During that period of his life, sure. But he mellowed--a lot--as he got older. If you read some of his writings, he almost comes across like some sort of country shaman or something. He became deeply religious, sorrowful for his rough-and-tumble past, and very much consciously tried to be a good person. If there was ever someone who showed that some assholes are redeemable, it was Johnny.
I read a biography of him a few years ago. Highly recommend it. And if you're not a fan of his, but are open-minded, I'd recommend American Recordings. I found it to be transcendent. But I'm a fan.
John Chancellor - As always Burns seems to pick the perfect narrator.
Hal Holbrook for Lewis & Clark. David McCullough & Peter Coyote multiple times. Keith David always fantastic. Ken Burns is a national treasure.
There's a book I read called <em>"Ken Burns's The Civil War: Historians Respond"</em> To read this thing is to be left wondering if Burns got anything right. Nobody argues that he doesn't know how to make a documentary though.
Yeah I remember that part of the show too. The change in tactics in the Pacific left a lot of people stranded with no support. Sorry fellas, we'll be back to get you later if the Japanese don't decide to stop by the island first. Talk about creepy. I enjoyed the interviews Burns did with the people at home. That lady talking about her brother and Sledge...you just could hear in in her Alabama drawl. "They were all changed when they came back from that woe-ah."
I was also taken with the Sledge story. A good read.
Hah! Same here. The weird ads. I don't carefully curate my search history because it's all camping shit, but the pizzle search turned my hotmail inbox sidebar into a pizzle bazaar. An Amazon search for "pizzle" brings 578 offerings. They've got one called "ValueBull" that's 200 count, and $472. (It's okay Skitch, go ahead and click on the link It's Amazon. They won't track you.)
200 bull dicks, at 6" each is, obviously, 100 feet of bull penis. That works out to be $4.72 a foot. I don't know about you but that seems pretty fucking cheap. Somebody offers me $4.72 a foot for my penis I'll tell them in no uncertain terms that I don't need $9 that badly. Damn it this thing is a major industry.
Times like this when I realize I'm really late to the bull dick thing. So much to learn.
Going with 2 of these.
I liked the fact that they point out that red is a hummingbird's favorite color, and thus they make the top and bottom red, but they show clear water in the clear glass nectar bottle in the picture. I have yet to see an oriole up there. Lots of loons and ducks. Lots of eagles (not as many in 2020 as 2018/2019) and ospreys. Plenty of hummingbirds but also fewer last summer for some reason. Already told you about the grouse. I'd have to say the most common birds in camp are those little black capped chickadees. They're so freaking small, but man are they bold. Sit there on the picnic table looking at me until I make a sudden move, and even then it just sort of casually scoots to a place not much further away. And finally I heard one while I was looking at it. So it's you!!! You are the ones making that two syllable beee-beee sound!! Good morning to you too you little bastards.
To call Roy Cohn Trump's "mentor" is too soft. The despicable Roy Cohn was far too venal and self-centered to offer mentoring services to anybody, unless a quid pro quo was in the offering. So the young, tall, handsome Donald Trump gave nasty little queer Roy Cohn something in return for basic life lessons, chief of which were screw everybody and payback X ten.
So what could neophyte 'business' guy Donny, who was struggling at the time, have offered creepy little Roy?
I think Democrats should hire personal lawyers to investigate this horrible, terrible travesty of moral character, maybe including Rudy Giuliani himself, all while shouting "Donny sucks dick!"
That might sway devout Trump devotees, and couldn't be any worse than current "investigations" by Rudy and invented conspiracy theories by every remnant of what was once the Grand Old Party.
Incidentally, I read Nicholas von Hoffman's excellent biography Citizen Cohn shortly after publication, and am informed by that good book.
I love buying used books. Besides getting to feel thrifty, there's a little thrill in knowing that somebody else has enjoyed a book that I'm enjoying. As you might expect, I spend a lot of money on bird books, and there's nothing I like more than finding a book that somebody has clearly used to identify birds while on vacation, with sightings from the 1960s or 1970s marked in the margins. Sometimes I'll read a book, and if I particularly enjoy it, I'll find the author on the web and send an email. Several times I've received a reply, which I print out and tuck in the front cover of the book. After I'm dead, I'm hopeful that someone else will find the book, and see the correspondence, and will enjoy it in the same way I do.
This guy sent me a hilarious series of emails. If you want to read a fun, funny book about birding, this is the one.
...and dead dogs in roadside ditches, maybe the occasional rotting corpse, lots of garbage. Under the Volcano stuff.
But Lowry's masterpiece is 70 years old and my last visit decades ago, so it's probably cleaner now.
Read.
Terrorism, properly done, should be aimed at making some jurisdiction ungovernable. You assassinate the chief of police, the governor, the tsar. You kill the judge, the policeman, the bailiff. You make people afraid to be the instruments of oppression. You pose as the friend and protector of the civilian.
Of course, as time went by, the ruling classes got much better at protecting themselves, so the targets became symbols of authority by the 1960s. In Canada, the FLQ blew up mailboxes.
Then, somewhere in the late 60s and early 70s, things took a much darker turn, particular with segments of the IRA and PLO - both secular organizations, by the way. Just blowing up random places containing random people somehow became the goal - disrupting commerce and travel, in particular. But even these organizations had real-world, if seemingly impossible, goals - reunification of Ireland and Palestine, respectively.
In the late-20th and early 21st centuries we have seen the introduction of an explicitly religious terrorism with entirely nebulous goals. They have adopted the methods of terrorism without any of the moral and ethical constraints of earlier movements that used terrorism as a tool. For an organization like Al-Qaeda, terrorism is the goal, and anybody is the target.
Had our reaction been more measured and thoughtful (and compassionate), I felt this was a self-limiting phenomenon. Only so many people are willing to blow themselves up for no particular reason. But, when you continually create martyrs, others become eager to join their ranks. So, anybody, anywhere, any time, now has a small chance of experiencing sudden, fiery death for no particular reason.
We're the same age and were captivated by the same thing. Remember 13? My school was saying daily prayers.
If you haven't already read it I recommend Borman's Countdown. Not as good as Carrying the Fire but that one stands alone in my opinion. Lost Moon also very good.
One of my favorite passages in Countdown is Borman's reprinting of an unsigned letter he got when 8 returned from the moon. "Dear Mr. Borman, You saved 1968."
One of a kind. Hell of a book if you haven't.
**Forward by Charles Lindbergh - I fell in love with "Spirit of St. Louis" and watched it 10 times before I found out Lindbergh was a slimeball.