I have listened to the same radio station - 107.5 FM - for over forty years. During that time I have heard over a dozen different morning DJ's come through. I like the most recent host as he is politically minded and is not overtly insulting as are many of the previous morning hosts. Enjoying the new DJ, I started listening more regularly, often planning my morning coffee around the show's schedule. This week I called and entered one of their contests. It was a simple "be the seventh caller" scenario. The winner of this particular call-in would win a $200 gift card for stocking stuffers. I figured this would be perfect for my little grandchildren! I called and was #4; I called again and I won! I was ecstatic.
I drove down to the station to pick up my winnings. It turns out that the gift certificate for "Stocking Stuffers" was not for odds and ends for Christmas; "Stocking Stuffers" is the name of and adult store over in Eugene! Color me red! I was going to spend that money on my grandkids, but I spent it on Philip instead.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
World Tour 2011
Philip and I just returned from a wonderful world vacation! For nearly two months we have been vacationing and exploring places neither of us have even been. We started our vacation on the AMAZING Crossword Cruise - a ten day Caribbean Cruise - filled with crosswords! All you that know me well know that I do enjoy a good word smithing or two, so this was heaven for me! After we returned from the Crossword Cruise we flew to Vietnam and crossed over into Cambodia to go hunting. We read about a place that allows the most extreme hunting imaginable. It was really quite the experience! In one of the street shops in Vietnam we came across some beautiful spoons to add to my collection.
We then flew to Ulanbataar, Mongolia and did an extended "Nomadic Life" tour of outer Mongolia. Is was a beautiful country with beautiful people. They certainly live a life of simplicity. We could learn a lot from these people. They could, however, learn how to cook edible food from western civilization. They tried to feed us rodent several times (I lost about ten pounds in Mongolia).
We returned home quite road weary! We slept for the better part of two days before getting back into our routine. It was a little bit of a transition going back to playing bridge and shuffleboard at the Senior Center after playing copious amounts of Crosswords, blowing up cows with rocket launchers, and living like a nomad for a few weeks. I feel like a changed woman. All of a sudden, bridge seems insignificant in terms of the whole universe. We subscribed to the New York Times so that we can do puzzles by the world's leading cruciverbalists. We also decided to have a garage sale and get rid of some of our "stuff." Philip and I learned a lot about simplicity from the Mongolian nomads. Unfortunately, there is no way for us to incorporate blowing up cows into our lifestyle.
We have already begun planning our next vacation. We will go to Africa! We hope to take in a safari, visit the war-torn Sierra Leone, and take a cruise down the Nile.
We then flew to Ulanbataar, Mongolia and did an extended "Nomadic Life" tour of outer Mongolia. Is was a beautiful country with beautiful people. They certainly live a life of simplicity. We could learn a lot from these people. They could, however, learn how to cook edible food from western civilization. They tried to feed us rodent several times (I lost about ten pounds in Mongolia).
We returned home quite road weary! We slept for the better part of two days before getting back into our routine. It was a little bit of a transition going back to playing bridge and shuffleboard at the Senior Center after playing copious amounts of Crosswords, blowing up cows with rocket launchers, and living like a nomad for a few weeks. I feel like a changed woman. All of a sudden, bridge seems insignificant in terms of the whole universe. We subscribed to the New York Times so that we can do puzzles by the world's leading cruciverbalists. We also decided to have a garage sale and get rid of some of our "stuff." Philip and I learned a lot about simplicity from the Mongolian nomads. Unfortunately, there is no way for us to incorporate blowing up cows into our lifestyle.
We have already begun planning our next vacation. We will go to Africa! We hope to take in a safari, visit the war-torn Sierra Leone, and take a cruise down the Nile.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Thong Song - Sisqo
A fun little ditty about summer sandals - "Thong Song" by Mr. Sisqo.
This thing right here
Is lettin all the ladies know
What guys talk about
You know
The finer things in life
Hahaha
Check it out
This forthcoming document will inform women throughout the world of what the male gender discusses amongst themselves.
Amongst these are many of the finer things in life.
Commence with reading this document as to obtain a greater portion of knowledge pertaining to said finer things.
Ooh dat dress so scandalous
And ya know another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in ya eye so devilish
The dress with which the body of a particular female is adorned would make even the most riotous among us blush.
