Thursday, September 14, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
I tend to use our local Salvation Army store as a kind of guidepost to books; strange as that sounds, usually (but not always) you will find the gorier detective novels by Patricia Cornwell, The DaVinci Code, rip and read gothic/romanc/mystery novels, Stephanie Meyer, Stephen King. What is rare, is to find Robert Parker, poetry, Tolkien, most science fiction, Sue Grafton, or Terry Pratchett.
A few months ago in a real honest to pete bookstore I ran afoul of a new set of Pratchett books I had never seen before, 'co-authored with" Stephen Baxter. I bought one, to see what was up. It turns out these have been in the book stores for several years. I got through it, waiting for Pratchett's style and humor to appear. At the end, I got a glimmer of his style as the long awaited finish, finished.
To say I was disappointed is putting it gently. I read a few of the reviews (and contributed my own comments to it) at Amazon, one young woman actually said she loved it, it was one of Pratchett's funniest books, she laughed all the way through. I'd guess she never read it.
And today on one of the SA bookshelves, in what can only be called pristine condition, "The Long Utopia" what I am assuming is the final book in the series. Raises one eyebrow...
Posted by mittens at 7:53 PM
Sunday, September 10, 2017
One of the better Ted Talks, and one of the funnier ones. Worth the trip over to see it.
Posted by mittens at 1:59 PM
Aren't they just having the most wonderful time with all of this, meteorologically, at least: maps and charts and flood watches, warning, surges, tide levels, wind categories, it's a wonder they can sleep at night from the excitement.
And of course with three hurricanes in a row (let us not forget what's-it's-name out there) by the end of this, they will all be totally wiped out. Hell, this is more fun than a blizzard.
Not to mention the three kids I saw on a video this morning roller blading down a hurricane soaked street, yep...or the Denial Guy north of Tampa who is telling everyone that this silly bit of wind has been so hyped...then he went and pushed a mattress against his plate glass window. Just in case. His tone reminds me of people who say, "I didnt get hurt, what are YOU complaining about...?"
Beyond that I can only imagine what it must be like to be halfway up the highway heading for almost anywhere North, and you're on your last gallon of gas, someone says, "daddy, I gotta pee"
and the winds are now 60 MPH and rising.
Posted by mittens at 11:39 AM
Saturday, September 9, 2017
sometimes he'd get drunk
and remember her name
and wonder where she went
sometimes he'd drive 100 miles to see
if she was home
he'd sit in the car in the dark and drink
and wait for her lights to go on
and then go out
if he drank enough
he'd forget why he was there
and drive home again
Posted by mittens at 9:28 AM
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Was a time when you could order a book, or a tool, or a dress, from a catalog; send in the check, and a few weeks later there it would be, in your mailbox.
Or you could go to a store and shop. Money changed hands, or checks. Or credit cards.
You were a deeply involved part of the process, from start to finish. If you did the hands-on thing, you got to touch the fabric, the box, the item. Kick the tires, as it were. I still have trouble with the idea of buying clothes online, or fabric. Gotta touch it, smell it, see how it drapes. You talked to a sales person, traded information, sometimes got to the first name stage and you became friends.
Then someone invented computers.
What concerns me, is how easy it was, and how quietly it actually happened. And I do wonder, if the power goes down on that great national grid, what happens to those of us who are virtually locked into it, with automated house functions, cell phones, cars that now have computer components even in the wheels, lighting systems that do the auto dim or bright as is needed...
Does anyone else get a little apprehensive about all this?
Posted by mittens at 2:24 PM