My wife and I frequently attend our local symphony that is highly regarded among mid sized American cities. Our first cellist is a young Russian of some world renown. Though I rarely sit in the front section, the way the orchestra is laid out, everybody can see the concertmaster (primo violinist) and also the first cellist who is always to the immediate right of the conductor as you look towards the stage. Since the musicians are elevated on the stage it can be a little hard to assess their actual size. Our cellist is notable for very short hair and a cherubic look.
So I'm in this organic grocery store eating a sandwich when this young man walks to a table with his sandwich. He's mid-sized, a cherubic face and has a short haircut. However he's wearing knee length basketball shorts and a Tee shirt with sandals; pretty casually attired. I keep looking, he reminds me our our symphony's cellist. Hmm - Finally I work up the nerve walk over to catch his attention and ask him if he plays the cello. He looks puzzled then responds, "Yes I do." I tell him I have enjoyed his work in the symphony and he seems pleased. I ask him how often he is recognized and he states, "all most never."
We have a brief discussion as to whether or not the concertmaster is more often recognized, Alexei responds; "of course, he's the boss." But in the classical music world, it's possible Alexei is more famous. He is superb. It was fun chatting with him; seemed like a nice young man.
Sunday, July 08, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Dr. Sanity: VICTIMHOOD, THE UNKNOWN IDEAL !
Dr. Sanity: VICTIMHOOD, THE UNKNOWN IDEAL !
Excellent post. There ARE real victims but declaring yourself a victim/survivor because you attended a church that you felt uncomfortable with, that's pretty pathetic "victimization."
Excellent post. There ARE real victims but declaring yourself a victim/survivor because you attended a church that you felt uncomfortable with, that's pretty pathetic "victimization."
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
DEEMABLE TECH
Fascinating podcasts regarding modern tech stuff; Windows, Mac, Iphones/Droid phones, and all things deemable. Deemable Tech; your chance to keep current with some funny guys.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
6 a.m.
It's early Sunday morning and I'm at my cubicle getting ready to start reviewing files. The 3 story building is totally empty but it's secure and the quiet doesn't bother me. I like working when it's quiet. I do enjoy the people I work with but my focus is better when it's just me. Since I'm a "contractor," I don't have set hours, I can work when I want as long as I can get into the building and the computerized system isn't down for repairs/upgrades/time-outs. We'll see how much I get done this a.m. before I head off to church.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
BICYCLE SEATS
I've owned a number of racing bicycles over the years and even more racing bicycle seats. They LOOK uncomfortable and frankly they are to a greater or lesser degree. But it is the narrowness of the seat ( which is inherently uncomfortable ) that makes it possible to sit atop it for hours at a time without destroying the flesh of one's inner thigh. They are far more comfortable than they used to be and a good expensive seat uses high tech materials to both give and hold shape conforming to the rider's buttocks. If you find a comfortable seat, you'll hold on to it as long as you can. But eventually they lose their elasticity, become ever more uncomfortable until you give up; go to the local bike store and plunk down a hundred or so samolians in the hopes of buying a little more comfort. ( You can't buy a quality bike seat at Target or Walmart. Ain't gonna happen.)
Over the years; you adapt. I no longer know what a truly comfortable seat is like because on racing bikes, they don't exist. You simply become accustomed to permanent discomfort and reach the place where you simply don't think about the pain unless you're on a several hour ride. Then you just live with it.
Two items that are immensely helpful are the black, spandex biking shorts with an insert in the crotch. A couple of decades back, the shorts were made of wool and had a real, honest-to-goodness chamois in the crotch. You can still buy them but they are mega expensive. But now the spandex shorts come with just some synthetic fabric that is a figure 8 shaped pad of sorts. ( No, you don't wear underwear under the shorts. Underwear has hems, which can chafe you, and are also likely to become creased, which can also chafe you. It's just you, the insert and the spandex.). The pants make a HUGE difference in the comfort level of the ride.
A second helpful item for the long rides is something called "Butt-R." It's a lubricant that theoretically keeps the pain down. It works for awhile. I always found the name quite clever. "Butt-R" indeed.
So there you have a brief post on the seriously uncomfortable, but totally necessary, narrow bicycle seat.
Over the years; you adapt. I no longer know what a truly comfortable seat is like because on racing bikes, they don't exist. You simply become accustomed to permanent discomfort and reach the place where you simply don't think about the pain unless you're on a several hour ride. Then you just live with it.
