Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The Dispatcher by Ryan David Jahn (Plus Giveaway!)
Part Of The Synopsis From Back Cover:
Ian Hunt is a police dispatcher in East Texas. Just as his shift is ending he gets a call from his fourteen-year-old daughter - who was declared dead four months earlier.
The call is cut off by the man who snatched her from her bedroom when she was seven. A basic description of the kidnapper is all Ian has to go on.
The trail leads to a local couple, but this is just the start of Ian's fight to get his daughter back. What follows is a bullet-strewn cross-country chase from Texas to California along Interstate 10.
I can't recall a ton of books that I've read over the last few years that deal with a father doing everything they need to do to protect their child. Other than Cormac McCarthy's The Road, my brain is a little stumped trying to remember another book that I've read, that deals with the specific relationship of father and child. I don't even think I could name a book I've seen reviewed somewhere else in the last few years that reflect such a perspective. I could name off tons of book that deal with mothers protecting or rescuing their kids, but not fathers. I'm not sure if it's just that I'm not being exposed to the books, or if it's because they aren't being written. Whatever the explanation, when I read the synopsis of this book, I jumped at the chance to read it.
From the get go, Ian and his fight to get his daughter back kept me on the proverbial edge of my seat the entire time I had the book open. It was one of those reads that I didn't necessarily want to put down, and only did so under duress. Ian is a emotionally crippled man who has had to deal with the abduction of his daughter seven years ago, a horrific experience that has destroyed every other relationship he had. His wife left him for another police officer. The relationship with his son, who was in high school at the time of the abduction, is damaged beyond repair. Ian could not help but blame him for his sister's abduction. He never wanted to feel that way, but sometimes the brain really has no control over how someone is going to react.
From the moment Ian receives that phone call, he is racing against time. He doesn't know what the kidnapper will do now that he is in danger of being found out. When the bodies of 3 other female toddlers along with the nightgown Ian's daughter was wearing the night she disappeared are discovered on private property, they get the break they need. I'm not going to even get into how the bodies were discovered because it's the result of one of those seemingly random events that can get you into trouble, even if you don't realize it at the time. But the way it happens is brilliant and never seems to be unbelievable.
When the initial contact with the suspect ends up with two officers dead and Ian in the hospital, it's up to Ian to get his ass in gear and save his daughter on his own. He leaves the hospital and sets out on a crusade to get his daughter and his life back. He does something that I'm sure some out there would find to be over the top or out of character, but I'm pretty damn sure I would have done the same thing Ian does. If someone had knowledge of where my son was at, and would not spill the beans, I would do everything I had to do to get that information. Rescuing my son would comes first, consequences can be dealt with after my child was safe.
What follows is a car chase across barren deserts and abandoned towns. It's a chase filled with violence and blood shed. Innocent people lose their lives along the way, people who were just trying to do the right thing. It's a bloody journey that I would pray no father would ever have to make, but it's a journey that any father should be willing to embark on in order to protect their child.
I would like to thank Lisa of TLC Book Tours for the opportunity to read and review this book. Please visit the tour page for other reviews and additional chances to win your very own copy.
Now onto the giveaway. One lucky reader will win a copy of The Dispatcher. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment with your email address. It's as simple as that. The giveaway will end on 3/15/12 at 11:59 PM CST. I will select the winner using random.org and will then email the winner. The winner will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be picked.
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Leap Day
It's February 29, 2012 - Leap Year Day. As I drove home from work (yea - payday!), I decided I'd take some random pictures to mark the day. Signs of spring outdoors, and yes a wild stuffed piggie.
Cool light pattern from our french patio doors at approximately 4:30 pm
Nifty shadow perspective
This festive plant is sitting on my kitchen table, but I moved it for the light pattern on the floor. I bought it at Calloways on Sunday, just to brighten our February. Love the colors and I hope to pot it later, but I'm waiting in case of a final freeze. Then again, it's 72 degrees today. No wonder weeds are choosing to sprout.
Rest In Peace Davy Jones...Raymond Tyler's Fave DJ Video's
Always wondered if this was after The Monkees wrapped their show.
The POP UP VIDEO VERSION is a whoot.
As a kid I never wanted my black friends to know I loved this song.
As a kid I never wanted my black friends to know I loved this song.
CBS News .com Story
We're The Young Generation And We Got Something To Say!
Davy Jones Dead at 66 (From Rolling Stone)
By Andy Greene
February 29, 2012 1:01 PM ET
Davy Jones on the set of the television show 'The Monkees.'
Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images
Davy Jones of the Monkees has died of an apparent heart attack at age 66. The singer – who had been on a solo tour this month - complained of chest pains last evening and was admitted to a hospital this morning in Stuart, Florida.
Jones was born in Manchester, England and started acting as a child. In 1964 he had the misfortune of appearing in the cast of Oliver! on the same episode where the Beatles made their debut. The next year he was cast in The Monkees, a comedy show/band inspired by the success of the Beatles. They were an instant hit in the ratings and the record shops, scoring massive singles with "Last Train To Clarksville," "I'm A Believer," "Stepping Stone" and "Pleasant Valley Sunday." Jones – who played tambourine in the band – was the lead vocalist on the classics "Daydream Believer" and "I Wanna Be Free." At the peak of their popularity in 1967 they sold more albums than the Beatles.
The Monkees music was written by some of the best songwriters of the day, including Carole King and Neil Diamond. As the group grew more popular, they insisted on writing their own music and playing their own instruments. Although their later work has attracted a huge cult audience over the years, their mainstream success quickly dwindled and the group split in 1971. Jones went onto a solo career, and he memorably performed his song "Girl" on an episode of The Brady Bunch.
