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About meQuick Facts

I'm pretty much this guy, but with short hair and a shorter attention span.

I give money, meals, and kindness to beggars, vagrants, and the indigent not out of any native generosity, empathy or virtue, but because I secretly hope that doing so will benefit me if I ever get into a fairy tale situation. It's also the same reason I kissed a frog (the psychedelic variety) and use a stone as a soup base.

Once, I gave money to a homeless man and was feeling quite proud of myself until he began to scream. I soon learned that by indifferently dropping my change into his cup, which had been filled to the brim with burning hot coffee, I had given money to a hipster, not a homeless man. I've never been so ashamed of myself. A hipster!

I'm also ashamed of what I once did for a Klondike bar.

Since you asked:
I am a champion at using common household furniture to safely navigate fields of lava. I am so skilled that whenever there is a lull in the conversation, I often find myself daydreaming it is socially acceptable to demonstrate this ability at parties, because I would improvise a kickass escape plan. This same yearning is also the primary reason I am afraid to drink.

On a completely unrelated note, I am no longer invited to Hugh's parent's house. It was not lava, but water. Lots and lots of water. Enough water to flood a kitchen, a dining room, and a good-sized living room.

While I'm on the subject of water and childhood fancies, thanks to names like the Black Sea, Great Salt Lake, Crater Lake and the Gulf of Mosquitoes, I once believed that there was a rule that the name of a geographic area must describe some unique, intrinsic attribute relating to said area. So I went in expecting Rhode Island to be an actual island and Lake Mead to be this fantastic Las Vegas tourist attraction filled to the brim with alcohol. Needless to say, I was disappointed. However, when I visited Lake Titicaca . . .

When my physics teacher was looking for something with which to demonstrate the properties of light, I seized the opportunity and convinced him to burn my report card using a parabolic mirror.

I want the United States to convert to the metric system, but I want that to happen only after I'm safely dead.

I love California, in the same way a Swedish hostage loves his kidnappers.

I have learned three foreign languages because of a girl and Morse code because of a bear.

I'm superlazy. It's pretty much the same as just being lazy, except sometimes I do it in a cape. It has done wonders for my self-confidence.

However, I wish I really had superpowers. If I could have any superpower, I would choose the ability to be invisible. I swear I would never abuse it; I would only use it for good, like picking fights with mimes. I would settle for a green bodysuit and a weatherman.

While we're on that subject, I also want a Ph.D. in kicking ass, taught by Inigo Montoya.

I used to think that an Adam's apple had to do with an actual apple in your throat.

I used to be afraid of biting into apples because I expected every bite to uncover a worm. It was a fear I had successfully suppressed for years until April 1st, 2012.

I can't recite the alphabet without lapsing into sing-song.

I can't read, hear, see, or even think about yawning without beginning to yawn. Heck, I once read the word "fawn" and began yawning.

There is nothing I hate more than yawning and then, about halfway through it, finding myself unable to continue.

You can probably guess what was happening while I was writing the previous two segments. The girl at the other bench is looking at me funny, as if wondering if I was having some kind of weird orgasm.

I thought the Necronomicon was real and George Eliot was a man.

If I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10, the answer is 11.

I am ready for someone to tell me to not give up on my dreams, so I thank them and take a nap.

I lose the ability to make conversation when I'm talking to a woman. I often find myself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind--actually, my mind's absent, because it knows what's coming and wants nothing to do with it. Every. God. Damn. Time.

I once took a girl to the aquarium, which doesn't sound so bad. Except by now you should know me well enough to guess that what she really wanted to go see was "Phish."

I know. Phish. But I can't complain, because I like Cold Play. We were perfect for each other; it was a match made on a barstool.

I nearly froze to death because I went out jogging in winter and the sweat in my shirt froze it into a cuirass. In my defense, those those shorts didn't have any pockets so I had to leave the house without my common sense. Also, it was my first day in a New England winter, more commonly known to non-natives as an Ice Age.

Sometimes, if I'm reading and I see a picture of Morgan Freeman, I start reading it in his voice. It can turn a bad book good and good girls bad.

When I become old, before I succumb to dementia, I'm going to hire someone to organize an elaborate global scavenger hunt, change my name to Pellinore, have a Questing Beast built (either robotic or genetically engineered), and then succumb to dementia.

My favorite food is melted gummy bears, because that way, I don't have to look at their faces (also, I like the flavors all mixed together).

I used to believe that salt and pepper canceled each other out, so I never used them together.

I believe in unicorns and narwhals, but not in platypuses. And if you're honest, so do you.

I still hold my breath whenever I pass a graveyard.

I also hold my breath whenever I see someone go underwater onscreen so I can test myself against them. Sometimes, I cheat.

If I only had 24 hours left to live I would so sleep in. Like a boss. And turn into a jet (Seriously, I'm starting to get some control on this lucid dreaming thing--mostly as a response to the pop-up ads that keep appearing in them).

The best way to sum me is this: even though I managed to get two girls into an after party, it was my best friend who ended up taking the both of them home that night. I make this joker look smooth.

If my ship ever comes in, I swear, you'll find me stuck in a slot canyon in the middle of the desert. True story.

My hobbies include:

- waiting in the wings

- putting the fun in funeral

- winning arguments in the shower

- foreshadowing

- fiveshadowing

- not making money

- smelling like the Dickens.

- avoiding similes like the plague.

- a lot of hooting, with just a little bit of nannying

- mastering the art of the single entendre

- leg pulling

About my libraryA Babelic palace that becomes grander and more wonderful (and unnavigable) every time a door is open.

Groups100 Books in 2009 Challenge, 1001 Books to read before you die, 1010 Category Challenge, 50 Book Challenge, 75 Books Challenge for 2010, Audiobooks, Book a Week Challenge for 2010, Book Care and Repair, Bookcases: If You Build/Buy Them, They Will Fill, Books off the Shelf Challengeshow all groups

Favorite authorsElizabeth Bishop, Gillian Bradshaw, Charlotte Brontë, Steven Brust, Lois McMaster Bujold, Anne Carson, Roald Dahl, Philip K. Dick, Anita Elberse, Michael Ennis, Robert Fagles, Alan Furst, Neil Gaiman, David Gerrold, Larry Gonick, Ursula K. Le Guin, Diana Wynne Jones, Guy Gavriel Kay, Barbara Kingsolver, Nancy Kress, Lawrence Lessig, Michael Lewis, Jack London, Maureen F. McHugh, Patricia A. McKillip, Mike Mignola, Alan Moore, Grant Morrison, Thomas Paine, Ann Patchett, Gary Paulsen, Edgar Allan Poe, Michael Pollan, Terry Pratchett, Tim Pratt, William Shakespeare, P. W. Singer, Theodore Sturgeon, Mark Twain, Brian K. Vaughan, Bill Willingham, Connie Willis, Jane Yolen, Timothy Zahn (Shared favorites)

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Member sinceApr 19, 2008

Currently readingHellboy Library Edition Volume 6 by Mike Mignola
Swords Around A Throne: Napoleon's Grande Armée by John R. Elting
Natasha: And Other Stories by David Bezmozgis
Former People: The Final Days of the Russian Aristocracy by Douglas Smith

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I didn't say that you weren't high class.
You know, if you watched higher class web sites and publications, you would see stuff like this and learn.
What are you, a night owl?
I know, I know, you're just masquerading here at LT. The home you deserve is here - and still available - in this video. Loosen the purse strings.