Two items that are immensely helpful are the black, spandex biking shorts with an insert in the crotch. A couple of decades back, the shorts were made of wool and had a real, honest-to-goodness chamois in the crotch. You can still buy them but they are mega expensive. But now the spandex shorts come with just some synthetic fabric that is a figure 8 shaped pad of sorts. ( No, you don't wear underwear under the shorts. Underwear has hems, which can chafe you, and are also likely to become creased, which can also chafe you. It's just you, the insert and the spandex.). The pants make a HUGE difference in the comfort level of the ride.
A second helpful item for the long rides is something called "Butt-R." It's a lubricant that theoretically keeps the pain down. It works for awhile. I always found the name quite clever. "Butt-R" indeed.
So there you have a brief post on the seriously uncomfortable, but totally necessary, narrow bicycle seat.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Bicycling thru Life
I lived on a little semi cul-de-sac in an L.A. suburb when I was growing up. There were 13 boys within 5 years of my age on this one little street and we were always playing something. Everything I learned about sports and arguing I learned on Helmer Dr.
My mother, wisely, thought that little boys with too much privacy might find trouble so her iron-clad rule with me was; you can't be in anybody's house and you can't be in their back yard. Stay in the front yards or on the street and ask before you go up or down the street. By the time I reached 14, I was absolutely sick of this rule. I still had to ask Mom if I wanted to go down the street. Then my older cousin, Tom, gave me an old bicycle of his.
[It was actually a strange bike; it had the racing type frame and the narrower tires but it was a 1 speed. Who ever heard of a one speed racing type bike? But I digress.]
My parents began to let me ride around the city. I STILL had to ask permission to go down the street but I was now able to get on my bike and ride all over the city without telling Mom in advance where I was going; often I didn't know. So with my cousin's bike, I discovered freedom and mobility. My love affair with the bike had begun.
Now my Dad, raised under a less suspicious regime, had spent his boyhood riding all over Los Angeles with his cousin and best friend Bill Bailey. So when I showed an interest in riding around, he ultimately supported me against my more fearful and concerned Mom. Then when I was 14, I talked them into letting me ride 30 miles to my grandma's house in Hermosa Beach one summer. We are talking L.A. when there were NO bike lanes, No colorful spandex to warn others, NO arroyos to ride, only big cars and wacky drivers and life threatening smog. Even now I'm astounded they let me do that. I remember being rather frightened on the trip because I had only ridden to Grandma's sitting in the back seat of the family sedan so I was pioneering a new route to Grandmas not at all positive where I was at any one time.( I'm pretty sure I had a map but at 14, who knows how to read a map?) I was quite relieved when I got there without getting lost. (This pre-dated the cell phone age by several decades, I'm not sure I could have handled a public phone to even tell anybody I was lost. I was that sheltered.)
But I got to Grandma's spent the week body-surfing and then rode the bike back home feeling like I had outpointed Christopher Columbus in the conquest of the unknown and the exhibition of bravery and daring-do.
Many decades later, I'm still biking. It's still an adventure, it's still fun.
More biking tales to come perhaps.
My mother, wisely, thought that little boys with too much privacy might find trouble so her iron-clad rule with me was; you can't be in anybody's house and you can't be in their back yard. Stay in the front yards or on the street and ask before you go up or down the street. By the time I reached 14, I was absolutely sick of this rule. I still had to ask Mom if I wanted to go down the street. Then my older cousin, Tom, gave me an old bicycle of his.
[It was actually a strange bike; it had the racing type frame and the narrower tires but it was a 1 speed. Who ever heard of a one speed racing type bike? But I digress.]
My parents began to let me ride around the city. I STILL had to ask permission to go down the street but I was now able to get on my bike and ride all over the city without telling Mom in advance where I was going; often I didn't know. So with my cousin's bike, I discovered freedom and mobility. My love affair with the bike had begun.
Now my Dad, raised under a less suspicious regime, had spent his boyhood riding all over Los Angeles with his cousin and best friend Bill Bailey. So when I showed an interest in riding around, he ultimately supported me against my more fearful and concerned Mom. Then when I was 14, I talked them into letting me ride 30 miles to my grandma's house in Hermosa Beach one summer. We are talking L.A. when there were NO bike lanes, No colorful spandex to warn others, NO arroyos to ride, only big cars and wacky drivers and life threatening smog. Even now I'm astounded they let me do that. I remember being rather frightened on the trip because I had only ridden to Grandma's sitting in the back seat of the family sedan so I was pioneering a new route to Grandmas not at all positive where I was at any one time.( I'm pretty sure I had a map but at 14, who knows how to read a map?) I was quite relieved when I got there without getting lost. (This pre-dated the cell phone age by several decades, I'm not sure I could have handled a public phone to even tell anybody I was lost. I was that sheltered.)
