26 February 2012

NY Times bestseller list

have to note this: Daredevil, Vol. 1, in the number one spot, written by Mark Waid and illustrated by Paolo Rivera (my son).

hope to return to regular posting this week...

21 February 2012

i've been reading...

" 'Along about April,' wrote Miss Warner at the end of that year, 'the X's began coming down from Los Alamos for dinner once a week, and they were followed by others.' After cooking all day, Miss Warner presided, wearing a simple shirtwaist dress and Indian moccasins. Everyone sat at one long, hand-carved wooden table set in the center of a dining room with whitewashed adobe walls and low-slung, hand-hewn beams. Miss Warner, aged fifty-one, served her 'hungry scientists' generous portions of home-cooked food. They ate ragout of lamb by candlelight off traditional Indian black ceramic plates and bowls, hand-coiled by the local potter, Maria Martinez. Afterwards, her guests huddled briefly together by the fireplace for warmth before making the long drive back up to the mesa. In return for this evening of candle-lit adobe ambience, Miss Warner charged her guests the token sum of $2 per head. She knew only that these mysterious people were working 'for some very secret project ...Santa Fe calls it a submarine base - as good a guess as any!' "

American Prometheus, by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin

The House at Otowi Bridge, by Peggy Pond Church, a story about Edith Warner

12 February 2012

she was only 48...

(CBS News)

Singer Whitney Houston died yesterday at the age of 48. She leaves a significant musical legacy. An appreciation, now from our Bill Flanagan of MTV:


"From the time Whitney was a kid, she was the object of enormous expectations. And you know what? She lived up to them all.

Her voice contained gospel, soul, rock and pop. It was a young voice, an old voice - it was timeless.

Like Elvis, like Sinatra, she could elevate a mediocre song by her taste, her virtuosity, and by the conviction she brought to each performance.

And when she got her chops around a GOOD song? The heavens opened.

Whitney Houston was a public figure her whole adult life. She battled her demons in the public eye. Today, everyone will praise her. Tonight at the Grammys, she will be paid tribute. In the next few days she will be eulogized. That's as it should be, she deserves it.

But wouldn't it be great if all of us could then leave it at that? Let's ignore the gossip press and scandal media that will try to exploit her memory now that she can't defend herself.

Whitney Houston touched millions of us, but she does not belong to us. She was someone's daughter. She was someone's mother. Her memory, like her love, belongs to them.

The rest of us will always have her music.

When the eulogies have ended, let's let Whitney Houston rest in peace."

Bill Flanagan, MTV

06 February 2012

i've been reading...

"In the post-9/11 era, it is worth recalling that at the dawn of the nuclear age, the father of the atomic bomb warned us that it was a weapon of indiscriminate terror that instantly had made America more vulnerable to wanton attack. When he was asked in a closed Senate hearing in 1946 'whether three of four men couldn't smuggle units of an [atomic] bomb into New York and blow up the whole city,' he responded pointedly, 'Of course it could be done, and people could destroy New York.' To the follow-up question of a startled senator, 'What instrument would you use to detect an atomic bomb hidden somewhere in a city?' Oppenheimer quipped, 'A screwdriver [to open each and every crate or suitcase].' "

American Prometheus, The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer
by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin

p.s. having some problems with Photoshop, so image posting will be on hold 'til the issues are resolved - thank you for your patience...

"Before you can blame an individual for their choices, you have to make sure they have the same choices as everyone else."

Bix , the fanatic cook.