Science Sunday

    Newton's First Law of Motion, IIRC.  Pretty smart, that guy Newton.

Amish Christmas Lights

    Indeed.  Totally enlightening.

Friday Night Awww

    All three of our dogz would totally agree with this.

Book Excerpt for the Day

    “When I had started with the Time Machine, I had started with the absurd assumption that the men of the Future would certainly be infinitely ahead of ourselves in all their appliances.  I had come without arms, without medicine, without anything to smoke – at times I missed tobacco frightfully – even without enough matches.  If only I had thought of a Kodak!”

    (from The Time Machine by H.G. Wells)

  8*/10.  The complete review is here.

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Stasis

    Stasis : a period or state of inactivity or equilibrium.

    Stasis : a Magic The Gathering card.

    Stasis : the name, and the second track of, an Etherfysh album.


    Inexplicably, no one has ever posted an Etherfysh track on YouTube, not even the dude himself.  I'm seriously considering making this my next YouTube post.  At 7:49 minutes in length, that will take a lot of images to make it interesting.  My thought is to use a bunch of MTG cards, as there are hundreds, if not thousands of them to choose from.  Starting with the Stasis card itself.

    Alas, my familiarity of MTG is flimsy at best.  My preferred game is Chess.  So picking kewl MTG cards for the video will be spotty, other than the Black Lotus.  Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments.

Free Will

    I have to admit, there's something persuasive about Moses' thought process.

Mason Proffit - Still Hangin'

    ANAICT, Still Hangin' is Mason Proffit's most-recent offering.  Amazon lists it as being issued on 01 August 2005.  I found it quite by accident via Freegal, which had 10 of the 12 tracks available.  And I bought the other two via Amazon for $0.99 each.

- Tracks  (Favorites in Pink -

01. Lilly
02. Single Mom
03. Buffalo
04. Big Boat
05. Two Hangmen
06. Old Guys Rule
07. Victoria
08. Old Joe Clark
09. Everything
10. Better Find Jesus
11. Western Man
12. Amazing Grace

   The usual caveat applies - I could easily just mark all the tracks pink.  But I've been a Mason Proffit fan for decades.  About half the tracks are reworks of earlier MP songs; the other half are new material, at least to me.

    The musicianship is fantastic, but we expect that.  Terry Talbot's voice hasn't lost a note, which is simply amazing after 40 years in the music business.  The reworked material is well-done.  It's nice to hear slightly different guitar licks, and Talbot tweaks a few words here and there, sometimes to modernize the lyrics (see Lilly), but mostly to slip in a bit of evangelizing.

   This shouldn't be surprising, if you've followed Talbot's musical and spiritual journeys after the break-up of Mason Proffit. Yet it does weaken this album a bit and makes you wonder who the target audience is.  His born-again fans will find Still Hangin' entirely too secular, and his Mason Proffit fans will resent the proselytizing, sporadic though it may be.  OTOH, the most blatant 'gospel' song here is Better Find Jesus, and that's an old MP song.

   If you can overlook Talbot's occasional preachiness, and it really isn't overbearing, you will find this an excellent album.  It sells for $8.99 at Amazon, or you can get most of it for free (3 songs a week) at Freegal.  Highly recommended.  And many thanks to Mason Proffit for making this available via Freegal.

why i love the holidays

Deck the halls

    The Xmas decorations are up.  But I'm a little woozy from it all.

Book Excerpt for the Day

    “You said this would take an hour.”
    “So I was wrong.”
    “You?  Wrong?”
    “Hey, maybe you better sit down and take a look at what I found.”
    He looked at her closely; she was haggard, her hair knotty and in disarray, eyes bloodshot, clothes with a slept-in look.  But the expression on her face was one of pure triumph.  “Don’t tell me you solved the problem?”
    “Does a toilet seat get ass?”

    (from Impact by Douglas Preston

    7½*/10.  The complete review is here.

