Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Yes it's London, in January, on Saville Row, in an era when clothing wasn't especially attractive, but notice how well everyone on the street is dressed.
Someday men's hats will return with a vengeance, just wait, you'll see.
For some of us it seems like yesterday.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
If you are in London today Phil is speaking at The Olympia at 1400, during the Adventure Travel Show.
Should you find yourself at home, his book, Canoeing The Congo is very good read. Available from Phil, or your favorite bookseller can order it for you. It's not a journey you'd likely consider making yourself. While you are waiting for your new book to a arrive, you can always reread Heart of Darkness.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Some of the cards may be lost on the young, but if you are of a certain age, you likely agree with many of his thoughts. We left off in high 290's last time. You may catch up here.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Our neighborhood newspaper The Ladue News, has a weekly feature The Tangential Thinker, written by Debbie Baldwin. Her column reads like a blog entry. You rarely know what's coming, but it's always entertaining, occasionally thought provoking, and generally pretty funny. Debbie also writes the movie reviews.
I saw myself in her eyes this week, and it caught me short. I thought I'd share.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Dear Hallmark Channel:
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Do you remember when the notion of a celebrity chef was as preposterous as a celebrity bus driver? Chefs were hidden in the back of restaurants, away from the prying eyes. Who knew or cared who was preparing their food when they ventured out?
Friday, January 20, 2012
Wanting to know more about the Eames' chairs, I visited the library where I picked out The World of Charles and Ray Eames, a legacy of invention, published by Abrams. The book was a visual treat but not terribly useful until I came to a section devoted to how Eames' chairs were used in advertising.
The first ad, from Hughes Products, ran in US News and World Report in 1956. "How soon can you enjoy wall television?" How long did it take? 45 years?
Television was so new in 1956 it's a wonder the ad agency could imagine wall televisions. What they couldn't envision was a larger screen. The lounge chair worked in pre-remote days because the channel never changed during the evening. Sunday night-CBS, Monday night-ABC....
I was curious to find what else Hughes Products had in store for us in 1956 so I tap danced through Google. Next was "How far away is the pocket TV camera?" We had an RCA VCR/Camcorder in the mid 1980's which was only slightly smaller than the Hughes 1956 version.
I'm uncertain how useful such a gadget would be for the home market, but I'll give them a passing grade for this.
Finally, "How soon will you be able to see over the phone?" Note the rotary dial, a speakerphone would have been nice touch. A solution searching for a problem if ever there was one. AT&T executives used a product called "Picturephone" internally beginning in the late 50's. It worked poorly, but wasn't officially scrapped until the late 1980's.
The answer to all these pressing questions according to Hughes Products was just as soon as we invent the parts, while I keep searching for a chair.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
III. Still mixing metaphors, and 3 days late I failed to honor my constant companion and sweetheart, our oldest Shih Tsu, Pooh Bear. A year ago Monday she came to live with us.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Not wishing to make fun of the dead, I love the skill and grace of the Telegraph's obituary page. While reading the Telegraph Obituary of Lindsay Masters, I nearly fell out of my chair.
The first sentence tells a remarkable story of a time long gone;
Lindsay Masters, who has died aged 79, was a one-time door-to-door lederhosen salesman who transformed Haymarket, the publishing company that made Michael (now Lord) Heseltine’s fortune.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Last summer I wore a long ties twice and liked it. I liked it so much so that I've dug out some of my old favorites, just to see if I could still handle the knots. Like dad's in the '50's I've even begun wearing a tie around the house periodically, mostly to see the reaction. Today, I wore this one.
"What the hell is that?" I heard. "It's a Beatles tie", I replied, "dates from the early '90's when the Beatles needed money to pay their lawyers." The Beatles lawyers always made more money than the band did.
The label was my proof this morning, an easier bet I've never won. My tie is Eleanor Rigby, copyright 1991.
There was a large collection once upon a time, each one uglier than the next. Still I like mine, but I've never seen another being worn.
Monday, January 16, 2012
All I'm saying is simply this, that all life is interrelated, that somehow we're caught in an inescapable network of mutuality tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason, I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. You can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.
—Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
My blogger profile describes me as the happiest married man ever. It's true. More so everyday. I'm blessed beyond imagining. My greatest blessing is my bride, and today is her wedding anniversary.
She is not my best friend, she is not my soul mate, she doesn't complete me. She makes us "we" and together we are indomitable. I love her madly.
Each year on this date she asks if I'd reup for another year. I'm now up to 2678 AD with no end in sight.
My adored, I love you mostest. Thank you for a wonderful life.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Have I mentioned my bride despises my Albert slippers? She finds them effeminate, and nothing I can or do say is likely to change her mind. Over time she has become less vocal about it, unless or until another pair arrives. My Christmas present to myself arrived yesterday which once again opened the floodgates.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
For several years I cursed that dog. He ate anything and everything, included the illuminated Christmas lights off our house. He feasted on baseboards and garden sprinkler heads. It was rumoured he could swim until he got tired, but there is no evidence of his ever getting tired. Somewhere inside him are the remains of my 50 ft extension cord.
Several years later he and she moved to Colorado to enjoy the good life. She married Elwood's partner, a superior guy and lover of canines, while Casey learned from Elwood that the sun rises and sets each day for his new dad. Casey's almost 14 years old, has lost a step or two but still has the fire of a pup in his eyes. His spirit is willing but the body is weak.
He is now sick as a dog. His best days are behind him and the effort now is to keep him comfortable. As I once cursed him, now I get misty eyed thinking about him not being around.
When our 4 pups heard Casey was sick, they asked us to send him treats, which we did,
using the recipe for Dog Biscuits from the Flour Bakery and Cafe (Boston) Cookbook, modified only a bit. Your dogs may like these as well.
Tell your pups they are from Casey.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
I've written in the past about our family Astronomer Royal, the late Dr. Richard Schwartz of the University of Missouri-St. Louis. Days before he died, Richard was notified that his last scientific paper had been peer reviewed and accepted for publication by the Geological Society of America.