But I got to Grandma's spent the week body-surfing and then rode the bike back home feeling like I had outpointed Christopher Columbus in the conquest of the unknown and the exhibition of bravery and daring-do.
Many decades later, I'm still biking. It's still an adventure, it's still fun.
More biking tales to come perhaps.
Monday, June 18, 2012
UPSET CHRISTIAN (and NON CHRISTIAN) BLOGGERS
THE SPIRITUAL ABUSE SURVIVOR BLOGS NETWORK
No Longer Quivering – Vyckie Garrison
Roadkill on the Information Superhighway – Calulu
Love, Joy, Feminism – Libby Anne
The Phoenix and the Olive Branch – Sierra
Wordgazer’s Words – Kristen Rosser
Incongruous Circumspection – Joe Sands
Permission to Live – Melissa
Baptist Taliban and Beyond – Cindy Foster
Past Tense Present Progressive – Latebloomer
Dispelled: One Girl’s Journey in a Homeschool Cult - Chandra Bernat
Hopewell Takes on Life!
The Way Forward – Bruce Gerencser
Quiver Full of Information
Rethinking Vision Forum
Wartburg Watch
Beaverton Survivors
SGM Survivors
SGM Refuge
And so many more.
These allegedly Christian blogs are always upset at somebody or something. There commentors constitute an Amen chorus of upset people who are "shocked" "sickened" "stunned" "troubled" "horrified" "furious" "shaking" etc..
Reading the blogs one tends to think that the authors of the articles and authors of the comments just learned that mankind has a bent towards sin; even those in the church or ministry.
As for spiritual abuse; apparently it didn't exist until this century - at least that the impression you get if you're reading the blogs and their amen chorus.
Oh well, Solomon said, "there is nothing new under the son." I suspected the people under his kingship
also were "shocked" "sickened" "stunned" "troubled" "horrified" "furious" "shaking" etc..
No Longer Quivering – Vyckie Garrison
Roadkill on the Information Superhighway – Calulu
Love, Joy, Feminism – Libby Anne
The Phoenix and the Olive Branch – Sierra
Wordgazer’s Words – Kristen Rosser
Incongruous Circumspection – Joe Sands
Permission to Live – Melissa
Baptist Taliban and Beyond – Cindy Foster
Past Tense Present Progressive – Latebloomer
Dispelled: One Girl’s Journey in a Homeschool Cult - Chandra Bernat
Hopewell Takes on Life!
The Way Forward – Bruce Gerencser
Quiver Full of Information
Rethinking Vision Forum
Wartburg Watch
Beaverton Survivors
SGM Survivors
SGM Refuge
And so many more.
These allegedly Christian blogs are always upset at somebody or something. There commentors constitute an Amen chorus of upset people who are "shocked" "sickened" "stunned" "troubled" "horrified" "furious" "shaking" etc..
Reading the blogs one tends to think that the authors of the articles and authors of the comments just learned that mankind has a bent towards sin; even those in the church or ministry.
As for spiritual abuse; apparently it didn't exist until this century - at least that the impression you get if you're reading the blogs and their amen chorus.
Oh well, Solomon said, "there is nothing new under the son." I suspected the people under his kingship
also were "shocked" "sickened" "stunned" "troubled" "horrified" "furious" "shaking" etc..
Friday, June 15, 2012
Friday, late afternoon
It seems strange to have nothing on my agenda for the next several hours. I taped last night's NBA final but since my team lost, I'm not going to watch it. I like watching games where I already know the outcome and my team has won. It relieves a lot of stress. It's more efficient that way also. You get to skip the commercials and the fouls and the quarter/half-time reports. You can watch a 2 hour game in an hour. That's a plus. But as I noted; my team lost so I'll just erase those two hours.
Saturday, June 09, 2012
GERRY RAFFERTY
I hate it that Gerry Rafferty drank himself to death at the age of 63. As I'm writing this I'm listening to his last single, LIFE GOES ON, released in 2009. Obviously, at the end of his life, he could still write music; beautiful music and great lyrics. The one battle he didn't win was with himself.