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Science Wednesdays

Book Excerpt for the Day

    Valerie Petit.  As respected as a botanist could be; creator of ornate bouquets for Paris’s elite bourgeois who requested only the best in beautiful, dying plants.  Her husband, a man of old money, died mysteriously of a croquet mallet to the cranium.  All signs pointed to Valerie as the culprit: fingerprints on the mallet, blood on her dress, a seething, demonic hatred of her beau, and her intense affinity for the sport of croquet.  Yet she wore a different flower in her hair every day to court, cried with such saccharine conviction, and led everyone to believe that a lithe French damsel couldn’t possible (sic) wield enough force to deliver a crushing blow to a full grown man’s skull.


    (from The Success of Suexliegh),  by Zack Keller)

    7½*/10.  The full review is here.
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I'm dreaming of a Write Christmas

   I've asked Santa to bring me books.  And books.  And more books.  But that's not all.  He can bring me gift cards for Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Half-Price Books as well.

Eagles-Lions game today

    We ate lunch at Applebee's today, and they had the Eagles-Lions game on.  In Philadelphia.  In a fricking blizzard.  Tackling consisted mostly of just pushing the runner.  There was no traction, so down he'd go.  Passing was atrocious.  Punt returns were exciting though.

    However, it was fun to watch it all in the warm comfort of a restaurant booth.

Barrio Cafe

    Liz's birthday was earlier this week, so she gets to pick where we go eat tonight.  There's not a lot of suspense - she's picked Barrio Café the last three years in a row.

    It's a relatively small place on 7th Street.  They don't take reservations, so you can expect a wait of anywhere from 45 minutes to a couple hours.  The food is pricey but good.  The service is always excellent.  They usually have some local musician playing Mexican songs, and if we get drunk enough, we buy his CD.

    Bon appetit, y'all.

Art Appreciation Friday

    Sadly, much as I'd like to put this on my house to annoy my neighbor, it would be wasted because we have an 8-foot cinder block fence between us.

RIP - Nelson Mandela

    Centuries from now, when they speak of the great spiritual leaders of the 20th century, no one will remember the get-rich scam-artist televangelists.  But they will remember Mahatma Gandhi and Nelson Mandela.

    RIP, sir.  I am in awe of your strength, your passion, your accomplishments, your leadership, your faith, and most of all, your love.

Book Excerpt for the Day

    “You said that you looked and you weren’t in the index.”

    “Well, not by name,” Sammy said.  “That’s what I meant.”

    “I see,” Rosa said.  But it turns out there is a whole, actual chapter about you.”

    “It’s not about me personally:  It doesn’t even identify me by name.  It just talks about stories I wrote.  The Lumberjack.  The Rectifier.  But not just mine.  There’s a lot about Batman.  And Robin.  There’s stuff about Wonder Woman.  About how she’s a little . . . a little on the butch side.”

 

    (from The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon)

  9½*/10.  The complete review is here.
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Pit Bulls

    Really, folks.  No dog is born naturally-vicious.  Humans have to be mean to them to make them that way.

Chess, Chemistry, Xmas, and Dorkiness

    Yes, I'm an avid chess player.  Yes, I'm a chemist.  And yes, I'm a dork.  That's why I want Santa to bring this for Christmas.

    FWIW, it would be for decorative purposes only.  Trying to play with anything other than the classical "Staunton" chessmen f*cks up your game to an incredible degree.

The Escapist

   
    I think I may have to go find this, even though the reviews at Amazon are at best meh.

Blue Curtains

    I had an incident like this a long time ago in (college) freshman English Lit.  The book - a play, actually - was Waiting For Godot.  The English teacher, making an effort to expand our minds, asked us what we thought of the play.

    Stupidly, I gave him my frank opinion - that it was a nonsensical piece of trash.  Needless to say, that was not the viewpoint he was looking for.

    I am happy to say that now, 40 years later, I have come to appreciate existentialism in general, and WFG in particular.  But it is still prudent to not overanalyze individual lines in Literature.

E-Card Friday

Happy Thanksgiving

    Evolution.  Sometimes it sucks.

Thanksgiving Housecleaning

    We ran into problem with the person who cleans our house today.  Not fun when you're going to have a bunch of people over for Thanksgiving tomorrow.

