21
Jul
It’s been hot where we live, in the mountains. We’re close the the upper end of the Great Basin, so there’s little humidity. In Reno, 1 hr. 45 min. away, 100 deg. @ 17% humidity. And yet, till the last few days, it’s been the coolest, dampest early summer in a long time.
21
Jul
Here’s the preliminary book cover for Dalia’s upcoming book, A CATCH IN TIME. The book’s done, and in the queue, but with the economy as it it, the book will be on the stands April, next year. (Click to enlarge)
13
Jul
Brad Thor, “The Apostle.” Thor’s best yet. He has a great future. This fiction helped me understand more of the reality in Afghanistan than all the news reports and cold analysis. Robert Littell, “The Stalin Epigram.” Near Kafka-esque portrayal of the lives of writers, poets, neighbors, informers, prisoners, in the nightmare called the Soviet Union, [...]
13
Jul
I can hardly believe that it’s taken me so long to discover “Rodrigo y Gabriella.” They are bloody BRILLIANT. Two acoustic guitars, making more music that most bands. So serene yet so fast, passionate. Eyes closed, surrounded by darkness, only a few spotlights, just the two of them on stage, and yet, so much to [...]
Tribute to a fallen solider. Shouldn’t the last ride of every fallen warrior be like this? Yes. YES! http://e.blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip.tv/rss/flash/2257594&showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf&feedurl=http://repdavis.blip.tv/rss/flash&brandname=blip.tv&brandlink=http://blip.tv/%3Futm_source%3Dbrandlink&enablejs=true
10
Jul
It’s cool today, with a strong breeze. We, like some other parts of the northern U.S., have been experiencing a mild summer. By this time, the hills over in Nevada are golden brown, but this year there’s still a lot of green in the scenery. Dalia has been working hard on her new book, and [...]
10
Jul
By now, I’m sure others are feeling the inexorable pull of a diabolical future, unlike anything we’ve known or might have predicted. I know I’ve written it before, so at the risk of repeating myself, I recount that during my childhood, in the Fifties, the future seemed to stretch out before us, like a beautiful [...]