They say his father was an abusive alcoholic; Gerry had at least one child, Martha, and she maintains the official website and has only nice things to say about her Dad. One thing of note, she says he had a serious work ethic; was always working on his music. He slept during the day, did his music at night, perhaps it was in the dark lonely hours that he drank. Apparently he hid his alcoholism quite successfully from people who knew him but it ultimately owned his soul.
I heard Gerry believed in Karma; which would fit in with his hit single, If You Get it Wrong You Get It Right Next Time. But his funeral was in a church in Scotland, a rare sunshiny day. He had friends, they mourned his passing. Holy Writ says, "It is appointed unto man once to die; then judgment." There is no "second chance" to redo one's life. Life doesn't go on.
Gerry will never again give the world a tune to hum, a musical story to sing, a vision of love to believe in.
I hate it that Gerry Rafferty drank himself to death at the age of 63.
They say his father was an abusive alcoholic; Gerry had at least one child, Martha, and she maintains the official website and has only nice things to say about her Dad. One thing of note, she says he had a serious work ethic; was always working on his music. He slept during the day, did his music at night, perhaps it was in the dark lonely hours that he drank. Apparently he hid his alcoholism quite successfully from people who knew him but it ultimately owned his soul.
I heard Gerry believed in Karma; which would fit in with his hit single, If You Get it Wrong You Get It Right Next Time. But his funeral was in a church in Scotland, a rare sunshiny day. He had friends, they mourned his passing. Holy Writ says, "It is appointed unto man once to die; then judgment." There is no "second chance" to redo one's life. Life doesn't go on.
Gerry will never again give the world a tune to hum, a musical story to sing, a vision of love to believe in.
I hate it that Gerry Rafferty drank himself to death at the age of 63.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Obsessed with efficiency
I hate for people to have to wait for me to finish; be it paying at the check out counter, ordering my Egg McMuffin at the drive thru or getting gas at the pump.
May I also say, I hate waiting for inefficient people.
For instance: when you're going thru the check-out line at the grocery store, sooner or later you'll have to settle the bill. It seems to me that with just a modicum of foresight you could be ready with your credit card, or cash, or checkbook as the cashier finishes ringing up your items. So, when I start getting rung up, I immediately step to the swiping device for the credit card and complete the swipe while the cashier is still ringing up the items. I'm pretty much set to go before the cashier finishes. And then there are the others who sometimes appear shocked that the last stage of the grocery buying experience is for them to pay. All of a sudden they're checking their pant, looking thru their purse or fumbling with their wallet as the whole process comes to a dead halt. Now is it just me or do you also get a little irritated when people seem ill-prepared to follow thru with their responsibilities. It's not like they haven't done this before. OK, I admit I'm a little over-the-top with the efficiency thing but puhleese people, can some of you just add a little anticipation to your routine. It will make a number of us much happier.
I go to work early and some mornings I order an Egg McMuffin from the local Mickey Dees. An Egg McMuffin is relatively healthy choice if your going to have a fast food breakfast. At 5:30 a.m., you'd think there wouldn't be much traffic going thru McDonald's and you'd be right. But by 5:30, any servers have long since lost the ability to focus and move efficiently and then people are still having trouble deciding what to order from the clown face. More than once I've been the second car in line and waited 10 minutes for my Egg McMuffin.
If there are 3 cars in front of me, I just drive off; I don't even bother to order. It's not going to be efficient.
My "funniest" McDonald's fast food incident happened about 3 months ago. There were these two young adults of a more relaxed ethnicity ahead of me in a 25 year old Ford and they are jawing back and forth with the clown face trying to make up their minds. Finally, their order is in, they pull around the corner up to the window. I've ordered my E.M. and wait my turn. Well the cashier is at the window, they're all talking, the two young men have obviously made an order change and I'm thinking this could be awhile. Suddenly, around the corner a car screechs into a parking space, a youngish lady hops out and runs over to the order window yelling her car is on fire. Well I see steam, not necessarily smoke and certainly no flames. The two young guys in front of me promptly turn of their engine, jump out of their car and run over to the other car to participate in the fun and festivities. I'm yelling to myself, "NOOOoooo. Move your CAR!" Well, that wasn't happening, I actually just gave up and drove off leaving behind an Egg McMuffin. I really hate to do that but I had no confidence at all that I could pay for and receive my order before the inevitable fire engine arrived 15 minutes later. AWKWARD.