Americans of African descent can not properly ascertain the promiscuity of this scantily clad woman.
She is shaking so violently as to appear devilish.
Restated, this woman is most certainly possessed by the devil.
Uh
Ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots
And ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban she likes the pop
Cuz she was livin la vida loca
The woman discussed above frequents many of the popular dance clubs of the day.
In addition, she enjoys playing "Connect the Dots" whilst aboard a Caribbean Cruise.
She enjoys carbonated beverages in not only the city, but also in suburban and rural settings.
All of things are accomplished because she lives the life described in Ricky Martin's 1999 musical masterpiece, "Living la Vida Loca."
[BRIDGE]
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh
I think to sing it again
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
All night long
Let me see that thong
[BRIDGE]
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
After her dinner at the five-star restaurant, she returns home to relieve the babysitter. Her infant has not yet been put to bed. She admires her young daughter that attempts to crawl and scurry across the floor. Diaper in air, shuffling about and this scandalous woman talks to the young child thusly, "baby, move your butt."
This song is a literary masterpiece, I will repeat some of the lyrics.
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
Throughout the entire summer night this woman wear sandals. Another woman stops her on the street and asks, "Let me see your thongs." The two women discuss their love of shoes and instantly bond over this
shared interest.
[CHORUS]
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
[CHORUS]
I, the male who is telling this tale of what men speak whilst amongst themselves, enjoys when a rhythmic beat is performed thusly: da na da na.
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
That girl so scandalous
And I know another nigga couldn't handle it
And she shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in her eye so devilish
The dress with which the body of a particular female is adorned would make even the most riotous among us blush.
Americans of African descent can not properly ascertain the promiscuity of this scantily clad woman.
She is shaking so violently as to appear devilish.
Restated, this woman is most certainly possessed by the devil.
Uh
She like to dance at all the hip hop spots
And she cruise to the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban she likes the pop
Cuz she was livin la vida loca
The woman discussed above frequents many of the popular dance clubs of the day.
In addition, she enjoys playing "Connect the Dots" whilst aboard a Caribbean Cruise.
She enjoys carbonated beverages in not only the city, but also in suburban and rural settings.
All of things are accomplished because she lives the life described in Ricky Martin's 1999 musical masterpiece, "Living la Vida Loca."
[BRIDGE]
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh
I think to sing it again
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
All night long
Let me see that thong
[BRIDGE]
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
After her dinner at the five-star restaurant, she returns home to relieve the babysitter. Her infant has not yet been put to bed. She admires her young daughter that attempts to crawl and scurry across the floor. Diaper in air, shuffling about and this scandalous woman talks to the young child thusly, "baby, move your butt."
This song is a literary masterpiece, I will repeat some of the lyrics.
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
Throughout the entire summer night this woman wear sandals. Another woman stops her on the street and asks, "Let me see your thongs." The two women discuss their love of shoes and instantly bond over this
shared interest.
[CHORUS - 2X]
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
[CHORUS - 2X]
I, the male who is telling this tale of what men speak whilst amongst themselves, enjoys when a rhythmic beat is performed thusly: da na da na.
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
Whoaaa
That dress so scandalous
And I swear another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in her eye so devilish
The dress with which the body of a particular female is adorned would make even the most riotous among us blush.
Americans of African descent can not properly ascertain the promiscuity of this scantily clad woman.
She is shaking so violently as to appear devilish.
Restated, this woman is most certainly possessed by the devil.
(Whoa)
Uh ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots
And ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban ya like the pop
Cuz she was livin la vida loca
The woman discussed above frequents many of the popular dance clubs of the day.
In addition, she enjoys playing "Connect the Dots" whilst aboard a Caribbean Cruise.
She enjoys carbonated beverages in not only the city, but also in suburban and rural settings.
All of things are accomplished because she lives the life described in Ricky Martin's 1999 musical masterpiece, "Living la Vida Loca."
(Whoa)
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
(Ooh)
Uh think to sing it again
Cuz she had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh think to sing it again
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
After her dinner at the five-star restaurant, she returns home to relieve the babysitter. Her infant has not yet been put to bed. She admires her young daughter that attempts to crawl and scurry across the floor. Diaper in air, shuffling about and this scandalous woman talks to the young child thusly, "baby, move your butt."