Jones returned to acting in the late 1970s when his solo career failed to take off, but he found it difficult to escape the shadow of the Monkees. By the mid-1980s Monkee mania was reborn when MTV and other stations began regularly airing old episodes of the tv show. The band – minus Mike Nesmith – reunited for a highly successful reunion tour in 1986. They toured off and on through 2001 when infighting led to another split. Last summer they patched things up for a 45h anniversary tour, though it was called short because of what guitarist Peter Tork called a "glitch."
Michael Nesmith posted a tribute to Jones on his Facebook page. "I will miss him, but I won’t abandon him to mortality," he wrote. "I will think of him as existing within the animating life that insures existence. I will think of him and his family with that gentle regard in spite of all the contrary appearances on the mortal plane. David’s spirit and soul live well in my heart, among all the lovely people, who remember with me the good times, and the healing times, that were created for so many, including us. I have fond memories. I wish him safe travels."
Jones was on a solo tour at the time of his death, playing as recently as last week.
Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/monkees-singer-davy-jones-dead-at-66-20120229#ixzz1noFFKWuw
Novos talentos
Embora agora não aconteça tanto (ou, pelo menos, eu não tenho notado), aqui há uns tempos cada autor parecia obcecado em transmitir a ideia que saíra do ventre de caneta em punho e ideias formadas. Um despique no qual usavam como arma e divisa de orgulho a idade precoce com que começaram a escrever. 14! 13! 9! Os números desciam de tal maneira que a determinada altura temi ler sobre autores cuja carreira literária começara na altura da concepção ou na encarnação anterior.
Gosto de acreditar que tais afirmações não são feitas para alcançar uma suposta superioridade face aos demais, mas apenas para demonstrar que o interesse pela arte de escrever nasceu cedo e com ela o longo processo de aprendizagem.
Têm razão, estou a ser ingénuo.
Verdade, já aqui falei das minhas primeira experiência como escritor, contudo, para mim a idade em que elas aconteceram não é motivo de orgulho, apenas um facto, aliás, nada nelas existe para que sejam olhadas com orgulho. Um misto de humildade e embaraço, que relembram o logo caminho percorrido e o ainda extenso por percorrer, talvez, mas não orgulho. Um autor usar a primeira história que escreveu, especialmente quando feita em tenra idade, para valorizar, de algum modo, a sua escrita, é o mesmo que avaliar a vida sexual pela primeira masturbação. É como medir o talento de um engenheiro civil pela primeira construção com Legos ou um futebolista pela primeira vez que chutou uma bola.
Todos aqueles autores que nos querem convencer que a sua primeira palavra foi subtexto e que conceberam uma trilogia antes de saberem andar não entendem que os prodígios, por definição, são raros. Os Mozart’s são a excepção, não a regra! Por cada génio literário, existem centenas de escritores que têm de trabalhar duramente e é nessa categoria que a maioria de nós se encaixa.
Meus amigos, querem o rótulo de génio, força, é vosso, eu prefiro admitir desde já o oposto e continuar a aperfeiçoar-me.
St. Patrick's Day Block Party ~ March 17 From WildWood NJ.com
Everyone will be Irish for the day on Saturday, March 17 at the first-ever Wildwood St. Patrick's Day Block Party! The family-friendly festivities will take place on Pacific Avenue between Spencer and Lincoln Avenues in Wildwood from 9 a.m. until 10 p.m., rain or shine.
Start the day with a 'Kegs-n-Eggs' breakfast buffet from 9-11 a.m. Price is $10 per person and includes two drink tickets, and proceeds will benefit Lunch with Lynch.
There will be a giant heated tent along with a face painter, balloon artist, stilt walker, leprechaun, vendors and games. There will also be an attempt to make the world's largest shepherd pie for the Guinness Book of World Records. A minimum $1 donation is required to receive a fork and bowl, and all donations will benefit Lunch with Lynch.
Later in the evening Pentatonix, Season 3 Champions from NBC's The Sing Off, will be performing from 8:30-9:30 p.m. along with special guests Burning Bridget Cleary, the Soul Cruisers and Hydeaway.
Be sure to stick around for a chance to win a trip to Ireland courtesy of Cattle 'n Clover Irish Steakhouse and 98.7 the Coast.
The Block Party is FREE to attend and is the place to be this St. Patrick's Day!
For additional information call 609.522.3800 or visit www.WildwoodStPatsDay.com.
The Sorrow retrasará su nuevo disco
El grupo austríaco de metalcore The Sorrow ha anunciado que la publicación de su próximo disco se verá retrasada.
En el comunicado nos contaban que:
"Debido a que Mätze (Mathias Schlegl) sufre una infección en sus cuerdas vocales tendremos que posponer la publicación de nuestro nuevo álbum hasta otoño. Esto quiere decir que el disco estará en las tiendas de 8 a 12 semanas más tarde de lo previsto. ¡La buena noticia es que va a ser totalmente asombroso! Trabajamos muy duro durante las últimas semanas y meses con nuestro amigo y productor Sky van Hoff. Y los resultados son simplemente... wow. Y para todos los que planean vernos en directo: no os preocupéis, Mätze estará en forma a tiempo..."
Tendremos por lo tanto que esperar 2 o 3 meses más de lo que creíamos para disfrutar de este nuevo trabajo del cuarteto austriaco. Confío en que será un maravilloso disco como lo fueron sus 3 predecesores.