This one is NOT on YouTube!
Ah, and I just had an iced Thai coffee for lunch to celebrate reaching 60º (that's plus, not minus).
I always was a leader since day one...
ONE! ----- ----- TWO!
Waiting for anybody gives me nausea and headaches.
Maybe you can thrive in this environment?
I just noticed "Waiting on eggshells," Dad. Clever!
We're parents! Congrats! See profile photo.
Whoop, Whoop, Whoop! Eaglet alert! I think mom’s done reading Encyclopedia Britannica.
Ah, to have that kind of enthussiasm about every part of life. Bring on the banana.
Do you have a direct link to musical child prodigies? Cutest child in the world.
I saw your video of little Christian waking up to Bruno Mars. Ah, if only I woke up with such energy. Maybe I need to change my music?
Now maybe!
Coming soon to a nest near you via cam! One eaglet. See Kathy G's posting recently. BTW, a pip - I learned - is a small hole in the egg in prep for evacuation by the babe. Mom is considerably agitated and on high alert. She is also bouncing around, maybe helping to break the egg???

May have to go in to get the babe; forceps please!

"Flying" is cool. It must be somewhat disorienting.

Mom is still on the nest. She seems a little more active now. Her first babe was due two days ago. Maybe her activity is a result of boredom from being on the nest for so long and, so far, no results unless you want scrambled eggs.

You know, those feathers look sharp. If I only had one for my own. Ok, I'll pluck this one toward mom's rear. Yank! Ouch, that beak hurts. I'm not sure that was worth it. Hope I stop bleeding soon. Damn!
To quote you, quoting GA, "To quote Gerard Araud, 'I see a rookie chess player, #Russia might win the rook but will lose the game. #Ukraine #Crimea'."

He may be a rookie chess player, but he is an aggressive rookie chess player with Army, Navy, and Air forces, plus THE BOMB and who knows what other tools destructive of property and peeps.

Here is my new friendly greeting for you... :)

Siberia is, I think from as close as I want to get to it - My house, a harsh place. Except for the young lady using a hula hoop, everyone is grim, including a shot of several women wearing two piece swimming suits who appear to be short by many pieces. Not to be judgmental.

What do you think of our buddy Vladimir P.? He may be bringing us closer to Armageddon than I want to be... What a untrustworthy guy. To some extent, I understand his desire for the naval bases in the Crimea. They built 'em, they want them. Otherwise, no ice free ports for the Russian sailors.

I hear that the vote is done in the Crimea and the Commies won with 95%. Here is what happened to the 5%!

Happy St Patrick's day!

Another splendid BookBlotter sample of white space economy.
A solution looking for an issue? Or, maybe there is already an issue?
Here is a new hobby for you! And, the worst Star Spangled Banner you will even hear.
Don't try this in your kitchen...
Snow in SF... That's what I get using run on sentences... If you look at the start of that first sentence, I said that I was "back." So the snow referred to Illinois. With luck the SF travel industry will not sue me for weather defamation. We did enjoy our selves greatly both with our friends and family (son, D-I-L & grandson).

Ah, metis... When the area to become NW Illinois was discovered to have lead, a bunch of European men came out to make their fortunes (still pre California gold rush days). Unfortunately, not so many female Europeans came. When it became time to dabble in procreation, the male Europeans took native american females - both formally and informally - as their wives. The product of such arrangements led to mixed European-native american children who could, if they wished, call themselves "Metis" indicating a mixed origin. Many of the few female Europeans in the area were actually in the industry of providing sexual fun for the males and not particularly desirable for marriage or cohabitation, if you catch my drift.

Ferguson... I'm only up to the Medici days (p 57), so in fairness I can't revue the book (not like it ever stopped me). However, as early at p 15, Ferguson did manage to irritate me using the sentence, "I myself have learned a great deal in writing this book." "I myself," of course, means that the brilliant guy I am knows it all in this field, so it's a miracle that I learned anything writing this for you slobs, so I'm being faux humble. Bah!
Okay, tell me the truth. Is this a selfie? >>>>> :)
Selfie photos.

Tasteful video not by Ken Burns...
Then: I hate it like the Dickens when there is a broken link.

Now: Hallelujah!!!
No chop busting or crop dusting implied.
Re: Bumblebees...

That sent me to this commercial that I just love.

Followed by this one.

Or, maybe this...

And, not just because we own two Subarus...

There must be some meaning in this, but it eludes me: "Well, I'm all out of bubblegum; there leaves me with only one thing to do." :)

We're freezing out here, help us, help us!
Evidently the supersecret HTML spoiler code disappears even in when used in quotes. It's "spoiler" inside of and "/spoiler" inside.
Glad you liked the Explorers review.

The spoiler HTML tags are useful -- better than my old practice of putting "spoilers ahead" at the top of a review.

To use them you just put "" right in front of the text you want to mask and "" right at the end of what you're asking. LT's home page has a mention of them and instructions under the Recent News section.
Forty years to go...
They are looking at everything you do, feel no unease!
S S Galena - I love 19th century photos. The ship doesn't look like it should float, but I'm no boat designer.

When I hear "Stonewall," I think of this... What a stunning propaganda piece of art.

All kinda keeps this comment in the U.S. Civil War era. Peace!
Reacting to your January 8th comment on French-Canadian farms.... In my simple way, I find it interesting how farms are arranged/look/work in different areas, climates and with different crops or animals. The midwest, probably because I spent most of my time there, is what pops into my mind when someone says, "Farm." Obviously, though, there are many types of farms based on terrain, soil, climate, what's produced, whatever... One---Two (a)---Three---Four---Five.

I guess that's just another way of saying that you are a product of your experience.

Peripherally related... I'm reading PrairyErth again. I'm bogging down yet again after a couple of hundred pages. The chapters are very short; I think I'm going to pick it up very week or so, read a few chapters and then put it away for another week. Maybe that will get me through it. I do feel that I owe it to William Least Heat-Moon after reading and enjoying greatly, Blue Highways: A Journey into America.

(a) Another result for 'stone wall farm New England' was this place, but it seemed inappropriate and made me nervous.
Somehow 'Center-Pivot Farming' sounds like a contrivance by a one-horse, not a farmer's appellation!

Your friend,
I'm easily entertained...

Dam - I wrote the above comment before I searched 'Center Pivot Farming.' I'll never doubt you again until I get your next comment.
In farm country there are watering systems that look like some prehistoric metal monster. I used to think that they "marched" in a straight line since the sections are squares. More recently I learned that they frequently (usually?) pivot from the middle of the section in a circle. Hey, I'm a city boy...

