Aren’t we lucky that Menzies is confident in his ability to reconstruct 400 year old history based solely on his ability to read old maps? I read 150 pages of this crap then skimmed the rest, looking at the maps and photo inserts. Due to its blahness, I won’t bother to come up with original comments, but leave criticism in the hands of the experts:
From Publisher’s Weekly:
“The amateur historian’s lightly footnoted, heavily speculative re-creation of little-known voyages made by Chinese ships in the early 1400s goes far beyond what most experts in and outside of China are willing to assert and will surely set tongues wagging. According to Menzies’s brazen but dull account of the Middle Kingdom’s exploits at sea, Magellan, Dias, da Gama, Cabral and Cook only “discovered” lands the Chinese had already visited, and they sailed with maps drawn from Chinese charts. Menzies alleges that the Chinese not only discovered America, but also established colonies here long before Columbus set out to sea. Because China burned the records of its historic expeditions led by Zheng He, the famed eunuch admiral and the focus of this account, Menzies is forced to defend his argument by compiling a tedious package of circumstantial evidence that ranges from reasonable to ridiculous. While the book does contain some compelling claims-for example, that the Chinese were able to calculate longitude long before Western explorers-drawn from Menzies’s experiences at sea, his overall credibility is undermined by dubious research methods. In just one instance, when confounded by the derivation of cryptic words on a Venetian map, Menzies first consults an expert at crossword puzzles rather than an etymologist. Such an approach to scholarship, along with a promise of more proof to come in the paperback edition, casts a shadow of doubt over Menzies’s discoveries.”
In case you want more, Gavin’s set up a website.
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1/2 cup cream
5 oz chocolate
heat cream, melt chocolate
3 egg whites, whisked with 1 tablespoon sugar
fold in chocolate/cream mixture
bake 12 minutes 350 degrees
courtesy of Jacques Pepin, the recipe makes a “moist” souffle according to Julia Child. She is absolutely right. Delicious!
Daniel Burnham’s extraordinary effort to build the White City for the Columbian Exposition, Chicago’s answer to the Parisian First World’s Fair. H. H. Holmes (nee Herman Mudgett) and his murder castle, luring single young women to their deaths by chloroform and gas. The Chicago fair of 1893 brought hordes of people to the city, keeping the Chicago police too busy to notice the disappearance of the women.
Larson does a good job weaving the Holmes story in between the tale of the building of the Fair. Olmstead’s landscaping dreams, Walt Disney’s father working as a carpenter for the fair (and his stories no doubt influencing Walt’s later Dreamword of Disney), the first elevator unveiled, the Ferris wheel’s introduction to society.
Average wordsmithing keeps this book off my recommended list, but it is intriguing at times. To think, my high-school paper on HH Holmes and his murderous ways broached this subject 10 years ago.
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At the table across from us at San Tung was a gentleman wearing a white polo shirt with an intriguing logo: “Square Sanders.” This classification fit him so well that I don’t even need to describe what he looked like. But I will. A shortish, balding man with glasses and a Southern mouth, wearing white shirt tucked into brown trousers neatly pressed and loafers. He was taking a call on his cell when I noticed the “Square Sanders” logo and began teasing Matt by calling him a Square Sanders.
By Southern mouth, I mean a turtlish mouth that you can imagine a drawl escaping from. His wife sat directly to his right, engaging the rest of the table in conversation and making the head bobs and sympathetic glances which solidified my conception of them as “Southern.” The rest of the table was comprised of grandma, a younger son, and an older daughter with her boyfriend. (They smooched shortly after I decided they were involved, which helped me cement my story of them). Now what was this family doing at San Tung, a Chinese restaurant by Chinese people for Chinese patrons? This hidden gem in the Sunset was a secret spot we had discovered through word of mouth, and if this family was Southern, how did they find it?
I decided they were tourists, first off, based on mom’s choice of gray socks with a casual shoe. Nothing against gray socks, mind you, but it was the combo of those and red shirt and a general vibe I was picking up on. But them being tourists made no sense, b/c San Tung is 180 degrees from the tourist route. I finished off my Mu Shu and thought about it further.
The lightbulb went off and I excitedly explained to Matt that they were dropping off the daughter at college, as mid August is the time for these types of goodbye dinners. They all travelled from the South to wish her well, even bringing along her boyfriend for good measure. Taking a few more bites of my meal, this hunch was confirmed when her Cal Berkley student ID was passed around the table for all to view.
Then, they got a doggie bag. This complicated matters, as visiting parents don’t eat leftovers, and how is the daughter going to schlep the food back to Berkeley and then heat it up? Regardless, if the parents took the bag, it meant they were local. The bag was passed down the table to the daughter. Whew. The story still stood.
As they got up to leave, I perked my ears to gather any vocal clues to their hometown. They silently filed past our table, but I leered into the young boy’s face and looked at the t-shirt he was wearing: Boyle Park Tennis. This plus Square Sanders would be enough clues to google their existence.
Now I’m in front of google, and Square Sanders turns into Squire, Sanders, and Dempsey law firm (with offices in SF, Cincinnati, Cleveland, and Columbus), and Boyle Park is a tennis court in Marin (Mill Valley). ‘Twas fun dreaming up your story, Square Sanders, but the truth is not as interesting.
On our way home from dinner in the Sunset, Matt and I cut through Golden Gate park to return to the Richmond. Our path took us by the baseball fields, which when passed earlier that night were alive with activity. Night falling had forced players and spectators alike to find other playful pursuits, but as we approached the fields we noticed a strangely familiar glow in the darkness. As we got closer, we confirmed our suspicions, and passed by a group watching a TV in the stands. Diffrent Strokes pulsed through the night as the three of them huddled around the glow for entertainment. They had plugged the TV directly into an outlet on a pole in the bleachers. Homeless or not, they were enjoying the intoxicating glow of the boob tube, free of charge, on the city’s energy bill. This, on a day in which NYC was recovering from the largest blackout in history, is somewhat amusing.