En el comunicado nos contaban que:
"Debido a que Mätze (Mathias Schlegl) sufre una infección en sus cuerdas vocales tendremos que posponer la publicación de nuestro nuevo álbum hasta otoño. Esto quiere decir que el disco estará en las tiendas de 8 a 12 semanas más tarde de lo previsto. ¡La buena noticia es que va a ser totalmente asombroso! Trabajamos muy duro durante las últimas semanas y meses con nuestro amigo y productor Sky van Hoff. Y los resultados son simplemente... wow. Y para todos los que planean vernos en directo: no os preocupéis, Mätze estará en forma a tiempo..."
Tendremos por lo tanto que esperar 2 o 3 meses más de lo que creíamos para disfrutar de este nuevo trabajo del cuarteto austriaco. Confío en que será un maravilloso disco como lo fueron sus 3 predecesores.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
A Face In The Crowd by Lynda La Plante
Synopsis From Back Cover:
The coroner's report identifies the body as young, black, female, and impossibly anonymous. Yet one thing is clear to Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison about the latest victim discovered in one of London's poorest districts - that news of her murder will tear apart a city already crackling with racial tensions, hurling Scotland Yard and Tennison herself into a maelstrom of shocking accusations and sudden, wrenching violence.
Even as London's brutal killer remains at large, Tennison remains locked in a struggle to overcome of her station house's brutal chauvinism and insidious politicking. And as the department's deeply rooted racism rears its head to overshadow every facet of her new investigation, the trail of her prime suspect is growing colder. Worse, when the details of the beleaguered detective's stormy personal life explode across the headlines of London's sleaziest tabloids, Tennison's already frenzied determination to bring the killer to justice will be catapulted into obsession - one that could send her spiraling over the edge.
I'm not sure what to say about this one that I didn't say about the first book in the series, Prime Suspect. So I must humbly beg your forgiveness if this review is a bit shorter that either one of us would have liked it to be.
Jane Tennison, as much as I loved her in the previous book, I fell even harder as I read A Face in the Crowd. She isn't the nicest or most sympathetic of characters, but there is just something so deeply flawed and fragile about her that I can't help but find her both sympathetic and endearing. She is someone who has to constantly work the angles and play her cards right in order to not just get ahead, but even be allowed to play the game. She is in constant fight mode, which wreaks havoc with her personal life but seems to benefit her as she fight in a male dominated workplace.
She is one of those characters that most of her colleagues don't like, but respect her abilities. She is viewed in a rather sexist way, judged for actions and attitude that would be admired in a man. When I read books like this, I always wonder how much of this actually goes on in the workplace. I'm sure it's contingent on what the job is, homicide detectives probably being one of those that does have a bit of sexist overtones to it still. But, what do I know. I'm neither a homicide detective or a woman, so I really have no clue on what it is really like.
As much as I love Tennison, what has really been making me fall in love with this series are the mysteries themselves. Lynda La Plante has such a wonderfully detailed style that somehow manages to keep the story simple and realistic. None of the details seem unnecessary or out of place, but it's the depth of those details that makes every word and action on the page, jump off and embed itself in my imagination. I got lost within this world and the back story of this brutal crime. And by the end, I was content with the outcome and just a bit pleased with the fact I didn't see all of it before hand.
I would like to thank Trish of TLC Book Tours for the opportunity to read and review this book. Please visit the tour page to read other reviews.
Favorite Fictional Character --- Sophia Petrillo
I must say that I'm feeling just a tad bit sad over the month of February coming to an end. I have had so much fun revisiting one of my favorite groups of girls, that It's almost like having The Golden Girls go off the air once again. I've really enjoyed hanging out with the girls again and I guess it's time to introduce the last of the quartet, Sophia Petrillo, the den mother of them all.
Born in Sicily, the home of a lot of my ancestors, Sophia eventually made her way to the United States, where she took on New York then Florida. Through children, deaths, divorces, and business failures, Sophia kept a level head and pulled her and hers through it all.
When she was forced to move out of her nursing home and into the home that her daughter, Dorothy, shared with two other women, Sophia quickly fell into the role of mother and mouther to them all. After listening to Sophia talk, you are able to understand where Dorothy got her mouth from. Sophia had a caustic wit and lethal tongue, but even at her meanest, there was a deep and everlasting love behind it.
She was a brilliant storyteller who never tired of telling about the old days in Sicily. Whether is involved the business of making people sleep with the fishes, putting curses on her rivals, or her unending list of lovers (including Picasso), Sophia had either one of the most interesting your adult hoods or had an even better imagination.
She was the glue the that held the house together. Without her, I believe, the other three girls would have made more mistakes (especially in love) than they did with her around. There wouldn't have been the sage, older woman to give advice and solace when it was most needed. Sophia was the heart of the group, a heart that still beats every time she appears on the small screen.
Not So Gray Lady - Jill Abramson
I read about Jill Abramson in More magazine (March 2012 issue. Article by Nina Burleigh) and wanted to feature her today. Her story struck me - hard work, intelligence, tenacity, and a love of words. She's only fifty-eight, a mother of two, and has a book published about her dog. She never plotted to get to the top - intensity, probing questions, and results steered her path.
October 2011, Jill Abramson became executive editor of The New York Times. She's the first female leader of THE paper, and must work hard to keep it relevant in changing times. Her background is Harvard, then investigative reporting, and finally her position as Washington bureau chief during the 9/11 Pentagon attack proved her mettle. She remained calm and directed all aspects of the coverage of that terrible day.
"I have always had a strong desire to get to the bottom of the facts, especially when people say the facts are unknowable," she says of her decision to become a journalist.
"Every word that you write about someone is branded on them, and words are not casual things." I love this quote.
"There are new challenges every hour," she acknowledges. She's working to be more accessible, and looks at innovation and newsroom integration (digital and print) as prime issues for The New York Times. Survival in the publishing industry is key. Sounds to me like they've got the right person for the job.