Anyway, if you go to "star road & tampico road, illinois" on Google Maps and pull out a little bit, you will see a good example of the effect of circular watering systems. I love the way that the right watering system - the Pacman system - avoids the farmstead. Note that the farmer appears to plow to the corners which aren't reached by the watering. One would think that the yields in the corners would be lower than the watered areas. Otherwise, why invest in the systems? It also partly explains why, in some areas, farmers sell off the corners for homesteads. Note that some of the darker, greener sections also have watering systems, although they're harder to see. Some are partial circles.

I'm easily entertained...
Thanks for the Wired map link. Interesting stuff. I don't know if you noticed the last map from James Fallows, a bright, interesting guy. I remember reading his Atlantic Mag piece 'Blind into Baghdad' when we brilliantly invaded Iraq and kind of upended stuff in the Middle East.

The Fallows' last map showing generally square township lines in Michigan's lower peninsula would show much the same rectangular pattern in Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin and many other states. Due to the earth being a sphere (duh), adjustments must be made in township lines (and, of course, for major rivers or lakes, etc.) leading to north-south lines jogging east or west slightly once in a while. Which, in turn, leads to roads following township lines also jogging over.

When we go up to SW Wisconsin, a farming area in general, the road jogs on N-S township lines are quite noticeable. You'll be going like a bat out of hell (obeying speed limits, of course) and all of a sudden your road makes two 90º bends and then continues on. You will know that you're on a township correction line. One of the townships we pass in a purely rural area has a little white building that is about 8' X 12" in the middle of nowhere and it's the township hall. Every time I pass it, I think of 25 farmers jammed in there smelling like manure (no offense to farmers; the last real entrepreneurs) and casting their votes (DEMOCRACY AT IT'S PUREST!).

The men sitting while their wives shop pics are hilarious. I made a deal with my wife when we first married... She shops and in return for my not bitching and moaning about it, I don't go. Yippee! Works for me!
Double Huh... That was a stretch. I'm taking up mind reading. :)
Emus in charge...
What a great way to awaken! Good morn...
Ya, you're in a deeper hole than I thought. This will call for the extra, super duper, sudden immersion treatment and miracle cure. I am assuming that cost is no consideration.

Somewhat related: Friends of ours, also at the lake, have a long compacted stone driveway, it's very tough and firm. They are about 30 ft higher than the lake and 100 ft inland. One day they're out fooling with their garden and up marches a small turtle. She digs a hole about 4-5 inches deep in a corner of the drive and proceeds to lay 2 or 3 eggs, covers them and leaves. The friends stake the area and rope it off.

Next spring comes and low and behold our friends are the proud parents of a baby turtle who digs out of the hole and proceeds to make his/her way down to the lake which you can't even see from this point. At one point, he/she tumbles ass over tea kettle (a favorite expression of my dad's - he had a way with words) down the hill for about 4 or 5 feet. They follow him/her down to the lake, which took forever, and he/she splashes in and swims off. Ain't nature grand?

The other eggs didn't hatch, however. Sniff... Nature is also a stern taskmaster.
Do you have some problem you would like to talk about? I'm here for you...
At a loss for words... Who do you think you're kidding?
Been here a while, though my social interaction has fallen off for the last year or so.
You gotta corner on the turtle picture market?
Graceful as can be... Maybe in the water; on land, the OOF Factor!
Cool two turtle dance. I didn't know they did ballet...
Thanks! You're 'About me' was great!
Now, that's one speedy turtle!
With 134 owners of Prairie Traveler and 6 owners of Gary, the reviews are unlikely to be widely read or re-reviewed by others.

Here is the score of numbers of reviews of the books I reviewed:

27 books with single reviews by me, 4 books with two demented reviewers including me, 2 books with ten reviewers and then reviews numbering 6, 7, 8, 9, 14, 15, 25, 33, 132 & 136 reviews per book. Not that I'm obsessive or anything...

But I'm true to my line in the about me section, "In general, the idiosyncratic and off beat reviews here are of books that have few or no other reviews."

Your review of Ulysses with 50 thumbs up may be a record for thumbs upedness. It was also a record in brevity, "?" and obviously resonated with many folks. I can understand that... :)

It would be interesting to calculate the ratio of owners of any one book to reviewers of that book to see which books drive high percentages of book owners to do reviews. I'm not about to do that no matter how curious I am.
You: Interesting designs. I can't stop laughing at the turtle car. It's juvenile, I know, but c'mon!

Me: I'd say that the turtle car is over the top, but, for gosh sakes it's a turtle car, so it's gotta be under the top. Another authoritative answer to an unasked question by your friendly auto consultant and turtle anatomy MBA!
If you're at all a "car guy," this is an interesting page. For a practical car, I kind of like the Stout Scarab. But something does feel right about the name. I can't put my finger on it...
Jeez, I thought that "C)" contained some secret message that I was supposed to figure out. I've been working on it since 3:05 pm yesterday. No wonder I'm so tired.

K.V. is back up to $7.99 & $8.99. Here yesterday, gone today to slightly paraphrase an old expression.
thanks for the info.
Is this library deal known as a close one? I know it can't be the money involved in the library fine, just the satisfaction and pride of evading a penalty and the shame of it all. Kind of like my getting gas for $3.35 a gallon the other day and then finding out I could have scored $3.33. Since I got just over 20 gallons I 'lost' about 40¢. Whoa!

And, thanks for the Kipling quote. No hidden messages, I hope.
Oh, clever... :) (1)

(1) Note: This is my stock answer now when I'm not quite sure what the devil you mean. :)
Yesterday at 1:37 a.m. I indicated that you would be "an average testee." I should have said that you would be "the" average testee, "the" low testee and "the" high testee. No wonder you're so busy... Incredible what math can do. :)
Congrats, as stated below, you are average, indeed!
Oh, clever... :)
Here is where The Prairie Traveler... can be found. The itineraries remind you of what modern tool??? This is a test. It will be graded on the curve. Obviously, you will be an average testee.

There is also a new (to me) source, the Kansas Collection. It is limited to a fairly small number of books. The Prairie Traveler here (and, perhaps, all their books) was split into many pages. Not conducive to fast take down.
E-Book Sources; No guarantees...

Amazon Free eBook Collections -

Internet Archive -

LibreVox - Audio Books -

Many Books -

Munsey's -

Online Books Page at upenn -

Online Library of Liberty -

Open Culture -

Open Library -

Project Gutenberg -

Searching will produce more, no doubt.

P.S. I was bereaved when looking at my archived materials and I again saw your note about my use of "destinyhascheatedme." (sic on the stuff in the quotes) in my feeble attempt to fool with your mind. How you could accuse me of such a thing is beyond me. And, then, you had the nerve to say that no one other than me even jumped to mind as the perpetrator...
Dear DHCM a/k/a DWW,

You said to me on May 10, 2011, 'I think you'll love this book.'

And, perhaps (???), you will be thrilled to know that I just added it to my LT book pot. At the rate I'm going (See the timing in above sentence) I'l get around to reading it in approx 2 1/2 years.

I have been working diligently on free e-books available via the wonderful time sink, the internet. I'm especially looking at history (In some cases current news which, with the passage of time, has become history), particularly my fav nearby area, Galena, Jo Daviess County, Illinois.