    The good news is, I'm on vacation all week.  The bad news is, that means today - which was supposed to be an easy, hit-the-bookstores day, turned into a mow the lawn, do the wash, dust the house, and vacuum the house day.  I drew the line at mopping and cleaning the bathrooms though.

    Yessirree.  I'm gonna make somebody a helluva housewife someday.

Book Excerpt for the Day

    Muzzaf was a Komarite, from one of the southern border cities along the Colonial frontier; one of the strange new class of monetary risk-takers, men who invested large sums in manufacture or trade yet were not really merchants or moneylenders or artisans.  It still seemed a little unnatural to Raj, gaining wealth without inheriting or plundering it.

    (from The Hammer by S.M. Stirling and David Drake)

  8*/10.  The complete review is here.

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Skype

    Well, yay me.  I am now on Skype.  After a couple of false starts, including the realization that my 10-year-old microphone was totally useless and that a desktop computer has no camera, I finally got serious about becoming skypified today.

    So I went down to Best Buy and bought a webcam.  It had a built-in microphone to boot, so the old mic has been tossed in the trash.  Installation was a breeze, and then it was time to try my first Skype-to-Skype video call with my sister.

    Getting the settings right was a minor challenge.  For instance, "line in" was the default audio setting, so I had to scramble when she reported that she was getting so sound.  Switching that worked, but it seemed to nix the video.  A primal scream took care of that, and we was in business.

    I find it interesting that Skype-to-Skype is free, but Skype-to-phone (both a call and/or a text message) is not.  It makes me wonder whether the phone companies will still be in business 20 years from now.

LQTM

    And ROTFL; that's just downright lying.

Cheese, but this is punny

There's a fine, curvy line...

    ...between Sin and In.

Book Excerpt for the Day

    “Here’s my best parchments.  They’re imported from . . .”

    “’Here’s’?” Bugbear exploded as he swatted the papers from the startled merchant’s hand.  “Here’s’?  Why you festering pustule of ignorance!  It’s neither here’s nor there’s!  Neither here’s nor there’s!  Do you understand me?  Do you?”

    “No,” the merchant said with a dumb, blank state.  “Not really.”

    (from Noggle Stones 1½: Bugbear’s Travels),  by Wil Radcliffe)


    8*/10.  The full review is here.
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Literary Irony

    Computers will never take over the world.  They can't even tell you're from your, let alone the difference between there, their, and they're.

Quote for the Day

    Thank you, Douglas Adams, for penning HHGTTG.

My Christmas Liszt

 

 

   Oh look!  It's my Christmas Liszt.

Book Excerpt for the Day

    “We’re emissaries of Mack Durgin,” Ace told the pretty vet lady, “and we’re here to pick up his pig.”

    “Javelina?”

    “No thanks,” Ace said as he took out his wallet.  “He just wants the pig.”

    (from When Pigs Fly),  by Bob Sanchez)

    9*/10.  The full review is here.
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Proof that God exists

    Well, it's in His Holy Word, man.  Since He's God, it has to be true.

Christmas is coming...

    ...and it's never too early to start making one's list.  So here's the first item on mine.  Feel free to let me know you're buying it for me.

Typhoon Haiyan

    In case you're wondering how big of a storm it was that slammed the Philippines a couple days ago, here it is superimposed on a map of the US.

   Basically from the Gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes, and from the east coast to the Mississippi River.

    And the Philippines are, by and large, a gazillion islands.  So the storm didn't lose much strength as it passed through.   

Book Excerpt for the Day

    Sister Agnes was definitely religious, in a weird kind of way.  At the Home, Sister Agnes had two pictures on the walls of her cramped room: one of them was of the Sacred Heart, the other was of Meat Loaf.  And she played old Jim Steinman records far too loudly for the other Sisters.  Joshua didn’t know much about bikes, but Sister Agnes’s Harley looked so old that St. Paul had probably once ridden in the sidecar.

    (from The Long Earth by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter)

    9*/10.  The complete review is here.
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E-Card Monday

    True dis.