October 2011, Jill Abramson became executive editor of The New York Times. She's the first female leader of THE paper, and must work hard to keep it relevant in changing times. Her background is Harvard, then investigative reporting, and finally her position as Washington bureau chief during the 9/11 Pentagon attack proved her mettle. She remained calm and directed all aspects of the coverage of that terrible day.
"I have always had a strong desire to get to the bottom of the facts, especially when people say the facts are unknowable," she says of her decision to become a journalist.
"Every word that you write about someone is branded on them, and words are not casual things." I love this quote.
"There are new challenges every hour," she acknowledges. She's working to be more accessible, and looks at innovation and newsroom integration (digital and print) as prime issues for The New York Times. Survival in the publishing industry is key. Sounds to me like they've got the right person for the job.
Five Finger Death Punch - Remember Everything
La banda de metal alternativo Five Finger Death Punch ha publicado el segundo vídeo correspondiente a su último trabajo American Capitalist.
La canción escogida es posiblemente la más emotiva del disco, "Remember Everything".
El vídeo, lo único que puedo decir es que es sublime. En el podemos ver una especie de resumen de la vida de un hombre, desde sus primeros momentos a su muerte. Hacia el final, en su etapa adulta, parece querer olvidar todo lo vivido rompiendo algunos recuerdos con un mazo tanto de su infancia como de sus años de madurez. Al final del vídeo sale en un hospital, ya en su momento final en donde muere postrado en una cama.
La historia en si es preciosa y queda muy bien con la canción. Una vez más han optado por un vídeo realmente bonito y emotivo. Llama la atención la poca presencia de los miembros de la banda ya que, si no estás atento, no ves a ninguno de ellos. Cada uno sale en un momento del vídeo durante un muy breve período de tiempo. El primero en salir es el guitarrista Jason Hook en el minuto 2:01 conduciendo el coche de la boda del protagonista. Más tarde aparece en el minuto 3:31 aparece Jeremy Spencer, consolando al abatido y atormentado hombre tras haber matado a un soldado rival. Aquí comentaré que estos dos papeles podrían estar cambiados ya que con lo poco que aparecen ambos y lo mucho que se parecen, el primero podría ser Jeremy y el segundo Jason o viceversa. Me decanté por la opción ya comentada porque el de la segunda escena me parece Jeremy por la forma de andar. Al llevar ambos pelo largo liso y perilla, además de los brazos tatuados, es casi imposible distinguirlos en este vídeo. Entre Jason y Jeremy, en el minuto 2:44 aparece Ivan Moody cogiendo un arma haciendo de soldado. Los dos restantes miembros de 5FDP no aparecen hasta el final del vídeo. En el minuto 4:13, con el anciano protagonista agonizando, Zoltán Báthory aparece en silla de ruedas actuando como un señor ingresado en el hospital y segundos más tarde, en el 4:22, el bajista Chris Kael recoge una moneda que le cae de la mano al anciano tras morir, guardándosela en el bolsillo.
Os dejo con el vídeo para que lo disfrutéis, "Remember Everything":
La canción escogida es posiblemente la más emotiva del disco, "Remember Everything".
El vídeo, lo único que puedo decir es que es sublime. En el podemos ver una especie de resumen de la vida de un hombre, desde sus primeros momentos a su muerte. Hacia el final, en su etapa adulta, parece querer olvidar todo lo vivido rompiendo algunos recuerdos con un mazo tanto de su infancia como de sus años de madurez. Al final del vídeo sale en un hospital, ya en su momento final en donde muere postrado en una cama.
La historia en si es preciosa y queda muy bien con la canción. Una vez más han optado por un vídeo realmente bonito y emotivo. Llama la atención la poca presencia de los miembros de la banda ya que, si no estás atento, no ves a ninguno de ellos. Cada uno sale en un momento del vídeo durante un muy breve período de tiempo. El primero en salir es el guitarrista Jason Hook en el minuto 2:01 conduciendo el coche de la boda del protagonista. Más tarde aparece en el minuto 3:31 aparece Jeremy Spencer, consolando al abatido y atormentado hombre tras haber matado a un soldado rival. Aquí comentaré que estos dos papeles podrían estar cambiados ya que con lo poco que aparecen ambos y lo mucho que se parecen, el primero podría ser Jeremy y el segundo Jason o viceversa. Me decanté por la opción ya comentada porque el de la segunda escena me parece Jeremy por la forma de andar. Al llevar ambos pelo largo liso y perilla, además de los brazos tatuados, es casi imposible distinguirlos en este vídeo. Entre Jason y Jeremy, en el minuto 2:44 aparece Ivan Moody cogiendo un arma haciendo de soldado. Los dos restantes miembros de 5FDP no aparecen hasta el final del vídeo. En el minuto 4:13, con el anciano protagonista agonizando, Zoltán Báthory aparece en silla de ruedas actuando como un señor ingresado en el hospital y segundos más tarde, en el 4:22, el bajista Chris Kael recoge una moneda que le cae de la mano al anciano tras morir, guardándosela en el bolsillo.
Os dejo con el vídeo para que lo disfrutéis, "Remember Everything":
Monday, February 27, 2012
Tips To Keep Eating Better! By Raymond Tyler
I used to only treat myself to tuna steak about twice a year. Now I plan to have it at least once a month. |
5 Quick Tips On Continuing To Eat Right/Better
As I said earlier and several times on the radio, I would not have lost any weight or bought into the Train Studios program if all I could eat was stuff that taste like card board and drink water.
I love food.
However, in making my lifestyle change Mc Donald’s could no longer be a part of my every day, every week food pyramid. Neither could pizza and a lot of other foods that I know now had been destroying my health.
On the day I am writing this it has been one month and 25 lbs since I had a soda.
