atop a table, thus flattening its bottom. This, of course, allowed the egg to sit upright.”
“In other words, he cheated,” Monk said.
Kat scowled at him. “The story is intended to be a lesson on creativity, about thinking outside the box to find a solution to a seemingly impossible problem.”
(from The Seventh Plague by James Rollins)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Saturday, September 16, 2017
The halogens, of which the element fluorine is the first and most reactive example, have quietly insinuated themselves into our lives. Like a night nurse, they go about their business dosing us up without our agreement, muttering as they go, “it’s for your own good”. Water is chlorinated and fluoridated, bromides are prescribed, table salt is iodized.
(from Periodic Tales – A Cultural History of the Elements, from Arsenic to Zinc by Hugh Aldersey-Williams)
9½*/10. The complete review is here.
Friday, September 15, 2017
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
“Hold hard, please,” said Professor Coffin. “I am of a royal household – I have no need for such trivial documents.”
“I have not yet even begun to enumerate the trivial documents,” replied the mechanical speaker. “You also require foodstuff importation permits, not to mention for the introduction into Lemuria of an unclassified hairy-boy.”
“An unclassified hairy-boy?” Professor Coffin asked.
“I told you not to mention that.”
(from The Japanese Devil Fish Girl by Robert Rankin)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
Show Of Hands is an English folk duo (or trio, if you include Miranda Sykes, and you really should) comprised of Phil Beer (left, above), and Steve Knightley (right, above).
I've just recently become acquainted with their music, especially their mega-hit Roots. Look it up on YouTube and watch it. These guys are fantastic.
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Saturday, September 09, 2017
Friday, September 08, 2017
Thursday, September 07, 2017
Well, I've channeled David Allen Coe, and here's the whole chorus of the yet-to-be-written song about a guy's truck leaving him:
"My pick-up's done packed up and left me,
Ran off with a Honda Accord;
It cooda been worse,
Like shack up with a hearse,
Or get hitched to a Chevy or Ford."
I'll let one of you blogger/songwriter peeps write the verses. The song's in 3/4 time if it's a ballad, in 6/8 time if you make it a fast-tempo tune. And I'll split the million-dollar royalties with you 50:50,
I'm sure this will be a can't-miss success.
Wednesday, September 06, 2017
Tuesday, September 05, 2017
“Shouldn’t we at least try to reason with them first?” she suggested – horrified by the very idea taking a life, let alone several.
“I think we both know that diplomacy isn’t going to get us anywhere with these people,” he said. “We’re just lab rats to them; they won’t negotiate with us … you don’t negotiate with lab rats.”
“You do if they’re holding a gun to your head,” Kate said.
(from Origins by Andy Wallace)
7*/10. The complete review is here.