A man’s journey to fulfill his dream of getting into the Guinness Book of World Records. Aaron Fischer’s quest for world’s largest popcorn container. Check out the website.
I saw this documentary over a year ago on KTEH, channel 54, on video i. see it if you get the chance.
Johnny Depp cements his status as best actor in his 30s with this role and basically carries the movie. Minimal cheese, so overall a delightful fantasy on screen. This is what movies SHOULD be. Hooray for pirates. Hooray that Orlando Bloom got to re-use his swordsmanship training from LOTR for this flick. Arrrr, matey, go see it.
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Birds in flight, migrating north in the spring and south in the fall. It is glorious to behold, with no special effects, but breathtaking shots achieved with mini-helicopters and hot air balloons. Cranes moments before landing, with their legs outstretched and flailing; penguins swimming enmasse, like salmon going upstream to mate. Geese geese geese. Other birds I don’t remember. A visual treat, with minor voiceover and subtitles detailing bird names and migration lengths.
I’m convinced. Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford wrote the plays and sonnets we attribute to the name Shakespeare.
Oxford, 1550-1604, has several strong ties to the material within the plays and Sonnets. Oxford’s uncle, Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey created the sonnet form we know as Shakespearian. Oxford studied law (Shksp uses legal language throughout the plays), travelled to Italy, was a favorite of Elizabeth I.
One arguments for Oxford is a disection of Oxford’s vocabulary (as survived in several letters and a preface to a book) compared to Shakespeare’s. They both use the same words, but when Bacon is compared to Shksp, the vocabulary circles are separate.
Shakespeare was a name Oxford came up with in order to publish his love poems to the Earl of Southampton. He continued to write plays and sonnets (the sonnets were not intended for publication, as they were personal love poems describing love between men), and after his death Shakespeare was reinvented by the Folio of 1623 which included all of his plays. They made no mention of the first two poems for which Skspr was famous, as an attempt to distance Shksp the homosexual poet from the playwrite. Oxford could have come in contact with a man named William Shakspear from Stratford, as Oxford was active in the theatre.
If you have doubts about the authorship of the plays, read this book. The appendix includes several detailed line by line comparisions of the plays versus Oxford’s letters and poems. Shakespeare is Dead! Long live de Vere!
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This book was a treat, full of elegant writing across a broad canvas of food, cooking, and eating. Composed of forty essays pulled from Steingarten’s regular column in /Vogue/, Steingaren’s prose is crisp and well-paced and never once let me down. While some topics were more interesting and develeoped than others, there is a constant curiosity and passion for capturing food and the ways we prepare and eat it.
Steingarten has a scientist’s eye for detail and immerses himself in thorough, sometimes fanciful, research and self-experimentation. He provides exacting accounts of regional cuisines (of France, Japan, North Africa, Memphis, and more), diet trends and food industry myths, and specific foods (from mashed potatoes to salt to ketchup) and food substitutes (olestra), as well a good number of recipes. Yet he always acknowledges his own tastes and sensations, keeping the essays moving with an energy and consistency that I did not think existed in 20th century magazine publishing. Nor did I realize that media coverage of the “French Paradox” originated with Steingarten in 1991.
Stand-outs include pieces on the Paris /Haut Bistros/, Kyoto cuisine, fruit and ripeness, /le regime Montignac/, and truffle hunting in rural Italy.
Also see Alexander Chancellor’s [New York Times review http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9907E4DA143AF934A35751C1A961958260] from December 7, 1997
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Whoa now, easy on the adjectives Willy! I could hardly get through the first page, much less the 5 pages I ended up digesting. Perhaps this was a mood thing, but I found the writing beyond help and not worth the trouble. Gave up at page 5.
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Every imaginable vegetable carefully explored. I did not have time to read through this with the care I wanted to. For now, it is stranded, to be picked up at a later date, perhaps when I own it.
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Although not listed by Verizon’s phone directory, the Caffe Macaroni is alive and well on Columbus at Jackson. In fact, there’s another Macaroni restaurant across the street, which wasn’t listed either. We squeezed into a 2 person table and had the specials listed for us. A bottle of house cabernet sauvignon later, we’d downed a plate of penne and baked penne between us, as well as a salad and buttery soup: broccoli and potato. While the downstairs was cramped and small, several parties appeared at the swinging door and requested the upstairs room, which must be where the party is.
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Who’d have thought that a book written by a Marine would be so … good. The typical “military intelligence” oxymoron comes to mind, but this book was well written and smart. I’ll be looking out for Swofford’s future offerings.
Gulf war veteran describes boredom of seven months preparation for war and the disappointment of a week of actual war. Sand sand sand and pornography and girlfriends cheating and the childhood of a military brat moving around and the huge mistake it was to sign his life away at age 17 to the Marines. The friends and drinking and playing of poker, the marching and pushups and boot camp. Read it.
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Ehh. Writing style of Mr. Mezrich leaves much to be desired. However, he was handed a story wrapped up with a bow on top, and didn’t ruin it. This non fiction story follows a group of MIT whiz kids on a tour of Vegas, Atlantic City, riverboat casinos, and details their team card counting. With spotters making minimum bets at tables and signalling the BPs (big players) in to the table when the count is favorable, the teams make millions on the blackjack table. They stagger through airport security with wads of cash (50k) strapped to their bodies then begin their transformation from geek to high rollers in the restroom. The basic strategy is a hi-lo system of assigning a +1 count to all cards from 2-6 and a -1 count of 10-A. The amount of cards gone from the shoe is also factored in to generate a true count. When the count is high, it’s time to drop big bets.
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