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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Superb, fantastic, excellent, thoroughly enjoyable! Winchester disappointed me slightly with his last book, The Map that Changed the World, but he has redeemed himself hugely with Krakatoa. As always, Winchester pays careful attention to the underpinnings of his story. Details range from the origination of plate tectonics (Alfred Wegener) and Winchester’s own Artic ash sample collecting to the unsung hero Alfred Russel Wallace coming up with the term ‘survial of the fittest’ and helping the procrastinator Charles Darwin find the missing pieces to his Origins of Species.
As one reviewer noted, Krakatoa lurks on the edges of most of the narrative, looming in the background as a constant presence. I actually read the whole book and several chapters delve deeply into the subject of Krakatoa and its explosion. The force from the August 27th, 1883 explosion caused two massive sea-waves (tsunamis) to overtake the surrounding coasts of Java and Sumatra, causing 35,000 casualties. Sound waves from the explosion travelled around the world seven times.
Krakatoa was the most explosive volcanic eruption in recorded time, and happened during a point in world history when news travelled fast (telegraph), so the global village was apprised of the eruption within days, if not hours of the event. So too, the dust/ash fallout of the explosion lingered in sunsets around the world for up to 3 years afterwards.
This book is a masterful production, with careful attention to evey pertinant detail. The construction and design of the book is equally delightful: the red lava of the hardcover not entirely covered by the 1/2 dustjacket with a depiction of Krakatoa from the September 1883 Harper’s Weekly. The drawings at the front of each chapter show Krakatoa in various stages, from dormant peaceful island with boats sailing by, to erupting fury, to a drawing of the missing island after it has blown itself up.
One of my favorite parts was the section on plate tectonics, detailing the creation of the Hawaiian Islands. Each island is a remnant of volcanic activity over the same hot spot, but the movement of the plate drifts each island away from the thermal vent, resulting in a chain of islands clearly depicting continental drift.
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I like to give the ladies a chance. However, Jacobs’ book turned out to be a fluffy quick beach read. Eye candy, of sorts. The characters of Iris and Lana were delightful, and 100 pages in I was enjoying the read. But when Iris, the model of a single, independent 40ish woman, ended the story hand in hand with the her perfect guy, my mind rejected this book.
Lana and Iris know OF each other, through their mutual friend Deena. They meet when Lana interviews Iris for Vanity Fair, detailing Iris’ showing of artistic nests. I’m not sure why the story couldn’t have ended with the two of them hanging out about town together. But what do I know.
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Great guide for novice investors/peeps who don’t know what to do with their slight and tiny nest egg. One thing that stands out is the idea that an IRA is good b/c all interest, capital gains earned with it is tax deductible until you take the money out of the IRA (at which time you might be in a lower tax bracket).
Solid stuff, easily understood advice (buy stocks you want to hold onto for awhile b/c the transaction cost of buying and selling can cut into your bottom line).
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This is the book McCarthy is famous for; however, Birds of America was tremendously better. I’m not finished, but this is my early (100 pages in) opinion.
(Later:) Now I am finished and I can declare with certainty that this book was much worse than expected. I’m sure it was quite daring for McCarthy to deal with topics such as rape, lesbians, divorce, etc. at the time. She seems a little too pleased with herself for this daring. Overlooking its flaws, the story was constructed solidly, detailing the deterioration of a group of college friends over an eight year period after graduation. Unfortunately, the solidity of the structure does not make up for the tedium of the subjects.
The story begins with Kay and Harald’s ill-fated wedding, and ends with Kay’s funeral. In between, Libbie succeeds in publishing, Priss has a baby and resents her hubby’s attitude toward her, Lakey lives in Europe and returns 8 years later with her wife, Maria. Norrine has an affair with Harald and is a miserable housekeeper. Dottie loses her heart (among other things) to an artist before finding refuge as the wife of a Western rancher. Blech, boring. Polly’s story was the more interesting, moving from love affair with married Gus to caring for her manic depressive father, to marrying a doctor in the hospital she worked in.
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Ugh. Don’t know why I thought this book would help me figure out what I want to do with my life, but it didn’t. One of the worst sorts of self-help books which don’t offer much beyond zen phrases and workbook exercises (never made it that far). This sat on my bedside table for over 2 months during which time I would force myself to read a few pages every couple of days. Hated it.
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