Working out every day and not eating bread, or pasta, or dessert is not easy but when I consider how much better I feel, it is easy enough.
Still, I understand that some of you may be struggling with food so here are my tips on how I stay on course through this new life style.
· Eat. Don’t Diet. Don’t Deny Yourself.
On my current “food schedule” I eat 6 meals a day. Now my meals contain very little sugar (mostly from stuff like ketchup or barbecue sauce.) My meals contain no bread products or starch. So every 3 hours I have fish, chicken, or steak along with something green. So because I am always eating I am a) rarely hungry and b) not snacking between meals.
· Diversify Meals.
Remember me? The “I Love Food Guy?” Well the hardest part about how I eat now is having a wide enough variety of food. On the upside, I have added steak back to my current menu (at least until I hit my goal weight.) On the downside I have the hardest time keeping fish, chicken, turkey and the little beef I allow myself interesting. One thing I do is use Hesh and the staff at Train as a life line and we when ever I have questions, cravings, concerns about keeping the menu fresh they are only a cell phone away. Plus they do provide several easy to prepare recipes at www.TrainStudios.com. Now I myself do not eat pork or shrimp but if you do enjoy.
I have also used this new lifestyle as a way to treat myself to dishes I may have only had once or twice a year like tuna steak.
· Drink Water
Drinking water period just does wonders for the body. The professionals at Tran suggest 2 gallons over a days time. I will say that drinking water is a key part of helping your whole body reset. Drinking water also calms the cravings for between meal snacking and also calms the craving to over eat. Many times when you don’t drink enough water your mind will think you are hungry when actually you just have not drank enough water.
· Eat Better When You Can’t Eat Right.
I ordered an oven roasted chicken sandwich from Sub Way . As I said I am not currently eating any bread. The roll smelled so good I almost licked it before I threw it away. When I get down to my goal weight. If I have to have that same sandwich. I can cut the top half off. Or only take a bite or two from the bread. Very few of us eat 100% right all the time.
When I knew Super Bowl Sunday was coming, I talked to Hesh at Train because I knew there would The Super Bowl would not be super for Raymond without chicken wings. Here’s how we handled it.
- Called ahead to try and get in a order for grilled wings.
- For one day I allowed myself to have the “sticky sauce” and not worry about what was in it.
- Remembered all the hard work I already but in so before I even put this plan in motion decided I would have an enjoyable amount of wings but not SUPER BOWLS full.
- The Plan is The Most Important Thing
Planning is everything. If your plan is to just block food out of your mind, I don’t think it will work. For me I am always thinking about food and how I am going to make my meals better, healthier, tastier more enjoyable. I can’t block food out of your mind all day and then show up at an office party and think I am not going to have something on my “food no fly list.” When I know I have a party or a restaurant appearance I plan a head, so that when I get there I know what I am going to eat and drink. Again if you are going out with friends from the job. Call ahead and see what they have that would be good for you.
I hope these tips help. If you are in good shape, keep up the positive lifestyle. Please consider Train to help you stay that way or even improve your shape.
If you are not in the best of shape, make that change today. YOU CAN DO IT!
Train Studios can definitely help.
Train Studios can definitely help.
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Sunday, February 26, 2012
Mailbox Monday for 2/27/12
Mailbox Monday is a weekly meme created by Marcia at A Girl and Her Books and is being hosted all this month by Metroreader.
I received an ARC of A Partial History of Lost Causes by Jennifer Dubois for an upcoming TLC Book Tour.
I used to own Sometimes I Dream by Mario Frangoulis but have not been able to find it for a while, so the other day I bought a new CD. He is my favorite tenor by far so I never tire of listening to this one.
Behind the Scenes: Writer’s Log VIII
Sabem aqueles dias em que o despertador nos acorda de um sonho maravilhoso (interpretem isso como quiserem...), batemos com a canela em algo bicudo assim que nos levantamos e ficamos sem água quente a meio do banho? Um daqueles em que logo à partida nos apercebemos: "isto não vai ser um bom dia"? Estão a percepcionar essa sensação, pois tripliquem-na e terão uma ideia do que foi a minha semana. Quer dizer, pelo menos a nível de escrita, embora nos resto também não tenha sido famoso...
Foi uma daquelas semanas "bola de neve". Azares que por sua vez deram origem a erros, que desmotivaram, desmotivação essa que deu origem a mais erros e azares. Um círculo vicioso que, verdade seja dita, apenas piorou por falha minha. Enfim, não tendo mais ninguém em quem deitar as culpas apenas me resta passar um borracha sobre esta última semana e retomar o trabalho em mãos. Como diz o Skipper: "Don't give me excuses, give me results!"
Por outro lado, consegui iniciar o processo que levará à tradução de "Crónicas Obscuras - A Vingança do Lobo"...
Texas 2012 Day 3 - The Curse of the Aplomado
Before we get to our feature, The Curse of the Aplomado, let's see a few other sightings of note on our Day 2 (Feb 14) of birding in the Rio Grande Valley.
We stopped on Hwy 100 en route to the island and saw some great birds:
Chihuahuan Ravens! I wasn't sure but Gretchen remembered the telltale sign: the white bases of the feathers, which are sorta visible in the first crappy photo! Lifer! Sorry for the crappy photo; it was super cloudy and late in the day.
While were checking out the ravens, we kept hearing a beautiful little warbley/whistley call that was definitely that of a sparrow. I remembered what Last-Year-Guy had told us about Cassin's Sparrows being everywhere out here -- we were quite close to Old Port Isabel Road or, as I now call it, Aplomado Highway. Why not use the BirdJam? Sure enough, after a few calls from the iPad, this little guy popped up out of the brush:
Cassin's Sparrow! Another lifer, like five minutes after the ravens!
