Recently Read Books
- A Delicate Truth- John Le Carre (fiction)
- Perfect - Rachel Joyce (Fiction)
- The Expats - Chris Pavone (Fiction)
- An Event in Autumn - Henning Mankel (Fiction)
- Winter in Madrid - C.J.Sansom (Fiction)
- The Brothers - John Foster Dulles and Allen Dulles - non-fiction
- LIfe Among Giants - Bill Roorbach (Novel)
- Empty Mansions - Bill Dedman (non-fiction)
- Woodrow Wilson (non fiction)
- Lawrence in Arabia (Non-Fiction)
- In Sunlight and In Shadow by Mark Helpren (Fiction)
- Lesson in French - Hilary Reyl (fiction)
- Unbroken- Laura Hillenbrand (Non-Fiction)
- Venice, A New History- Thomas Madden - (Non- Fiction)
- Life is a Gift - Tony Bennett Autobiography
- The First Counsell - Brad Meltzer (Fiction)
- Destiny of the Republic - President James Garfield non-fiction by Candice Millard
- The Last Lion (volume III)- William Manchester and Paul Reid (non-fiction, Winston Churchill)
- Yellowstone Autumn -W.D. Wetherell (non-fiction about turning 55 and fishing in Yellowstone)
- Everybody was Young- (non-fiction Paris in the 1920's)
- Scorpion - (non fiction US Supreme Court)
- Supreme Power - Jeff Shesol (non-fiction)
- Zero day by David Baldacci ( I read all of Baldacci's Books)
- Northwest Angle - William Kent Krueger (fiction - I have read 5 or 6 books by this author)
- Camelot's Court-Insider the Kennedy Whitehouse- Robert Dallek
- Childe Hassam -Impressionist (a beautiful book of his paintings)
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
My Back Patio - Mom Feeding Baby
Ready to Pick
The Lake behind my Condo
Through the Gap
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Did you get that? This plane is so small that window seat passengers can really feel the curvature of the fuselage intruding into their shoulder and leg space. Tell me you want to sit in a window seat on this plane.
5D: You are in what business?
5C: I am in the milk business.
5D: Are you a farmer?
5C: No I market milk.
5D. Wow, that is very interesting, I love milk. If I don't have at least two glasses a day I don't feel right. Very cool.
5C: Well it is an interesting business.
At this point I silently offer a Prayer ("Beam Me Up Scotty, There is no Intelligent Life Here").
5D: I have always wanted to be in the cheese business.
5D: Yeah, Have you seen how much some of those cheeses cost? I can't afford to buy most of them. Whats the big deal they take some spoiled milk and add different flavors and then they sell it for a bundle. I would really like to get in the cheese business.
The conversation between 5D and 5C went on in this general manner for the entire flight. I learned that 5D sold software to call centers and other businesses. His company's software is what comes on your phone when you call any business and the recorded message says, "This call may be monitored for quality assurances." No wonder the guy wanted to be in the cheese business.
We landed on time and I was picked up at the airport curb by the Lovely Sharon. It was nice to see her. I wish I had brought her some cheese.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
"Porn Star Bra Size, Weight, Hair Color Averages: Jon Millward's 'Deep Inside' Answers All"
The article can be located at:
Here is some of the information in the article:
- The most common hair color for female porn stars is brown. Brunettes (including black and brown hair) outnumber blondes nearly 2 to 1
- The average porn star weight is 117 lbs for women, 167.5 lbs for men.
- The average porn star height is 5'5" for women, 5'10" for men.
- The heaviest female porn star is 719 lbs. The lightest is 74 lbs.
- The most commonly reported bra size was a 34B
I wonder why someone would make an exhaustive study of porn stars. I suppose it is one of the government funded projects. I am more surprised there is an article on The Huffington Post about it.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
”for those of you in first class, don’t worry about the green drippy stuff, we think it is just condensation with dust in the overhead bins. If it gets on your clothes, let us know and we will get you cleaning certificates”.