I just found by accident and downloaded this book and it looks to be a winner. It's a how-to-do-it on heading west by wagon train in the days when the indigenous folks here in North America didn't cotton to us white folk grabbing everything they thought they owned (Ah, the dangers of squatting on land without benefit of title insurance!). I've taken my valuable time to flip through various parts of the book and (1) it reads pretty well and (2) with the passage of time it takes on an interesting and archaic flavor.
I'm slick, just told her the family was going out to dinner.

We went to White fence farm. It's so old that it was old when I was a kid and used to go there. It used to be in a corn field and now is suburbanized.

Hell, the Route 66 Association of Illinois sometimes meets there and has a fund raiser car show. Now, this ain't no namby-pamby - I gotta few mill in a 55 Mercedes Gull Wing or a 1949 Delahaye. This is the real thing; a 1956 Chevy perhaps, or maybe a 1957 Studebaker Golden Hawk or, if that doesn't light your fire, a 1948 Mercury Woodie. or, for a last chance, a 1955 International Scout pick up.
Climate change is a serious issue!
Thanks. Where do you get some of this stuff??? The LA article reminded me of a friend, now retired, that worked when he was young at a very small bank branch that got held up about once a month by what appeared to be the same guy. After the 8th hold up in 11 months, the police finally caught the guy. He always appeared to hide to await a quiet time in a clump of trees between the bank and a large house nearby. The police got in the habit of stopping at the front of the house and going in back and waiting and, one time, there he was. Lesson: Never be too predicable if you're holding up banks.

There are other ways...
I knew that you were unruffleable (I made that word up). What's wrong with recycled sewage for dinner? Please don't escalate, I am having dinner. :)
What else? I'm doing The Dude. I'm going to have to re-do my physique to fit The Dude's look; the long beak, general body shape, the skinny legs and flat yellow feet. It'll be a challenge, for sure. Maybe I should just reflect a snippet of haiku???

Merman = Weird. Common to all of the genre.
Steinhatchee, Florida was just great (some time ago, maybe 12-15 yrs; it's in the "Lost Coast" southeast of Apalachicola along the Gulf of Mexico. To get a cell phone signal, I had to walk to the end of a 150(?) foot pier. It's very isolated, way, way off the highway, right on the Gulf, 1000 charming people and about 10 back woods types (this is not scientific).

Here is a quote from a review of the motel I stayed at... "This place has the charm of a dumpster in 100 degree weather." I don't agree, but the guy has a way with words. The motel was basic, but clean, neat and the peeps (employee & fellow renters both) were quite nice. Steinhatchee is a fisherman's paradise, a retreater's retreat, but soon will be swamped with Hilton Head style homes. When I was there, I should have bought up the place for about $1,000.

Our hummingbirds have definitely bailed out on us. They're humming south and any slackers will be popsicles soon.
You're posted, several times,
2, 3, 4 - or 6 - it's all horse meat.

Blake, my opinion is "?"
I assume you were rubbing it in, re:quotes & prior discussion. :)

No, just being a jerk and attempting to play with your mind... :)
The one you live in. :)
I'd bet strongly that "one-horse" has two legs. But, most folks would answer your question with, "four." They could be wrong! Or and furthermore, they could be wronger!!.

"...where were we supposed to land?" Beats the heck out of me. I believe (based on my 5 minute memory) that the guy that did the jump was French, so...
Tooting for Tuesday.
Did you see Google search's Doodle today? I think that the background changes if you view the Doodle more than once. Clever stuff. It won't show in the Doodle list page for a few days.

More for Monday!

Who sent me the following joke on April 17, 2010? Anyone we know?

The doctor tells a guy that he only has 24 hours to live. So he runs home to his wife and tells her, "I've only got 24 hours to live. Can we make love one last time?"

"Of course, honey," she replies, and they go to bed.

He' up 4 hours later and he wakes her up. "Honey, could we do the deed one last time? I've only got 20 hours to live and it could be our last time."

"Sure, honey," she replies, and they at it again.

It's 4 hours later and again he wakes her up. "Honey, I only have 16 hours left, and is it possible . . ."

"Sure," she says, and they have another go.

Another 4 hours later, he nudges her awake and says, "I've realized I only have 12 hours left now. Could we possibly . . ."

"OK," she says, and they do.

Another 4 hours pass, then he asks her again. "I only have 8 hours left now. Do you think we do it one last time?"

"Fine," she sighs, "I suppose it's the least I can do in the circumstances," and they have sex again.

Four hours later, he wakes her again. "Honey, I've just realized . . ."

"Listen," she snaps, "you may not have to get up in the morning, but I do."
You are always relevant, even when you aren't relevant. Oooooo, deep!
Sloppy Sunday.
Friday Frolics...

Here is a wildlife prize winning (from BBC & some organization that's leaked out of my head) photo taken by a guy in Brazil. The leopards had, as the expression goes, just done it, and the female (left in photo) was lying on a river bank in what both the male leopard and the photographer took as a provocative pose. Wasn't the male surprised at the female's reaction to his advance?

As it later developed, after the extremely stressful foreplay, they went off into the brush & did it again.

As W.C. Fields might have said, "It all reminds me of a date I once had..."
"Taxi looks fun. Is it in any way related to Taxi Driver?"

You're kidding, of course.

Taxi was a pretty good show & the woman that played Elaine was eye candy. What more can one ask?

Barney Miller (NY Police Station setting) was also a good sit-com from that general era. Both Barney Miller & Taxi were set in NYC. Both were also kind of gritty.
Wacko Wednesday. Old sit-com, "Taxi."

Bonus... A promo piece for Chicago acappella.
I didn't know there was such a thing as "Musical Mondays..." But I'll take it.

The acoustics were not-so-hot, but the vocals and the piece were very nice. Icelandic tune in a German RR station. Another 'recording' of the same piece was somewhat cleaner, but still far from perfect.

Here is my contribution to Musical Mondays. Chicago acappella's 20th anniversary. The chant and similar pieces are quite nice. Note the Marge Simpson item.


Whatever that means. But it sounds good and it's 33% better than threesooth.
" ...obsessing over the word 'Quibble...' for hours. "

'You win...' I don't win unless you hand me your sword hilt, not point, first and I get to snap it in half.

I didn't know that 'pun' had such lascivious overtones. Not that Urban Dictionary is some academic authority...

This word play stuff is giving me a headache.

" modern?"

Don't quibble with me, man! :)

Just for the heck of it, I looked up "quibble." It also means, somewhat archaically, a pun... The highest form of humor (maybe).

Well I was first drawn to Invention (After Bach) which was indeed Bachish to coin a word. It was fine, although I listened at random to another 5 or 6 pieces which really are too modern and note random for my old tastes. When I said, "There is no god but Bach, the elder," that says it all in my classical music tastes. I can take the boys from the 1800s, & Benjamin Britten, etc. My old rule of thumb was, "If the composer was born in the 20th century, it isn't likely to be my cup of java." I like life in my music in general and some driven rhythm.