This song is a literary masterpiece, I will repeat some of the lyrics.
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
Throughout the entire summer night this woman wear sandals. Another woman stops her on the street and asks, "Let me see your thongs." The two women discuss their love of shoes and instantly bond over this
shared interest.
Yeahhhh yeah
Yes.
[CHORUS - 3X]
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
[CHORUS - 3X]
I, the male who is telling this tale of what men speak whilst amongst themselves, enjoys when a rhythmic beat is performed thusly: da na da na.
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
This thing right here
Is lettin all the ladies know
What guys talk about
You know
The finer things in life
Hahaha
Check it out
This forthcoming document will inform women throughout the world of what the male gender discusses amongst themselves.
Amongst these are many of the finer things in life.
Commence with reading this document as to obtain a greater portion of knowledge pertaining to said finer things.
Ooh dat dress so scandalous
And ya know another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in ya eye so devilish
The dress with which the body of a particular female is adorned would make even the most riotous among us blush.
Americans of African descent can not properly ascertain the promiscuity of this scantily clad woman.
She is shaking so violently as to appear devilish.
Restated, this woman is most certainly possessed by the devil.
Uh
Ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots
And ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban she likes the pop
Cuz she was livin la vida loca
The woman discussed above frequents many of the popular dance clubs of the day.
In addition, she enjoys playing "Connect the Dots" whilst aboard a Caribbean Cruise.
She enjoys carbonated beverages in not only the city, but also in suburban and rural settings.
All of things are accomplished because she lives the life described in Ricky Martin's 1999 musical masterpiece, "Living la Vida Loca."
[BRIDGE]
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh
I think to sing it again
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
All night long
Let me see that thong
[BRIDGE]
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
After her dinner at the five-star restaurant, she returns home to relieve the babysitter. Her infant has not yet been put to bed. She admires her young daughter that attempts to crawl and scurry across the floor. Diaper in air, shuffling about and this scandalous woman talks to the young child thusly, "baby, move your butt."
This song is a literary masterpiece, I will repeat some of the lyrics.
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
Throughout the entire summer night this woman wear sandals. Another woman stops her on the street and asks, "Let me see your thongs." The two women discuss their love of shoes and instantly bond over this
shared interest.
[CHORUS]
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
[CHORUS]
I, the male who is telling this tale of what men speak whilst amongst themselves, enjoys when a rhythmic beat is performed thusly: da na da na.
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
That girl so scandalous
And I know another nigga couldn't handle it
And she shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in her eye so devilish
The dress with which the body of a particular female is adorned would make even the most riotous among us blush.
Americans of African descent can not properly ascertain the promiscuity of this scantily clad woman.
She is shaking so violently as to appear devilish.
Restated, this woman is most certainly possessed by the devil.
Uh
She like to dance at all the hip hop spots
And she cruise to the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban she likes the pop
Cuz she was livin la vida loca
The woman discussed above frequents many of the popular dance clubs of the day.
In addition, she enjoys playing "Connect the Dots" whilst aboard a Caribbean Cruise.
She enjoys carbonated beverages in not only the city, but also in suburban and rural settings.
All of things are accomplished because she lives the life described in Ricky Martin's 1999 musical masterpiece, "Living la Vida Loca."
[BRIDGE]
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh
I think to sing it again
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
All night long
Let me see that thong
[BRIDGE]
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
After her dinner at the five-star restaurant, she returns home to relieve the babysitter. Her infant has not yet been put to bed. She admires her young daughter that attempts to crawl and scurry across the floor. Diaper in air, shuffling about and this scandalous woman talks to the young child thusly, "baby, move your butt."
This song is a literary masterpiece, I will repeat some of the lyrics.
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
Throughout the entire summer night this woman wear sandals. Another woman stops her on the street and asks, "Let me see your thongs." The two women discuss their love of shoes and instantly bond over this
shared interest.
[CHORUS - 2X]
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
[CHORUS - 2X]
I, the male who is telling this tale of what men speak whilst amongst themselves, enjoys when a rhythmic beat is performed thusly: da na da na.
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
Whoaaa
That dress so scandalous
And I swear another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in her eye so devilish
The dress with which the body of a particular female is adorned would make even the most riotous among us blush.