I suppose the previous flight crew was located because after another 20 minutes or so, the rest of us were allowed to board the plane. Once on board there seemed to be no rush to get people seated so that we could quickly leave to make up for lost time. That seemed odd to me and I suspected there was some other issue. The front door of the plane remained open and after another 15 minutes or so, the pilot announced that a red warning light on one of the engines had come on and had been looked at by the mechanics. However, he did not know where the mechanics were and they had not brought back the paper work to allow us to depart. In another 15 minutes, the pilot made another announcement, that the mechanics were still not located. The pilot then stated that in previous years, they would have flown even with the red warning light but that protocols had changed and we could not leave until the issue had been resolved.
“For those of you going to Kansas City, your flight is now leaving out of Gate B-10 just across the concourse, please got to that gate for boarding.”
As we were in the air headed to our destination, it occurred to me that when I am on a flight that leaves on time, they smugly announce “Another on time departure”. Since they do this when there is an on time departure, I feel like they should be required to announce something like for our flight:
We experienced change alright from gate to gate to gate.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
I have always been attracted to women who make cement
This may be the hippest guy I have ever seen
Thursday, February 7, 2013
The books are:
When Craig died, Tapply wrote the following tribute:
I met Philip R. Craig the same way thousands -- close to millions, I guess -- have. By reading one of his books. This one came to me from his editor before it was published. She hoped I'd write a blurb for the cover. I read the book in one sitting. It took place on one of my favorite places -- Martha's Vineyard -- and the hero/narrator, J. W. Jackson, was a guy after my own heart. The book was full of fishing and adventure and food and pretty women. It was at once funny and wise and tense. It was called A Beautiful Place to Die. I loved it. I wrote the blurb and thought: This Phil Craig is a man I'd like to meet.
Phil and I did meet shortly after his book came out back in 1989. We hit it off instantly, as I was sure we would. I knew I'd like the man who wrote that book.
A Beautiful Place to Die was Phil's first in what became the very popular Martha's Vineyard Mystery series. He wrote a book every year after that first one, all narrated by J. W. Jackson, the Vietnam vet/ex cop/part-time sleuth. As the series unfolded, J. W. married Zee, his sweetheart, and they had children, and J. W. morphed from a loner into a family man -- an identity that Phil found entirely comfortable and familiar. He would deny that life imitates art, or vice versa, but Phil was devoted to Shirley, his wife, and Jamie and Kim, their kids, and their grandchildren.
J.W.'s adventures all took place on the Vineyard. But Phil and Shirley were globetrotters. Phil had an insatiable thirst to travel, to explore new and off-beat places, to try on new cultures.
My wife, Vicki, and I spent a lot of time on the island with Phil and Shirl -- mostly when the bluefish and stripers were around. We surf-cast, we dug clams and raked quahogs, we mixed martinis, and we laughed. There was always a lot of music and laughter in the Craigs' house.
As Phil and I traveled around New England promoting our books, we often found ourselves on the same panels. We shared similar views on politics and religion, similar tastes in literature and movies, similar senses of humor. We probably weren't as witty and clever as we thought we were, but we had a lot of fun playing off each other. Privately, we started calling these events "The Phil 'n' Bill Show."
As these things sometimes go with writers who are friends, each of us began to mention the other one's character in our novels. My hero, Brady Coyne, began to show up occasionally in Phil's books, and J. W. Jackson made several cameo appearances in mine.
Neither of us could remember where the idea came from, but it occurred to us that collaborating on a novel would give us a tax-deductible reason to visit back and forth, lounge on the Craigs' balcony overlooking the sound and the pond with our wives and plenty of martinis and bluefish pate, beat around ideas about characters and plots, and when the tide was right, do some fishing. Plus, we thought writing a book together might be fun. Phil was one of the least materialistic people I've known, but we both figured that a collaborative novel might double our fan base, such as it was.
We started with a title -- First Light -- and the vaguest of all ideas: Brady would visit the Vineyard to compete in the Derby with J.W., and adventures would surely ensue. Our approach to collaboration was designed to put our friendship above the demands of art. In order to avoid the inevitable disputes and arguments and ego-trips that could arise from writing together too closely, we decided to alternate chapters. We would not mess with the other guy's stuff.