But then I turn around and fight to listen to and like Olivier Messiaen, such as Vingt regards sur l'enfant-Jésus.
"Wow. You've been holding on to that joke for 26 days. Now that's commitment."

Naw, I couldn't remember what the original punch line was from Sept 5th, so I made up "Ben knocking for 26 days." Thought it fit pretty well.

I've noticed quite a few of the Google doodles over the past couple of years. When I ran into the Debussy doodle, I thought that it was quite clever and I liked the story that went with it. Then I got hooked.

Public Landing is pretty informal, although quite a lovely space and building. We actually ate outside; a lovely day. On their patio, they permit diners with well behaved dogs and that is where we ate. Not that anyone had a dog with them (indirect low ball compliment for spouses).

I've got RadioLab bookmarked for future exploration. Thanks.
Ben knocking For 26 days. :)
Knock, knock...
There is no god but Bach, the elder. Chris Thile via Glenn Gould is close, though.
Here is Google's list set up by year and by date of all their Google Doodles (you will note that there is a Google $tore, of cour$e). And, here is the UK's Guardian newspaper"s page devoted to Google's doodles. How did I ever survive w/o the Guardian?

I spent way more time than I should have this morning on 2013 & 2012 on Google's links trying to figure which Goodle's doodles were action packed. Most are not mobility designed, much less interactive. Here are a few varied good ones just to whet your appetite:

The 107h Anniversary of Winsor McCay's Little Nemo in Slumberland; 8 or so levels and you keep clicking to get to them.

Maurice Sendak's 85th Birthday. Clickable.

Valentine's Day and George Ferris' 154th Birthday. Keep clicking on the lower heart.

Slalom Canoe 2012. A game.

46th Anniversary of Star Trek's 1st Broadcast. Click repeatedly on the thing in the front foreground.

200th Anniversary of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Click away.
Check out Google search's Debussy doodle --- clever! Link added.
You know, if you happened to be in Chicago October 19-20, 2013 and had a little (actually, a lot) time to kill, you could do the architectural tour to end all architectural tours.Free! Cool! Need fast car!
We're going with friends to Public Landing, a favorite restaurant in Lockport, Illinois (a SW Chicago suburb) in a lovely 1838 limestone building called the Gaylord Building. And, here is Part Two on the Gaylord Building. It's right along the historic Illinois and Michigan Canal, which was built at that time.

The area southwest of Chicago in the general Joliet area is loaded with limestone and many of the older (mostly) buildings were built of limestone. Some of the towns in the area have fallen on tough economic times which is, of course, too bad. But a positive side effect is that the old limestone buildings haven't been torn down and replaced, so the streetscapes in some areas are lovely (You need some imagination sometimes to see through the junk ad signs and building "modernizations," etc). Joliet has a history museum which, initially, I resisted visiting since many smaller and/or poorer towns have kind of lame museums. I was wrong, it's quite fun and interesting. Okay, okay, I made a mistake.
We in the Maps & Atlases yakking group have been playing a game called geoguessr. It's a challenge, taxing and fun. Should you want to join, here is the url for the series - see my entry of early today. If you do, you might play a practice round at
Here is a favorite review of June 9, 2013, just the first sentence.

My wife just got this from the library and I got down about 1/4 of it and I'm toying with writing a review saying, "Not funny. Good fire starter, though." Which is pretty much what I think; I don't want to go down as churlish, however. It's surprisingly popular. Actually, Bill Geist is okay on TV for 5 minutes and strikes me as a nice guy.
The Night Circus reviews blow me away in one respect... The people on LT that have reviewed the book amount to about 11% of those that have the book (Okay, I'm a numbers guy). I haven't seen any books with anywhere near that high percentage of reviews. Apparently, the book shakes people awake if nothing else. Your review was a little wordy, I'm afraid. Sarcasm alert...

The ratings are either at the 1 & 2 end or (most) at the 4 or 5 end of things. Few 3s.

Here is an excerpt from a review that caught my nose (not my eye), "So how does this turd end?"

One review, which I can't find now in the 500+ reviews, said something like, "I wanted to slather myself with Purell after reading this."

Re: Magnolia - I'm still sweating. Not perspiring, mind you, sweating.

Ping-Pong in bed?
"Here's the hero that inspired me to take up dancing again."

I thought sure that you were going to refer to these persons. You fooled me again.
Love the "Scottish lass and song" and "The Districts."

More beer pushing; clever stuff.
George Eliot isn't a man?
Hey, mon! This be my park...
Option A is you, right? A nonviolent, musical kind of guy.
I didn't know that monkeyfying was legal in the US. You learn something new every day. I don't know what I'll do with this one, however.
Sick But amusing...
In honor of German day!
I'm trying to decide where I belong. So far, I lean toward the second one from the bottom on the right side. What do you think?





Happy 9th of July! ??&%@)_
Phronesis. Part Two.
Phronesis. Not typical for my ears, but interesting in an almost 1950-1960s way.
Connie Francis???? She was popular when I was a kid. And that, in part, was why I didn't generally like pop music then. And, Lawrence Welk. The equivalent of the over cooked over dressed food of the day.

Thanks for your kind words about my photos. The good ones are my equivalent of the 3 billion monkeys typing away and, next thing you know, one of them comes up with the Gettysburg Address.

Have you seen Google's widget for today on their search page?
Capital reserve spread sheet is history unless some questions come up later. How dare they question me??? Board meeting went well on the subject last night. Yippee!
Great cartoon. Funny how the comments veered so strongly into how John Oliver is doing in Jon Stewart's job. I love Oliver (more than Colbert, I must say). I've never seen him do a bad job.
Okay, what idiot came up with the 100 meter scroll? You owe me a new mouse (Yes, I still use a mouse, so what?).

Yea, reddit is a time sink. I sink enough of my none-too-much-left-time w/o reddit." I do peek occasionally.

You look good wrapped on the hood, oops, bonnet, of a car driven by a deer.

"Flatmates," "bonnet," "unsound..." What kind of language is that? Damn Brits should learn English!
Thx btw for the link on church repurposing.
Atlas of True Names, Amazon reviews. Couldn't be more different.
Land of Those That Speak Normally. Hey, they caught me 100%!
Well, the beer cost at that old timey tap is quite attractive. Maybe we can buy and resell a few kegs and finance ourselves that way. I love music but, unfortunately, have zero - maybe less - talent or skill. Other than listening, of course. Although people might pay me to be quiet. Hush money, so to speak!
Mox Nix on TBB viewing location. It is interesting if you know Chicago and can recognize some of the shooting venues though.
Are you Elwood or Jake?
Thanks! I had to add an extra note to my review of The Filth too.
How about, "No, no, it's too deep and way to hot..."? Or, how about, "Extra room for rent. Bring your own shovel?"

86 year old gymnast. Pretty good, not fast, but controlled and impressive. We should be so lucky at 86. So I nailed the mud wrestler stuff?
P. S. I love the guy behind the red truck pointing at the flame throwing hot rod, probably saying, "George, it's over here. You gotta see this."
This is where free range chickens live. Really free range!

You can have eggs, but no chicken parts. Although, parts is parts...

I think I'm losing my appetite for eggs and chicken parts.