A little further down the road we saw a White-tailed Kite, a lifer for Gretchen but not for me -- but I'd never had looks at one like these:
That was really exciting! What a beautiful bird and talented flyer this individual was. The hovering in the air -- the kiting -- was awesome. I don't know why they're not called just plain old White Kites, because much more than the tail is white on this bird. ?
We didn't stop for the Aplomado then, even though we were near Old Port Isabel Road, as it was late in the day, but you can be sure we felt pretty darned confident about seeing that falcon.
We spent Tuesday night on the island, pausing for some good seafood and margaritas. We were prepared for the hunt for the Aplomado Falcon; I was foiled last year, but this year I would get that bird!
We woke up Wednesday morning, Day 3, with a mission: APFA or die!
The Curse of the Aplomado
Some of you may remember the tale of woe surrounding last year's search for the Aplomado Falcon that was "can't miss!" on Old Port Isabel Road. My sister Mary and I ended up searching, arguing, and gnashing our teeth, all for naught: no Aplomado. We went on two separate days, we looked at other sites where they'd been seen -- nothing.
Well, with all our success already -- I mean, we'd gotten Whooping Cranes just by driving near Aransas NWR AND a Ferruginous Hawk, baby! We'd gotten Chihuahuan Ravens and Cassin's Sparrows right near THE road! -- and this year, Gretchen was armed with her Vortex bad-ass scope, by golly! -- we were going to see that falcon or else.
While we were out on Hwy 100, we saw a raptor fly across the road, carrying a long piece of what looked like grass. Nest-building? The bird simply disappeared, though -- but it seemed it was flying toward a big cellphone tower right on the road. But could this be our APFA? We'd only seen it for a second or two when we were distracted by another raptor (danged red-tail!), and the first bird was gone.
Still--perhaps it was a sign? We were going to see the bird!
We arrived at the turn for Old Port Isabel Road and encountered our first obstacle:
I'm sure everyone knows about the five-year drought that's been taking place in Texas. Well, it seems they've had a little rain lately, and this "road" was now a mudpit.
Still, I was confident; I figured if I stayed over on the edge and kept two tires on the brushy grass, I'd be okay. I figured if I just went really fast, I'd be okay. Gretchen started to say, "Um, BFF, I don't know about this...." or something to that effect.
I just hit the gas.
For a little stretch, I was okay; I was keeping to the edge of the big ruts and my tires were biting. Then, suddenly, we were stuck. That first picture is the view from the driver's seat.
We got out, got covered in mud, and tried pushing (well, Gretchen pushed; I drove!) Let's just say that if two nice guys hadn't showed up and pushed us out, we might still be there today, scanning the skies for Aplomado Falcons and cursing our crappy rental.
Here's a picture we took later of the rental:
Hey, it's a rental! There's a blob of mud on the passenger-side bumper that stuck there until we washed the car on our last day. I had to remove the giant blob on the windshield.
So we decided to try walking on the road, in search of the infamous "hack tower" on which the APFAs have been nest-building. The only tower we saw was a big cellphone tower, so we set up the scope and starting checking it out. We DID see a raptor about halfway up the tower, but his body was hidden by the struts; his head looked promising, but once again it was just too far and there was too much heat shimmer to be certain that this was our bird. We spent a while there, hoping it would take flight, looking all around, but all we saw was Turkey Vultures, Loggerhead Shrikes, a Northern Mockingbird, a bunch of Eastern Meadowlarks, and a Lincoln's Sparrow.
There was no way to get closer to this tower, and there was no way to get anything close to a decent photo. We finally gave up. We plodded back to the car, which was, thankfully, on solid ground and waiting for us to start on our next adventure.
We checked that cell tower by the road again but found nothing. Once again, the curse had struck. By the time we'd driven to Estero Llano Grande SP in Weslaco, I had pretty much convinced myself that APFAs don't actually exist. They are like unicorns.
UNICORNS, I TELL YOU! I will not waste any more time looking for this bird! I called Mary and recounted our tale of woe version 2.0; she encouraged me to put the bird out of my mind and move on.
Sigh.
Well, we got to Estero and noticed the mud was still drying up and falling off the car (as it would for the rest of the trip):
I can only hope that the rental car agency doesn't find this blog.
My next post will detail the wonders of Estero Llano Grande State Park and points beyond.
We stopped on Hwy 100 en route to the island and saw some great birds:
Chihuahuan Ravens! I wasn't sure but Gretchen remembered the telltale sign: the white bases of the feathers, which are sorta visible in the first crappy photo! Lifer! Sorry for the crappy photo; it was super cloudy and late in the day.
While were checking out the ravens, we kept hearing a beautiful little warbley/whistley call that was definitely that of a sparrow. I remembered what Last-Year-Guy had told us about Cassin's Sparrows being everywhere out here -- we were quite close to Old Port Isabel Road or, as I now call it, Aplomado Highway. Why not use the BirdJam? Sure enough, after a few calls from the iPad, this little guy popped up out of the brush:
Cassin's Sparrow! Another lifer, like five minutes after the ravens!
A little further down the road we saw a White-tailed Kite, a lifer for Gretchen but not for me -- but I'd never had looks at one like these:
That was really exciting! What a beautiful bird and talented flyer this individual was. The hovering in the air -- the kiting -- was awesome. I don't know why they're not called just plain old White Kites, because much more than the tail is white on this bird. ?
We didn't stop for the Aplomado then, even though we were near Old Port Isabel Road, as it was late in the day, but you can be sure we felt pretty darned confident about seeing that falcon.