May I also say, I hate waiting for inefficient people.
For instance: when you're going thru the check-out line at the grocery store, sooner or later you'll have to settle the bill. It seems to me that with just a modicum of foresight you could be ready with your credit card, or cash, or checkbook as the cashier finishes ringing up your items. So, when I start getting rung up, I immediately step to the swiping device for the credit card and complete the swipe while the cashier is still ringing up the items. I'm pretty much set to go before the cashier finishes. And then there are the others who sometimes appear shocked that the last stage of the grocery buying experience is for them to pay. All of a sudden they're checking their pant, looking thru their purse or fumbling with their wallet as the whole process comes to a dead halt. Now is it just me or do you also get a little irritated when people seem ill-prepared to follow thru with their responsibilities. It's not like they haven't done this before. OK, I admit I'm a little over-the-top with the efficiency thing but puhleese people, can some of you just add a little anticipation to your routine. It will make a number of us much happier.
I go to work early and some mornings I order an Egg McMuffin from the local Mickey Dees. An Egg McMuffin is relatively healthy choice if your going to have a fast food breakfast. At 5:30 a.m., you'd think there wouldn't be much traffic going thru McDonald's and you'd be right. But by 5:30, any servers have long since lost the ability to focus and move efficiently and then people are still having trouble deciding what to order from the clown face. More than once I've been the second car in line and waited 10 minutes for my Egg McMuffin.
If there are 3 cars in front of me, I just drive off; I don't even bother to order. It's not going to be efficient.
My "funniest" McDonald's fast food incident happened about 3 months ago. There were these two young adults of a more relaxed ethnicity ahead of me in a 25 year old Ford and they are jawing back and forth with the clown face trying to make up their minds. Finally, their order is in, they pull around the corner up to the window. I've ordered my E.M. and wait my turn. Well the cashier is at the window, they're all talking, the two young men have obviously made an order change and I'm thinking this could be awhile. Suddenly, around the corner a car screechs into a parking space, a youngish lady hops out and runs over to the order window yelling her car is on fire. Well I see steam, not necessarily smoke and certainly no flames. The two young guys in front of me promptly turn of their engine, jump out of their car and run over to the other car to participate in the fun and festivities. I'm yelling to myself, "NOOOoooo. Move your CAR!" Well, that wasn't happening, I actually just gave up and drove off leaving behind an Egg McMuffin. I really hate to do that but I had no confidence at all that I could pay for and receive my order before the inevitable fire engine arrived 15 minutes later. AWKWARD.
FRIENDS
My family moved to a new city in 1982 and I made a bunch of friends the 8 years I worked for the school. Last night I got to see a bunch of them.
Gene , Sandee, Jim , Ruth, Jarod and Tim. My friend Nev , David , Jim and Sandy. Dennis and Joyce and their son Danny. Dave and Suzie and their daughter Ashley, Ron , Dave , Brad , Rusty , Tim, Sharon , Ben , Ron, and Hal . It was nice to see Sherri who brought order into my chaotic years when I traveled weekly to help out. It was also a blessing to see the Sajjahs.
These wonderful people have enriched my life. May God continue to bless them.
Gene , Sandee, Jim , Ruth, Jarod and Tim. My friend Nev , David , Jim and Sandy. Dennis and Joyce and their son Danny. Dave and Suzie and their daughter Ashley, Ron , Dave , Brad , Rusty , Tim, Sharon , Ben , Ron, and Hal . It was nice to see Sherri who brought order into my chaotic years when I traveled weekly to help out. It was also a blessing to see the Sajjahs.
These wonderful people have enriched my life. May God continue to bless them.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Johnny Carson; a final sadness
PBS had a special on Johnny Carson's life in 2012. They interviewed friends, other comedians who knew him and even one of his ex-wives. It was a fair and fascinating glimpse of a man who was immensely famous but increasingly private. He had 4 failed marriages (he and his last wife never divorced but they ended up apart), he was never close to his sons (his middle son was killed in a car accident on the Southern California roads), and at the end of his life he had about 4 friends left. He was a serial womanizer and he spent much of his last years sitting on his back porch in Malibu staring at the sea. He really did become a hermit; probably a natural situation for a man who could never have privacy any other way.