Cluck again!
What? Do you have an interest in a pig farm? Bacon pancakes!

They will start a fund for major repairs and replacements. i think that they got sick of getting surprised with dead furnaces, leaking roofs, etc.

Some years ago, the lake house kitchen was remodeled and I toyed with the idea of an "instant" water heater for the kitchen. It takes 3 days to get hot water up there, which is pretty wasteful. I chickened out, which I regret. Turns our that the nonprofit has one in their kitchen and it works beautifully. Rats, I'm sorry I didn't do it.
:) heh!

I'm just doing peachy; kinda... My two big projects:

1) Redo our 30 year old brick 12 X 12 foot patio which has sunk in spots, weathered nicely and looks like it belongs to a fire ravaged Gone With the Wind house. Meaning, I see it as charmingly decrepit and my wife sees it as just plain decrepit and a project for me to do. At the tedious rate I'm going, I'll be done in 2028. I'd say I'm about 10% finished. And, I mean the word 'finished' in the broadest sense. Durer is such an amusing guy!

2) As a foolish volunteer, I'm doing a construction component cost study for a nonprofit which wants to set up a capital reserve fund and annual deposits for major repairs and replacements on three office buildings they own. I keep telling them that the estimates are only the starting point for the law of compensating errors (Ooooo, karma and all that stuff, man!). They think I'm kidding... It's due at the end of this month for a board meeting. Fortunately, this one is something like 95% done. Unless they want me to change something. In which case, I'm quoting the Rosicrucians, man. Cool, confusing and groovy. The board will be impressed and lost.
You might like this. Or, not...
you alive fellow?
This is perfect for you! Have a nice time and send some cheese to me. Thanks!
I've seen similar things before, but perhaps this will help you on your way through life? Feel free to zap this, it's long...

Lesson 1:

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.

The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.

When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor

Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves..

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.

When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'

'It was Bob the next door neighbor she replies.

'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'

Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Lesson 2:

A priest offered a Nun a lift.

She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.

The priest nearly had an accident.

After regaining control of the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.

The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest removed his hand, but after changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'

Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily
and went on her way.

On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'

Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

Lesson 3:
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and their manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.

They rub it and a Genie comes out.

The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'

'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'

Puff! She's gone.

'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'

Puff! He's gone.

'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.

The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'

Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 4
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'

The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson 5
A turkey was chatting with a bull.

'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'

'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients.'

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story:
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there...

Lesson 6
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him..

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.

The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy;

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend; and

(3) When you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!

A cartoon about geoguessr. They have arrived! I used to think you arrived when there was an entry for you in wikipedia. Personally, I haven't arrived anywhere. Sniff...
It's just you!
P.S. regarding last picture; "Damn plastic cars."

BTW, if you speak 5 to 7 languages, does that mean you speak sometimes with a forked tongue?
No offence...
Nina K is interesting; combos of items with a message...

Reddit. What can anyone say?

I think I'm becoming addicted to geoguessr. I assume the pages that pop up are random. One drop was in the middle of farm fields in what looked like a poor latin american country. Utterly flat, nothing but grain fields, houses and barns and you could walk the little yellow guy until he dropped dead w/o any signs, people or other clues. After trudging along forever, I just picked a random site in southern Mexico. Silly me. It was in Brazil. Right concept, though. Kinda.

Geoguessr has given me a new respect for Google's search functions. And, I don't have any idea how they do the little yellow guy view deal so seamlessly. It also must cost big buckssssssss! - Even at low wages for the drivers and car bit all over the world.

Happy Spring!
Here is a great time sink hole called geoguessr. It's quite simple conceptually.

Basically the site drops you and the little yellow guy on Google Maps that walks down the street showing what you would see if you were driving there. It can be anywhere in the world where Google has done that mapping and photographing.

The idea is to come as close as you can to zeroing in on the location where they drop you. It's really interesting and easiest if you're in a town or city (because of signs, language, architecture, etc). If you're in the middle of rural nowhere without any stores, street or road signs or other identification, it's very tough. You get 5 different locations, one at a time and for each you get more points the closer you are to guessing the actual location. Believe it or not, I had three drops where my picked location was less than 2 kilometers from the actual location; those were big points. My high score is 18000 (something). On the other hand, I had one early drop off when I wasn't on even the right continent!

It's very absorbing, especially if you like maps, geography, puzzles...
An almost unlimited supply of old black & white weird photos from a site called 'Black and WTF.'
Here, in case you are curious, is a work on speaking 'Wisconsin.' Northern Illinois, especially in rural areas is similar. You never know when you are flying from west to east coast and you're diverted here because of weather or other reasons, such as a 40,000 foot drop in altitude... If there is a 40,001 foot drop, the information may be moot. :(
Okay, my final offer. Buy my first car; well used...
Okay, this is your opportunity of a lifetime. I am going to divulge to you the secret to obtaining great wealth without sweat, work or jail time.

I go to Home Depot on April 13th and buy something for a charge of $110.07. I get home and realize that I bought the wrong thing. I go right back and to the refund desk. Get my credit refund which, frankly, I don't look at. Today I get my Visa bill and notice the credit; it's $111.12. I made $1.05 in a few minutes!

Wow, all I have to do is buy bigger stuff and eliminate the trip back home and then back to Home Depot and I'm rolling in bucks. You can share in this largess since you're a friend and won't squeal.

If this works for you, a small gift would be nice. Maybe something like this. Just for spilling. K?

Re: Nathan (Doesn't he sell hot dogs?)

I'll never know and I think I like it better that way.

A very short two person play in one act...

First person: Atlantic Cites is an interesting resource. Today's issue has an article captioned, 'An Architectural Reflection of George W. Bush: The Bush Presidential Center will include a library, museum, and think tank.'

Second Person: That's a common thing after a president leaves the White House. The building is conservative and handsome.

First Person: And, how appropriate is that appellation, "conservative?" We'll leave the "handsome" part for another day.

Second Person: You seem to have a chip on your shoulder.

First Person: Well, I do have a problem with the building having a library for a proudly non-reading president, much less having a think tank for a president whose thought process was limited unless his Vice President or the Secretary of War, oops, Secretary of Defense, helped him out.

Second Person: Well! We certainly know what your opinion might be...

First Person: Damn right!

Curtain falls...
Error alert; April 19,2013 at 9:32 PM.
A relative is a head hunter (HR type, no spear) and told me about Glassdoor, a site with employee reviews of employers. Really gives a different perspective compared to the normal looking in from the outside view of companies as good, bad or indifferent. CEOs are graded as well (far fewer CEOs reviewed compared to job reviews). Anyway, it's kind of an interesting view. It would be interesting to see a study on how the ratings (1 to 5 stars) correlate to actual company performance (stock market wise) over the years.

My very favorite review, "Come in, work, work, work, go home."
Just dandy, thank you. As you might have heard/read we have had deluge out here. Our little town had 6 inches of water overnight. Do you remember the George Carlin humor on Noah and the flood? "How long can you tread water?" There is a gold mine in the link; why, you could carry on a good conversation just throwing out his tidbits.