We spent Tuesday night on the island, pausing for some good seafood and margaritas. We were prepared for the hunt for the Aplomado Falcon; I was foiled last year, but this year I would get that bird!
We woke up Wednesday morning, Day 3, with a mission: APFA or die!
The Curse of the Aplomado
Some of you may remember the tale of woe surrounding last year's search for the Aplomado Falcon that was "can't miss!" on Old Port Isabel Road. My sister Mary and I ended up searching, arguing, and gnashing our teeth, all for naught: no Aplomado. We went on two separate days, we looked at other sites where they'd been seen -- nothing.
Well, with all our success already -- I mean, we'd gotten Whooping Cranes just by driving near Aransas NWR AND a Ferruginous Hawk, baby! We'd gotten Chihuahuan Ravens and Cassin's Sparrows right near THE road! -- and this year, Gretchen was armed with her Vortex bad-ass scope, by golly! -- we were going to see that falcon or else.
While we were out on Hwy 100, we saw a raptor fly across the road, carrying a long piece of what looked like grass. Nest-building? The bird simply disappeared, though -- but it seemed it was flying toward a big cellphone tower right on the road. But could this be our APFA? We'd only seen it for a second or two when we were distracted by another raptor (danged red-tail!), and the first bird was gone.
Still--perhaps it was a sign? We were going to see the bird!
We arrived at the turn for Old Port Isabel Road and encountered our first obstacle:
I'm sure everyone knows about the five-year drought that's been taking place in Texas. Well, it seems they've had a little rain lately, and this "road" was now a mudpit.
Still, I was confident; I figured if I stayed over on the edge and kept two tires on the brushy grass, I'd be okay. I figured if I just went really fast, I'd be okay. Gretchen started to say, "Um, BFF, I don't know about this...." or something to that effect.
I just hit the gas.
For a little stretch, I was okay; I was keeping to the edge of the big ruts and my tires were biting. Then, suddenly, we were stuck. That first picture is the view from the driver's seat.
We got out, got covered in mud, and tried pushing (well, Gretchen pushed; I drove!) Let's just say that if two nice guys hadn't showed up and pushed us out, we might still be there today, scanning the skies for Aplomado Falcons and cursing our crappy rental.
Here's a picture we took later of the rental:
Hey, it's a rental! There's a blob of mud on the passenger-side bumper that stuck there until we washed the car on our last day. I had to remove the giant blob on the windshield.
So we decided to try walking on the road, in search of the infamous "hack tower" on which the APFAs have been nest-building. The only tower we saw was a big cellphone tower, so we set up the scope and starting checking it out. We DID see a raptor about halfway up the tower, but his body was hidden by the struts; his head looked promising, but once again it was just too far and there was too much heat shimmer to be certain that this was our bird. We spent a while there, hoping it would take flight, looking all around, but all we saw was Turkey Vultures, Loggerhead Shrikes, a Northern Mockingbird, a bunch of Eastern Meadowlarks, and a Lincoln's Sparrow.
There was no way to get closer to this tower, and there was no way to get anything close to a decent photo. We finally gave up. We plodded back to the car, which was, thankfully, on solid ground and waiting for us to start on our next adventure.
We checked that cell tower by the road again but found nothing. Once again, the curse had struck. By the time we'd driven to Estero Llano Grande SP in Weslaco, I had pretty much convinced myself that APFAs don't actually exist. They are like unicorns.
UNICORNS, I TELL YOU! I will not waste any more time looking for this bird! I called Mary and recounted our tale of woe version 2.0; she encouraged me to put the bird out of my mind and move on.
Sigh.
Well, we got to Estero and noticed the mud was still drying up and falling off the car (as it would for the rest of the trip):
I can only hope that the rental car agency doesn't find this blog.
My next post will detail the wonders of Estero Llano Grande State Park and points beyond.
Oscar Night 2012
Oscar night. This is the Super Bowl for movie fans. I grew up in a household that revered films, Hollywood, and movie stars. I'm not talking celebrities - I'm talking movie STARS. Katharine Hepburn, Spencer Tracy, Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Bette Davis. Golden oldies. Today's talent - Meryl Streep, George Clooney, Clint Eastwood (more as a director), Glenn Close, Colin Firth, Kate Winslet, and more. An excellent movie can transport, entertain, and enlighten.
I am the film critic for The Little Paper of San Saba - a town without a cinema. Thanks to Cecil Cherico for creating my press pass.
My Oscar ballot (courtesy of Entertainment Weekly) is filled out and ready for tonight. I think The Artist shall win big. I'm hoping for George Clooney as Best Actor for The Descendants and Viola Davis as Best Actress for The Help. As I reviewed the nominees, I can say it's been a good year at the movies with worthy contenders. Hooray for Hollywood!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Texas 2012 Day 2 - South Padre Island and more
Tuesday saw us getting up early, leaving my brother's house, and heading for the Valley and South Padre Island. We saw a few interesting birds along the way, but nowhere near the number of Harris's Hawks that Mary and I saw on "Raptor Highway" (the stretch of Hwy 77 between Kingsville and Raymondville, TX) a couple of years ago. Still, we saw some cool stuff.
We stopped at a Charolais (cattle) ranch just north of Raymondville when we saw a whole field of Snow Geese, blackbirds and grackles, and Sandhill Cranes:
I could've sworn I got pics with Sandhills in them, but I might've been too busy counting SNGE to pay attention to what I was snapping. My count on Snows was 1,100. I did it twice, and I felt it was accurate within about 20 birds. There were at least 100 blue morphs in the bunch as well, along with 15 Sandhill Cranes. Other birds:
American Wigeon 6
Mallard 24 (a count which required me to CONFIRM on eBird, but we counted through the scope and felt confident about it)
Turkey Vulture 6
Red-tailed Hawk 1
Crested Caracara 3
Merlin 1
Killdeer 2
Red-winged Blackbird 500
Great-tailed Grackle 1000
Brown-headed Cowbird 25
As you can see, we saw several raptors in the area as well, including one that was perched at least a half-mile away on a tree -- we both tried to make it into an Aplomado Falcon, but it was just too far away.