He battled alcohol through-out his adult years; turns out he was a) a mean drunk and b) had bigger problem than Ed McMahon.
Emphysema took him at age 79. He chose not to fight the ravages of the disease caused by a lifetime of smoking.
He was generous, gave many people or organizations monetary gifts; and left $156 million to be distributed; a sizable amount.
He died, rich, incredibly famous and pretty much alone. It was a sad ending.
He battled alcohol through-out his adult years; turns out he was a) a mean drunk and b) had bigger problem than Ed McMahon.
Emphysema took him at age 79. He chose not to fight the ravages of the disease caused by a lifetime of smoking.
He was generous, gave many people or organizations monetary gifts; and left $156 million to be distributed; a sizable amount.
He died, rich, incredibly famous and pretty much alone. It was a sad ending.
Monday, May 14, 2012
In honor of Edwin Heppner
My freshman year at a small Christian college did not go well. I was invited to NOT RETURN by the Dean of Men predicated by my "D" plus average and my really sucky attitude.
The one bright spot of the year was being a part of the Chorale. We sang some great music and we also performed at various churches all dressed up in our Tuxs etc. I was a very average baritone. Average was my specialty.
The director was Mr. Heppner, a small dapper guy with a great tenor voice and a very nice wife. I did think, and do think many years later, he was an excellent chorale director. Periodically I tried to track him down but with no success. Then last week I was thinking of the chorale and decided to use the internet - specifically whitepages.com. There were 3 people listed with his specific name and two of them were too young, according to the WhitePages. So I decided to take a chance, spend a dime and call the one who lived in Arizona. BINGO, I got him. His wife answered the phone, I asked if this was the Heppner residence and if Mr. Heppner ever lead a college choral group. She said, "Yes indeed, let me put you on."
I spoke with Mr. Heppner for about 5 minutes. I knew he had left the college but didn't know why. It turned out he had a very bad back and was increasingly unable to stand and lead choirs so he retired from that profession and became a driving instructor. He said he had a seat especially made for him and it had worked out fine. ( He ended up having a couple of different back surgeries and was never the same. )
I told him who I was and that he would not remember me ( again, I was a very non-descript baritone). He wanted to remember me but he couldn't. I told him how much I appreciated and enjoyed my year in his chorale. He seemed both touched and appreciative. He again asked what my name was and I told him.
He is now very old and sounded very frail but delighted to hear from an old student.
I'm glad I called him; I'm glad I could find him thru the wonders of the internet.
I did not tell him that of the 40 members of the chorale, 39 got "As" each semester and one non-descript baritone received a "B." I didn't tell him A) because I have gotten so much humorous mileage out of that true story and B) I was afraid he might feel badly about it. That would have been thoughtless on my part. [Back in the day, the professor posted your grades next to your name on his door for all the world to see. That's how I knew I had the only Bs. ]
So Mr. Heppner, you were a good man, an excellent tenor and a fine choral director. Kudos to you and may God bless your remaining years.
Monday, August 29, 2011
RETIREMENT, a wonderful thing.
I admit, I'm enjoying retirement. Letting it all go, the lapsing of responsibilities and upkeep.
Monday, July 18, 2011
SUNRISE COMMUNITY CHURCH - Fellowship & Teaching
Sunrise Community Church
God has truly blessed us with excellent teaching and true spiritual fellowship. It's been my home church for 25 years, God has truly blessed us with a great church.
God has truly blessed us with excellent teaching and true spiritual fellowship. It's been my home church for 25 years, God has truly blessed us with a great church.
Kindle
Got a Kindle about a month ago. I've been able to load a number of older books on it, such as Tom Sawyer and the Count of Monte Cristo, for free. Then I've been able to add a few more books that I really like for 1 or 2 dollars.
One of the great advantages of a Kindle (or similar product) is STORAGE. You don't have to worry what to do about old books.
One of the great advantages of a Kindle (or similar product) is STORAGE. You don't have to worry what to do about old books.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Iron Kingdom: The Rise and Downfall of Prussia, 1600-1947 [Paperback]
Tom Noir's post on the Rise and Fall of Prussia make me want to go out and read the book. So much to read, so little time.
Christopher Clark is the author of this Tome.
Christopher Clark is the author of this Tome.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
WHY CAN'T WE ALL SPEAK ENGLISH
Thought provoking article on the English language; Will English be the universal language.
www.tomnoir.com ROCKS
www.tomnoir.com ROCKS
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