Fortunately in terms of flooding , both at home and away, we are near the top of a fair size hill (by Illinois standards).

I still vote for the chauffeur"s job. Vacuous or not.

Here is a freebie about your area in the form of a new Google service. Actually, it took 30 minutes after viewing the video before my eyes could focus again.
"I never want to work a day in my life."

Forgive me my maudliness (work with me, I'm coining a word here), but I've been so lucky in my work life... While your statement as applied to yours truly wasn't true 100% of the time (Munn's work philosophy: Anything interesting, challenging and worth doing is sometimes aggravating) for yours truly, it was generally true. For falling into a career somewhat by chance, I've been very fortunate.


"But if I want to get rich by stealing from the people, I'd go into politics. ;)"

Unfortunately, ain't that the truth!

I don't know why this popped up in a recent search I did, seemingly totally unrelated to the search, but it's striking (pun intended). I also have no idea why the word "owned" shows there either. Life is a mystery.

"Bristol Zoo Car Park Attendant - Best Scam Ever" Great scam if true.

But, it doesn't seem to be... Inspirational, though. :)
I was not "had" on April 1st. Or, at least if I was I don't know it yet. ??? :(

Sometimes you get lucky, according to the UK's Guardian.
Having just come back from 2 1/2 weeks in Florida, I sympathize with your comments on drivers down there.
Hey, thanks for the list of games. We'll be checking them out. I do love playing cards, although we have a long running contest - men vs women - we started way ahead and the women have been catching up with us. Damn!

I have very fond memories of Boston, even though Bostonians drive like idiots, stupid round-abouts - an invention of the devil. One of the insurance companies that we used to sell commercial real estate loans to was based just outside of Boston. A guy there just a little younger than me (this is when I was about 29 or 30) loved history and architecture as much as I did. When I came into town, he'd take a couple of days vacation and we'd poke around town. Always interesting there and he was a good guy to have a beer with (although pre-Cheers).
Now for sale, access to Washington Post...
You know, The Miserables would be more appropriate for the North Korean army, don't you think?

The goose step marching, rote clapping, etc is eerily reminiscent of a guy named Adolph in a country named Germany and a guy named Benito in a country named Italy just prior and during to WW II. Pardon me while I toss my cookies.

Munn's rule of marching... The more exaggerated and goofy (a technical term related to marching; you wouldn't understand :) ) the marching, the more aggressive and obnoxious the country.

The stuff on Londongrad and Russian money laundering is scary stuff, too. Although with a few "unfortunate deaths."

Ah, food stamps... Same issue in many places, including areas in Chicago and 'burbs. Sudden infusion of food stamps, cascading out, then the depths for three weeks, plus or minus.
Salton Sea. Really appealing.
Well, we do have mosquitos. I'll give you earthquakes and raise you tornados (including in Chicago proper). Spring breakers, did I hear a complaint? We don't have spring breakers is the lack of warmth at spring break. We do have quite nice beaches along Lake Michigan. Okay, we really, really do... And, this...

Salton Sea... Ummm?
"Anyway, about band names" link. Moan! Apparently, you are a plagiarizing punster. Mind you, I'm not above plagiarizing either.

The above is a shot of the pond behind our house. And, if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you. Easy payments for the rest of your living days. Low interest rates! :)

This is kinda like free association. I'm getting a headache. Marvin's Uncle. Actually, I have no idea, but another very smart Minsky nonetheless... And, this one I've read printed output from...
So, ILL_Show_Myself_Out, punster extraordinary, is you? Ah-ha!
You gotta love reddit. Or, expressed mathematically: reddit = time sink

I'll raise your profitless 4 gig memory stick via carrier pigeon with a carrier pigeon with a simple note that made a ton of money 200 years ago. We banker-lender types are single minded, aren't we?
Connection keeps bogging down. I'm on via cell tower/Verizon & I'm in 3G now. Did about 6 minutes and couldn't stand it stop/starting. Maybe when I'm back in 4G...

Your pal, Gunga Din.

Would that the physique was mine; I'd pass on the gun pointed at me and the wide eyed look. (Do people use semicolons anymore? I don't see much of them)
Ah, you may recall my 'fondness' for Dylan's music...
Now, if only I had musical talent other than humming, which seems to be in low demand...
I had an idea to start two bands as did my friend, too. I know no other information. Nein!

To get to the other side...
To who? Or, to whom?

(Acadia vs arcadia - someone once told me that, if it was arcadia, it would be related to an arcade and it isn't. So there! Not that I'm comparing me to him...)
"Circadian rhythm," what a great name for a band. If they were down in Louisiana (or, eastern Canada), they could be the 'Acadian Circadian Rhythm.'
Who's there?
Dwayne de bath, I’m dwowning.
Knock, knock, knock...
Is that from something? It sounds unfortunately realistic.
Your 1-11-13 Image Comment:

"Comment on this image. Image comments only appear on your own profile page and the image page itself.

You'd own a Lincoln."

I did own a used '65 Lincoln, note suicide rear doors. A classic boat, I think.
If only they would sit and listen to blips of the heart. One of my least favorite anesthesiologists would sit at the head of the table all wrapped in a blanket (it's always cold in surgery) reading sailing magazines and checking his stocks. We often wondered if he even knew there was a patient involved. Whenever I hear a Pollock joke I always change Pollock to anesthesiologist. Works just fine.
Woody Allen and death. :)
So, you go to Walgreens and have prints made from those WW I plates?

The pics are very cool as is the story in general. I think I mentioned a while back of my interest in early photo processes. I chickened out after I found that most of the chemicals used were really, really toxic.

In a similar vein... In SW Wisconsin there is an art show that we have gone to 4 or 5 times. Basically, the deal is going from artist studio to artist studio (frequently also the homes of the artists). It's really very interesting. One of the artists in Mineral Point (minerals as in lead mining in the 1800s mostly, if you're interested) had what looked like a 1920s brick auto dealership crammed with art related stuff. There is hardly any room to walk. Obviously, we are over the cliff on the obsessive side and he lived there in the mess.

The artist is quite elderly and all I could think about were his kids (probably in their 60s themselves) getting stuck with all this stuff. But, who knows, there could be some values in the mess. I happened to talk to a town policeman and mentioned the artist. He said, "Oh, yeah, George; we check on him every day."
The exact opposite of the Pruitt Igoe demolition video. Are you fluent in Japanese? Or, even the least bit conversant?
I did see the NY Times article "Rescued by a Bailout, A.I.G. May Sue Its Savior." At first I thought it was a religious piece, but I figured it out... The past 4-5 year mess has been a wonder. All the US and European fines of banks for billion$, etc and NO ONE has gone to jail. Corporations don't do things - good or bad - without humans at the helm. Maybe the governments were afraid that, if they started down the path of jail penalties, there wouldn't be anyone but the tellers left to run the banks. That might not be so bad.

Missed the NPR piece on "On the Map." (on On???) Looks interesting. Thx.
Thanks for your note on Economix. Any relation to Tom Mix? Small joke, but cool hat. You would look good... Giddyup!

