Monday, July 30, 2018
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Saturday, July 28, 2018
It’s not lost on me that I’m so busy recording life, I don’t have time to really live it. I’ve become like one of those people I hate, the sort who go to the museum and, instead of looking at the magnificent Brueghel, take a picture of it, reducing it from art to proof. It’s not “Look what Brueghel did, painted this masterpiece” but “Look what I did, went to Rotterdam and stood in front of a Brueghel painting!”
(from Let’s Explore Diabetes With Owls, by David Sedaris)
7½*/10. The full review is here.
Friday, July 27, 2018
Thursday, July 26, 2018
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Monday, July 23, 2018
“It’s said he betrayed a god.”
Finally the man faced him. His face was scarred, and something that might have been a burn marred his jaw and left cheek. For all that, he looked young for a commander. “Heed the lesson there, son.”
“Every decision you make can change the world. The best life is the one the gods don’t notice. You want to live free, boy, live quietly.”
“I want to be a soldier. A hero.”
“You’ll grow out of it.”
(from Gardens of the Moon by Steven Erikson)
9½*/10. The complete review is here.
Sunday, July 22, 2018
Laugh if you will, but I once bought an LP that consisted of nothing but random jungle sounds, none of which were in the least bit exciting. Someone apparently just set up a tape recorder and let it go for 40 minutes or so, figuring there were idiots out there who'd buy anything. Like me.
And I won't even mention the 3-LP boxed set I once got, with nothing but all sorts of trains blowing their whistles at railroad crossings.
Saturday, July 21, 2018
Friday, July 20, 2018
Thursday, July 19, 2018
He was small, but fast. Herr Ninja was in front of Blake before he could react. All Blake could do was raise his arm above his head, to shield himself, but he knew it would be useless. Katana are made for lopping off limbs the way anapestic tetrameter was made for Seussian poetry, except Japanese swords don’t scan as well and poetry tends to draw less blood.
(from The Fridgularity by Mark A. Rayner)
The complete review is here.
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
"A Spring Clean of the May Queen"?!?! I'm sure that's not correct. It doesn't make any sense. Of course, the way I've always sang it, "a sprinkling of the May Queen", doesn't make any sense either.
As for this blog entry's title, the second line of the song is "They're Blowing in the Wind".
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Monday, July 16, 2018
Back from a much-needed and much-enjoyed sojourn in the Pacific Northwest. Missed three days of monsoonal havoc down here in Arizona, and left Seattle just as a heat wave was approaching. Timing is everything.
Of course, a "heat wave" in Seattle means high temperatures above 90°F, while here in Phoenix, a 90°F high means it's time to get out a light jacket in the evening. Location is everything.
Alas, tomorrow I must return to work.
Saturday, July 07, 2018
The simple truth is that one person’s Druid is another person’s fantasy. The Druids have been conjured in a wide variety of perceptions, as to who they were, what they believed and what they taught, since the sixteenth century. The basic problem is that no Druid, nor sympathetic contemporary observer, ever committed to writing the necessary unequivocal information for our latter-day understanding. We have to search diligently among many sources to come up with our answers and, as Levi-Strauss implies, the result of the search depends on what questions we ask.
(from A Brief History of the Druids by Peter Berresford Ellis)
7*/10. The complete review is here.
Friday, July 06, 2018
Thursday, July 05, 2018
“I need a good trustworthy man in Charles Town. Someone to make sure the supplies keep flowing, and to make certain such dirtiness as has been done to me in the past is not repeated. A … uh … private investigator, you might say. Does that sound at all of interest to you?”
It took a little while longer for Matthew to find his voice. “I do appreciate your offer, sir. I do. But, to be perfectly honest, you and I would eventually come to blows and our fight might knock the earth off its tilt. Therefore I must decline, as I would hate to be responsible for the death of mankind.”
(from Speaks The Nightbird, Evil Unveiled by Robert McCammon)
9*/10. The full review is here.