Pickin' and a Grenin'
A chance conversation with my pal Yachta revealed there is someone else in the world who remembers and is a fan of the early work of Nils Lofgren and the band Grin.
From 1971 to the mid-eighties, Nils released a succession of brilliant records that showed off brilliant songwriting, guitar playing and singing. He then went on to the E Street Band, and has appeared with, produced, and written for a galaxy of musical stars.
And check out this video of him doing an acoustic version of "Long May You Run."
The Great Beaver Airlift
Enter Elmo Heter. Heter worked for Idaho Fish and Game in the McCall area. He had experience with beavers, and it was his job to find a solution. Heter knew there was a surplus of parachutes from World War II, and he had an idea. What if he dropped the beavers from a plane, into the backcountry?
So Heter came up with a specially-designed wooden box that would open upon impact. He tested it first with some dummy weights. Then he found an older male beaver who became his test pilot. Heter named him Geronimo. “And Geronimo went through a series of tests to see how this plan would work," says Liebenthal.
The Spirit Within You
Is a spiritual life a necessary part of being a human being? Can you be a fully realized person without a belief in some sort of higher intelligence or being or order of force?
And if the above is true, what is the connection of the unseen, the ethereal with the physical universe? Is there a connection . . . in your brain?
On the way to self-driving cars, let's slow down for a moment and review . . .
WHAT COULD GO WRONG? (self-driving cars division)
(arizona republic, 12/26/2016)
Woman found alive after nights stranded in forest
A Pennsylvania mother who trekked about 26 miles in snowy northern Arizona was found alive early Saturday after spending two nights in the forest while searching for help.
Karen Klein, 47, her husband and their 10-year-old son got stranded in the snow along a forest service road while trying to reach the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
State Route 67 is closed in the winter and the family's GPS system detoured them onto a forest service road, where their vehicle broke down.
FAFA is going to the Payson Book Festival July 22. 9 a.m. to 3:30 at Mazatzal Hotel Casino, where I will be selling and signing Lily Torrence and Pregnant Without a Cause by Wilshire Lewis. Come by and chat. And remember, blackjack players, don't hit on 13 and 14 unless you absolutely have to.
Walter Mosley . . .
speaks the truth
about writing, race, real life in this great interview:
I especially love this:
"But I’m writing about a people, about black male heroes. Who writes about black male heroes? Langston Hughes, somewhat. And then, after that, it gets really sparse. I mean, there are a lot of black male protagonists, from Richard Wright, James Baldwin, Ellison, Chester Himes. But someone like Easy? Or Mouse or Jackson Blue or Fearless Jones or Paris Minton—the guy you want to go to if you’re in trouble? There are very few people who write about those kinds of heroes. When white people do it, they’re always drinking Dom Pérignon from the neck. It’s bullshit."
The Facts in Back of Lily Torrence (2)
Biographer Axel Madsen says "unearthing the truth about [Stanwyck's] sexuality would remain impossible," but also notes "people would swear she was…Hollywood's biggest closeted lesbian." And most Hollywood historians admit there's something to rumors that Stanwyck's marriages to Frank Fay and Robert Taylor were studio-backed "lavender marriages" created to keep the closet sealed tight.
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The Facts in Back of Lily Torrence (1)
In the picture here, Billy Wilder is glancing with shall we say curiosity at the rather large sallow man in a tweed jacket who happens to be Raymond Chandler. Today, they're both historic figures. When this pic was taken in 1943 they most certainly were not, and they were struggling to write a screenplay of the best-selling novel Double Indemnity. Their efforts would be rewarded with fame and riches as the movie became one of the prototypes and archetypes of film noir.
The story of their collaboration, celebrated in Hollywood lore, is also the kickoff of Lily Torrence.
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. . . a trick that never seems to fail
Colonel Korn stretched sluggishly. "We've got to reach a decision," he observed casually to Colonel Cathcart.
"We've got to reach a decision," Colonel Cathcart said to Yossarian. "And it's all your fault. Why did you have to go around twice? Why couldn't you drop your bombs the first time like all the others?"
"I would have missed the first time."
"It seems that this discussion is going around twice," Colonel Korn interrupted with a chuckle.
"But what are we going to do?" Colonel Cathcart exclaimed with distress. "The others are all waiting outside."
"Why don't we give him a medal?" Colonel Korn proposed.
"For going around twice? What can we give him a medal for?"
"For going around twice," Colonel Korn answered with a reflective, self-satisfied smile. "After all, I suppose it did take a lot of courage to go over that target a second time with no other planes around to divert the antiaircraft fire. And he did hit the bridge. You know, that might be the answer—to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of . That's a trick that never seems to fail."
(Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, a book of cynical humor for all ages.)
EXCERPT: A LINE IN THE SAND
He grabbed his gym bag and looked in. His hand came out with money. He put a little packet of bills on the couch next to him. It was held together with a spring clip. He put another one on top of it. “Two.”
“You’ve got the stink of drug money all over you,” I said. I waved to Carissa at the other end of the pool. She seemed to look at me but did not move.
“Three,” he said.
I felt my legs tremble. Much as I wanted to leave, I could not move. I sat down on one of the lounges that faced the pool. I was no longer angry about being thought a whore, or afraid of being killed. I believed he really meant what he said. In his mind it was all perfectly ordered. He was buying purity. I am not Purity. “You still don’t get it. I don’t want anything you’ve got, cuz you are trouble. And I don’t want no more of it.”
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Support Your Local Bookstore (6): Mystery Ink
Mystery Ink is the Huntington Beach headquarters for mystery lovers, with a non-stop parade of author appearances, readings, and signings. Not surprisingly they have an array of signed books, first editions, etc. And Mystery Ink is a strong supporter of the Southern California branch of the Mystery Writers of America and the mystery writing and reading world in general
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