Our great statesmen that run this place did a fine job of kicking the can down the road again. It's getting to be a regular thing, the ever retreating fiscal cliff. Even babies have caught on to them.

You're just doing peachy keen, I hope, in this new year.
Happy New Year, yourself! And, Dumb and Dumber are apparently good music critics.
Here is my hint for reading enjoyment. If you don't subscribe, buy or go to the library and read The Economist's double issue dated December 22, 2012 through January 4, 2013. I promise that you will not be disappointed. I was especially entranced by A Rough Guide to Hell. The Economist is a great magazine (I know that they call themselves a "newspaper" but, whatever...).
Happy Holidays of whatever persuasion.

I didn't get your gift out early enough. There is a person going over the Rockies in a 'vette (your ideal car on snow). If that person makes it it's yours. Await at the curb; if you leave and that person comes, that person can keep the car. You know, that person might just make it with a change of tires.

In the meantime, I've had the flu (appropriate commiseration here). I haven't had it in 30 years, I'll bet. Oh, well.
Bronchitis is rampant in the west suburbs of Chicago. Me, I'm going down to the basement to hide. What a holiday season; we've already cancelled out on 4 dinners or lunches mooching on others and 1 dinner we were supposed to have. On the sunny side, a couple that throws a dinner bash for my wife's book club (how appropriate) and spouses alway gives out instant winner lottery cards to each person. Never paid for a lottery card in my life & I got a $200 instant prize. Whoo-whoo, can you say, "pure profit?". I think I'll retire.

Also on the sunny side is the appearance of Renee Fleming at the Lyric Opera in Chicago. Eye and voice candy! Okay, I'm a sexist pig...
Another crappy day brought to us by the politicians of America, brought to their knees by the NRA.
I started The Warrior's Apprentice and am loving it, but I can't help but see Miles as Peter Dinklage. I know Miles is 5' tall and Dinklage is only 4'5", but they share the same intelligence and self deprecating humor (as seen in Game of Thrones)
I've heard for so long that I should read Bujold. I guess it's about time. I don't like space opera, but I'm hoping it's much more than that.
A teddy bear defiling dog - guess you don't need to be Scottish to have one or 4 of those.
Incase you're looking for entertainment this holiday season:
Hey, wait a minute... Under the heading of something for the wife... I would be the roommate in question. Have I been dissed? Do you know how sloppy I am?

I did particularly like the blue tooth talking gloves and the map gift paper. On the latter one, I thought it was expensive until I noticed that it was 100 feet of gift paper. Others will get tired of the same old map gift wrap, gift after gift after gift, etc?
Someone actually bought this for $61??? Tell me that it wasn't you!
Thx. It was for sale at Fallingwater at almost twice the Amazon price. It is a beautifully photographed book.

What no review of the Hungover Cookbook? Or, Cooking for Geeks? Is there a message here? 'Bout time you learned to cook and be self sufficient.

My personal cooking claim to fame is spaghetti sauce which my "kids," especially my daughter, love. It isn't a weenie runny sauce; a spoon stuck in it stands upright.
Mid-East history lesson, etc... Cool!

Blow up videos from St Louis... Nothing like implosion video.

Another from St Louis, not so benign - our tax dollars at work - lives messed with...
Abbreviated history of the middle east:

P.S. How long did you work on your "Quick Facts?"

P.P.S. i screwed up the Coke picture link, but I'm too lazy to fix it...
For me??? Shucks!

I've probably told you this early on but, when I first got on the internet in 1993 (A.D.), I actually went to a dial up service provider called Interaccess (their dial in map points) in suburban Chicago to sign up. The room was filled with guys under 22 or so, rats nest wiring and gallons of Coke, etc. But, it worked...
That is a creepy story.
How's that for timing. I just started Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell today. Maybe I'll be finished with the book by the time they're finished with the adaptation. I'm liking it so far. As for The Walking Dead - I just can't get interested in zombies. I liked that funny movie where the survivors are trying to kill them in the most unique ways, but that's because of the humor. Smelly old brain eaters on their own just don't do it for me.
I hope you enjoy your vampire movie. The other night I decided to watch Twilight since you mentioned it. And I did not totally understand it, which I guess doesn't speak well of me.

Today I saw 30 Days of Night, which I kind of like.

Happy Thanksgiving!
Evidently dogs are overly concerned about robots. Maybe he'd just overdosed on Will Smith.
My kids loved Mr. Rogers. Even an atheist has to agree, the man was something special. Of course, he wasn't a venture capitalist, so didn't amount to anything worthwhile in the eyes of the vulture.
This ol' grannie don't know from tumblers. I'm already spending way too much time of my real life on this little machine.
Congrats are due only for having a totally awesome grandson. The team takes a great picture, but they're the losingest team ever. We finally won 2 games in the last tournament and almost didn't know what to do with ourselves.
haiku summary for PAX ROMANA: work in "in hoc signos vinces"
But, can Romney ride a motorcycle?
Yikes, I'm having a dog induced seizure.
And in response to your being tired of seeinf nude people in public - I can't say that's happened to me. I have grown very weary of folk who forget that there's a step they need ti take after wakung up in the mirning and before leaving the house - like change out of their pajamas.
My gastronomic habits have been blessed! Oh, what a happy day!
I got dizzy... And, quit...
Common Cause... It'll be a very long road and battle to get rid of the Citizens United ruling. I may not be around, celebrate w/o me if so.

The last two - I think - times that you changed your LT moniker, the new name appeared all over the place, replacing your old name on my page & elsewhere. So far, on my page, at least, you are still the same, good old (every time I hear this phrase, I think of Jimmy Stewart) one-horse.library. It must take LT some time to catch up.
Public nudity - in theory I have nothing against it, but you just need clothes for so many things. I think of nude bike rides and shudder.
I gotta share this with you... As I said at 5;42 pm yesterday, I've been trolling about on the internet looking for unusual maps and stumbled upon some neat graphic pseudo maps of meeting conversations on a web site which is related to DePaul University in Chicago. From that I learned that the graphic was done by Brandy Agerbeck of LooseTooth.

Here is a cool sample using the Wizard of Oz "trip"...

On a different note, how long have you been someone else...Dances with Words? I should be more observant and you apparently are the chameleon of LT.
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Heck of a profit margin, let me know if it works.
And several other places since the election.
I loved the pre universal suffrage imagined prexy 2012 maps. Interesting and informative stuff. While old white guys - a cohort to which I reluctantly belong - have widely been reported as "losers," I am one in the cohort, however, with a big smile as a result of the election. And, that smile includes Citizenjoyce's friend, to whose campaign I coughed up for the first time (to a candidate I couldn't vote for...). I hope that she is the tough cookie she appears to be.

As long as we're on "maps," I've been wandering around the fountain-of-all-knowledge, the internet, looking for unusual, fanciful, wildly inaccurate, imaginative and made up maps. Here are two I'll share with you... ONE - a little too much schnapps here, even for 1500 - and - TWO - from The Phantom Tollbooth, a kids book.
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And that's a man happily holding the sign? It's a good, good day in the neighborhood. Elizabeth Warren, at last.
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And we did!
See you next month!
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