Category: play
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Gotham
I’ve been lusting after a hardbound copy of Gotham: A History of New York City to 1898 ever since I spotted it on the shelves at Paul’s Bookstore on State Street. Alas, it was priced way over the limit of what I’ll spend on any book (five dollars) that isn’t about rockets or choo-choo trains, Read.
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A lunar-licious treat for space geeks!
I can no longer fight my space-geek urges. I have to show you this amazing model of the Apollo lunar lander, assembled by Vincent Meens, a guy with way too much free time on his hands. That model is one-hundred percent scratch built! That means he didn’t assemble parts from a kit. It began life Read.
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Honeydew
Day after Labor Day, back to the grindstone. Oh, wait. I’m still on seven-day weekends. Never mind. Or not. I’ve still got some yard work to do before the snow flies, and from the way the weather’s been acting that’s probably going to be at about noon on Thursday. I’ve pledged that I will finish Read.
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The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo
I’m still digesting The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, the movie we watched yesterday evening. It’s a movie that’s taking a long time for me to digest because the way I do it is I let scenes play in my head over and over while I’m mowing the lawn or folding freshly-laundered clothes, and while Read.
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Avatar
We watched Avatar Saturday night and, not surprisingly, it wasn’t anywhere near as good as everyone said it was going to be, and by “everyone” I mean every single person I’ve spoken to, in conversation or casually, while riding in an elevator or just filling up at the gas station, or even when greeting people Read.
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The American
The American is the kind of movie I would have eaten up with a spoon when I was about eighteen years old. I was so into assassins back then that I cultivated the Hollywood version of the hit man’s personality, detached almost to the point of autism, wandering the streets of town in dark sunglasses Read.
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nice shorts
I was sitting on the back porch of a cabin on the Chain O’ Lakes with My Darling B on Saturday afternoon, taking in the sunshine and enjoying the good company, when six or seven people came trooping past on their way to the boat dock. The last guy in the line, wearing the most Read.
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Book me
While I was doinking around on the internet yesterday I followed a link to someone’s blog where I found a list of the science fiction novels considered “masterworks” by the publishing house Orion Publishing Group. They consider these novels so important that they “deserve to be in print and kept there, rather than languishing as Read.
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Great Taste
While I was looking through the photos I shot at the Great Taste of the Midwest yesterday, the first thought that came to mind when I saw this one was, Who are these people? My brain was still a little fogged from imbibing a bit too enthusiastically at the Great Taste this year. I’m usually Read.
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Shelf-Improvement
I don’t know how many books we have. I wouldn’t be able to give you even a ball park figure. Could be hundreds, could be thousands, I have no way of knowing, because most of them are doubled up in the garage-sale book shelves we’ve collected over the years, and a significant number are still Read.
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