CNN's Ed Henry had a good point: Samuel Adams is an all-American brew, the largest American-owned brewer. Why not pour some Boston Lager for the Obama, Gates, and Crowley summit this evening?
Apparently, the selection of the best beer is somewhat controversial.
I found a Redhook Limited Edition Tripel at the store two days ago.
I hope it's not too limited -- I want to pick up another.
Redhook's Tripel has berry notes, and perhaps a more subtle flavor than some of its Belgian counterparts.
The one-pint, 6-ounce bottle was priced at $6 and change.
Very good -- buy a bottle while you can.
Edmund Husserl once said of his fellow philosopher Lev Shestov, “No one has ever attacked me so sharply as he. That’s why we are such close friends.”
From this article in The Jewish Week.
In war, anxiety can run as high as the Iraqi heat, and neuroscientists say that the most perceptive, observant brain on earth will not pick up subtle clues if it is overwhelmed by stress.
In the Army study of I.E.D. detection, researchers found that troops who were good at spotting bombs in simulations tended to think of themselves as predators, not prey. That frame of mind by itself may work to reduce anxiety, experts say.
From this article in the New York Times.
Last academic year's Student Handbook & Academic Planner included quotations in the top right-hand corner of each week. I've been skeptical of the value of these types of quotations, only because I relied too heavily on short, pithy, wise sayings for a long season of my life. Maybe the value resides in a both/and approach: short, pithy, wise sayings are both helpful and limited. So before I throw away the academic planner, I thought I would keep some of the quotations I found inside:
"It is our choices ... that show what we are, far more than our abilities." -- JK Rowling
"Opportunities multiply as they are seized." -- Sun Tzu
"Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten." -- BF Skinner
"Character is like a tree and reputation is like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing." -- Abe Lincoln
"Democracy does not guarantee equality of conditions -- it only guarantees equality of opportunity." -- Irving Kristol
"Discovery is the ability to be puzzled by simple things." -- Noam Chomsky
"Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance." -- Will Durant
"Soft words are hard arguments." -- Thomas Fuller
"It's plain hard work that does it." -- Thomas Edison
"Experience teaches only the teachable." -- Aldous Huxley
"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens." -- Jimi Hendrix
"The one exclusive sign of a thorough knowledge is the power of teaching." -- Aristotle
"All men by nature desire knowledge." -- Aristotle
"Our greatest weariness comes from work not done." -- Eric Hoffer
"Teachers open the door. You enter by yourself." -- Chinese proverb
"That which is used develops. That which is not used wastes away." -- Hippocrates
"Life itself remains a very effective therapist." -- Dr. Karen Horney
OK, then, back to the hard work of life!
Kristi's in Chicago, Maggie's at camp in the N.C. mountains, Sadie's on a roadtrip with grandparents, and a friend took Audrey to spend last night.
For the first time since we moved, our new house became a bachelor pad.
Lucky me, the VH1 Classic channel was broadcasting full-length concerts of Rush and Iron Maiden yesterday evening -- both filmed in Rio de Janiero!
With no one else around, I could listen to the concerts at a suitable volume.
Kristi's in Chicago, Maggie's at camp in the N.C. mountains, Sadie's on a roadtrip with grandparents, and a friend took Audrey to spend last night.
For the first time since we moved, our new house became a bachelor pad.
Lucky me, the VH1 Classic channel was broadcasting full-length concerts of Rush and Iron Maiden yesterday evening -- both filmed in Rio de Janiero!
With no one else around, I could listen to the concerts at a suitable volume.
Sad news, but the type of cancer he has should be treatable. Watch the video below.
I recently discovered Fris, a Danish vodka that is allegedly "freeze distilled," whatever that means. Either way, 750 ml for $13 and change (after tax) isn't a bad deal.
While my beloved Ketel One has a bit more of a mineral touch and a hint of marshmellow -- and while my equally beloved Firefly has that mellow muscadine touch -- Fris has a lighter body and more delicate flavors with a refreshing finish. I might add Fris to my favorites list.
Have you tried Fris? What do you think? Click the comment link and let us know.
We left after sunset on June 28, borrowing my in-laws 20-foot RV for a road trip to Bozeman, Montana.
On the way out, Maggie (9), Audrey (7), and I went up inside the Gateway Arch in Saint Louis, Missouri; we took photos in the Badlands of South Dakota; and Sadie and Kristi joined us for pics below Mount Rushmore.
We spent four nights at a friend's house in Bozeman, Montana, with other close friends from the Queens MFA program. We even did workshop critiques of our manuscripts.
Some of my friends and their families journeyed down into Yellowstone with us on July 6.
After looking around for a while, we parted ways and Kristi, the girls and I made a quick visit to Old Faithful. Then we went down into the Grand Teton Nat'l Park and spent our only -- only -- actual night at a campground, where, as usual, the sewage hookup was the source of unintended comedy.
Tuesday, the 7th, we spent more time at Grand Teton, where the girls got their Junior Park Ranger badges. On our way out of the park area, bouncing through road construction, the driver side of the back shelf in the RV fell!
After thinking we'd drive for several hours, we did the overnight at Hampton Inn in Rawlins, Wyoming.
Then we drove all the way across Nebraska (even I started to get bored with quaint, old windmills in the fields) and another overnight at Embassy Suites in Lincoln, Neb., which is a cool little college city.
Then I drove from Thursday morning -- with a quick, early detour into Kansas for the heck of it -- until about 4 a.m. Eastern on Friday, when I let Kristi take the wheel in Tennessee. We got home around noon Eastern.
No tornadoes were spotted on this trip, but the RV is caked with dead bugs.
There's no place like home, and yet Sadie left her ruby sandals in Montana (for real), and they won't arrive until one of my writing buddies visits Myrtle Beach soon. I'm trying to sort out the meaning of it all.
Here ends the there-and-back-again story, although we'll upload a full Shutterfly display soon.
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