First Light (subtitled by the publisher "The First Ever Brady Coyne/J. W. Jackson Mystery") got written that way. Phil did the odd-numbered chapters, and I got the even-numbered ones. Then we wrote another called (cleverly, we thought) Second Sight.
Our third collaboration (and, alas, our last ever) is called Third Strike. It will appear next November. Phil Craig was at the top of his game when we were working on this story.
Collaborating on a novel is an intensely intimate undertaking. It can make or break a friendship. It made ours.
Now I have lost my dear friend, and readers everywhere have lost a friend, too. But luckily we can always visit Phil in his books, where we'll find the lover of swordplay and Errol Flynn movies and Hemingway short stories, the fisherman and cook and purveyor of "delish" recipes, the folk singer and guitar-strummer and jokester, the world traveler and sailor and poet, the professor of English, the cowboy from Durango, the jovial host, the devoted husband and father, my loving and beloved old friend.
If you like these types of books check these out.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The following information is from http://www.childehassam.org/
Childe Hassam(October 17, 1859 – August 27, 1935) was a prominent and prolific American Impressionist painter, noted for his urban and coastal scenes. Along with Mary Cassatt and John Henry Twachtman, Hassam was instrumental in promulgating Impressionism to American collectors, dealers, and the museums. He produced over 3,000 oil paintings, watercolors, etchings, and lithographs in his career, and was a founding member of The Ten, an influential group of American artists of the early 20th century. His most famous works are the “Flag” oil paintings, completed during World War I.
Childe Hassam was born in Dorchester, Massachusetts. He studied at the Boston Art School, was apprenticed to an engraver from whom he learned the techniques of engraving, and thus began his career as an illustrator. He went to Paris, in 1883, and studied with two academic artists, Louis Boulanger and Jules Joseph Lefebvre. His fellow student, during this period, was the American John Henry Twatchman who had previously studied in Munich. These years in Paris, occurring as they did when Impressionism had reached its peak of influence, were important to Hassam. When he returned to America, he began to paint in the Impressionistic style and, in 1898, he joined with Twachtman, J. Alden Weir, and seven other American artists to form a group called "The Ten". Their purpose was not merely to exhibit jointly but also, by so doing, to revolt against the stifling force of accepted academic styles-in a certain sense, they wanted to do for American art and taste, what European artists were accomplishing abroad.
The Americans had a more difficult task, for the history of art in America was still quite brief and the American tradition was principally one of imitating conventional, accepted, "safe" artists. Hassam was a resident of New York City and his favorite subjects were aspects of New York life, which he presented with a light, sparkling palette, endowing streets and buildings with the light and color inherent in Impressionism. He also painted some rural New York and New England landscapes with the same light touch. His work was so pleasant that it was readily accepted and Hassam received many prizes and awards as well as being elected to the National Academy in 1906. In 1915, at the age of fifty-six, he turned to the technique he had learned as a very young man and began to work as a graphic artist. Before his death he had completed over 350 plates, both etchings and lithographs. In these, using only black and white, he sought to achieve the effects of sunlight, as he did in the oil paintings upon which he also continued to work.
Without a doubt, Childe Hassam is America's favorite Impressionist. One might argue Impressionism is the world's most loved art movement and that therefore, Hassam is amongst the most celebrated of all artists born on U.S. soil.
Here are a couple pictures of his paintings:
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It made me think about other Valentine's gifts I could give the Lovely Sharon. How about "brief jerkey"? That's right folks panties made of beef jerkey.
If she wore brief jerkey around on a hot day, I imagine all of the dogs in the neighborhood would be following her around.
How about a heart shaped spatula? She could make me heart shaped eggs, or even better I could make her heart shaped eggs.
Now here is a good possibility, a liquor bottle bouquet.
So many good possibilities. Everyone likes a romantic dinner so another good choice is that I could buy her some meat to eat.
I suppose I could buy her a new outfit
I could get her a sexy bathing suit.
I think I will settle on just a card, a hug and kiss, and then a romantic dinner