We drove through Raymondville so I could look at the house I grew up in until the summer after 7th grade, when we moved to Harlingen. I knew the Valley had suffered some financial setbacks thanks to the downturn in tourist and shopping traffic caused by the drug wars down there, but WOW. My old neighborhood -- which I (of course) recall as shiny, clean, and solidly middle class - was more like a barrio now, with tiny houses, cars on blocks, dogs running around everywhere, and no one outside playing or doing anything. It was really sad; I have such fond memories of that house, though the citrus trees have long been chopped down by a past owner (can you believe?). It looked small, but (and maybe I was prejudiced, though I bet I can be excused for it) it seemed to be the cleanest one on the block. We moved on.
South Padre Island's Birding and Nature Center delivered for us in several ways; Gretchen was getting lifers left and right (like I was the first year I went; remember?), and I was hoping to get good looks and photos:
Clapper Rail! This was the best pic I got; the one time he (she?) raised his (her?) head, I was looking instead of snapping. Still, it's definitely a Clapper! I'd gotten a glance and a confirmation on my ID last year, so it wasn't a lifer, but this time we really got great looks at the bird.
And a Sora! We waited and watched these birds for about a half hour, skulking through the reeds and offering only teasing little glimpses of them. It was a real thrill; I hadn't seen a Sora since my days at the Marsh House.
We also saw the American Alligator again:
He looked very happy to see us. Look at that silly grin.
This Great Blue was kinda doing the emo thing, gazing pensively at his own reflection, pondering the meaninglessness of life, and thinking of how big the universe is and how he's so small.
Or he was fishing.
These beautiful Northern Pintails were really showing off their plumage. Ducks are probably my favorite species to ID, because the IDs are usually not as challenging as, say, warblers in fall plumage!
See? American Wigeon, complete with that little squeak-toy noise they make that sounds like "I'm a wigeon! Wigeon!"
Red. Head. Redhead. Duh.
The sneaky Sora strikes again!
Tomorrow (or when I can get back to the computer), we suffer the Curse of the Aplomado Falcon, I then refuse to acknowledge even the existence of Aplomado Falcons, and we move inland up the Rio Grande River.
We stopped at a Charolais (cattle) ranch just north of Raymondville when we saw a whole field of Snow Geese, blackbirds and grackles, and Sandhill Cranes:
I could've sworn I got pics with Sandhills in them, but I might've been too busy counting SNGE to pay attention to what I was snapping. My count on Snows was 1,100. I did it twice, and I felt it was accurate within about 20 birds. There were at least 100 blue morphs in the bunch as well, along with 15 Sandhill Cranes. Other birds:
American Wigeon 6
Mallard 24 (a count which required me to CONFIRM on eBird, but we counted through the scope and felt confident about it)
Turkey Vulture 6
Red-tailed Hawk 1
Crested Caracara 3
Merlin 1
Killdeer 2
Red-winged Blackbird 500
Great-tailed Grackle 1000
Brown-headed Cowbird 25
As you can see, we saw several raptors in the area as well, including one that was perched at least a half-mile away on a tree -- we both tried to make it into an Aplomado Falcon, but it was just too far away.
We drove through Raymondville so I could look at the house I grew up in until the summer after 7th grade, when we moved to Harlingen. I knew the Valley had suffered some financial setbacks thanks to the downturn in tourist and shopping traffic caused by the drug wars down there, but WOW. My old neighborhood -- which I (of course) recall as shiny, clean, and solidly middle class - was more like a barrio now, with tiny houses, cars on blocks, dogs running around everywhere, and no one outside playing or doing anything. It was really sad; I have such fond memories of that house, though the citrus trees have long been chopped down by a past owner (can you believe?). It looked small, but (and maybe I was prejudiced, though I bet I can be excused for it) it seemed to be the cleanest one on the block. We moved on.
South Padre Island's Birding and Nature Center delivered for us in several ways; Gretchen was getting lifers left and right (like I was the first year I went; remember?), and I was hoping to get good looks and photos:
Clapper Rail! This was the best pic I got; the one time he (she?) raised his (her?) head, I was looking instead of snapping. Still, it's definitely a Clapper! I'd gotten a glance and a confirmation on my ID last year, so it wasn't a lifer, but this time we really got great looks at the bird.
And a Sora! We waited and watched these birds for about a half hour, skulking through the reeds and offering only teasing little glimpses of them. It was a real thrill; I hadn't seen a Sora since my days at the Marsh House.
We also saw the American Alligator again:
He looked very happy to see us. Look at that silly grin.
This Great Blue was kinda doing the emo thing, gazing pensively at his own reflection, pondering the meaninglessness of life, and thinking of how big the universe is and how he's so small.
Or he was fishing.
These beautiful Northern Pintails were really showing off their plumage. Ducks are probably my favorite species to ID, because the IDs are usually not as challenging as, say, warblers in fall plumage!
See? American Wigeon, complete with that little squeak-toy noise they make that sounds like "I'm a wigeon! Wigeon!"
Red. Head. Redhead. Duh.
The sneaky Sora strikes again!
Tomorrow (or when I can get back to the computer), we suffer the Curse of the Aplomado Falcon, I then refuse to acknowledge even the existence of Aplomado Falcons, and we move inland up the Rio Grande River.
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