Americans of African descent can not properly ascertain the promiscuity of this scantily clad woman.
She is shaking so violently as to appear devilish.
Restated, this woman is most certainly possessed by the devil.
(Whoa)
Uh ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots
And ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban ya like the pop
Cuz she was livin la vida loca
The woman discussed above frequents many of the popular dance clubs of the day.
In addition, she enjoys playing "Connect the Dots" whilst aboard a Caribbean Cruise.
She enjoys carbonated beverages in not only the city, but also in suburban and rural settings.
All of things are accomplished because she lives the life described in Ricky Martin's 1999 musical masterpiece, "Living la Vida Loca."
(Whoa)
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
(Ooh)
Uh think to sing it again
Cuz she had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh think to sing it again
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
After her dinner at the five-star restaurant, she returns home to relieve the babysitter. Her infant has not yet been put to bed. She admires her young daughter that attempts to crawl and scurry across the floor. Diaper in air, shuffling about and this scandalous woman talks to the young child thusly, "baby, move your butt."
This song is a literary masterpiece, I will repeat some of the lyrics.
The aforementioned woman is also a business woman. From her grandfather she inherited a fleet of dump trucks.
When ordering a fancy restaurants she often orders thigh meat; the stuttering waiter responds with "what, what, what would you like upon your thigh?"
Throughout the entire summer night this woman wear sandals. Another woman stops her on the street and asks, "Let me see your thongs." The two women discuss their love of shoes and instantly bond over this
shared interest.
Yeahhhh yeah
Yes.
[CHORUS - 3X]
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes da na da na
Baby make your booty go da na da na
Girl I know you wanna show da na da na
That thong th thong thong thong
[CHORUS - 3X]
I, the male who is telling this tale of what men speak whilst amongst themselves, enjoys when a rhythmic beat is performed thusly: da na da na.
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
While at home watching our infant, our young child unknowingly crawls about, moving her backside with the same rhythm discussed above: da na da na.
Previously, this document discussed the scantily clad woman and how she happened to interact with another woman who loved her sandals. As they became instant friends and made plans to go shoe shopping together. At some point in this trip, one turned to the other and stated, "Show me those thongs. I am considering purchasing a pair for my ever-growing collection of shoes."
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tena Free Sample
To get a free sample of Tena's fine products, click here.
So far I have tried them with a dozen bran muffins and about a half-gallon of iced tea. Still in great shape!
So far I have tried them with a dozen bran muffins and about a half-gallon of iced tea. Still in great shape!
Unofficial Sponsor
This is not an official sponsor, but more of a testimonial. Philip decided to answer one of those "junk emails." Let's just say "Mission Accomplished."
Possible Sponsor?
I was contacted by Tena about potentially having them sponsor this blog! Once I retired from teaching I figured that would be end of the work-for-pay portion of my life. That being said, I refuse to support any products that I do not believe in. Tena sent me some of their products and I have to say, I am quite impressed. I have been giving them a good, hard crap and they seem to really hold up. After literally a dozen bran muffins on the Red-Hat Ladies cruise I had to burst. Tena came to the rescue.
Best Books
http://www.bestbooks.com has tried to compile of the "Best books of all-time." It is, however, a horrible list. Dale Carnegie's "How to Win Friends and Influence People" is tied for the #1 slot - a disgrace. Same with anything by Jim Collins or Tolkien. Sell-outs. Philip K. Dick is where it's at. Oh, and Steinbeck. Many people dislike Steinbeck due to his pure verbosity, but that is where the brilliance lies! One must truly invest the time in consuming his words to derive the content. The kids these days want books that are under 800 pages. I have always said, and still believe, that a book is not a book unless it is over one thousand pages. I had to deal with complainers about this every semester when it came time for book reviews. These freshmen in college would try to get away with reading novella's (I consider this to be anything under 500 pages). To these students I would always mandate Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace. While not the longest book written, the students would become submissive after enduring his 1200 pages of brilliant mastery of the written word. I figured that if a student could not get through the four volumes of War and Peace in a single semester that they were not fit to be a University Student. I still believe this and enforce it in the occasion that I serve is some role as Professor Emeritus.
x Retired English Professor
x Retired English Professor
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