Early 20th Century, English, mystery novels, written by women, is one of my favorite genres of fiction. And this particular book, Busman’s Honeymoon, is one of my favorites.
But if you are going to go read Dorothy Sayers, don’t start with this book. You’ll enjoy it far more if you already know Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane. This is one of my regular re-reads, and I’m so happy it’s come out of the box.
I had the date wrong!
I’ll be making my musical debut on Saturday MAY 7, not May 14.
You’re all still invited.
I have no idea when I’m going to rehearse, not to mention finish the rest of my homework.
Here are my costume ideas — any recommendations or votes?
It isn’t a bad financial advice book, but the content has been said before:
Plus, Armchair Millionaire was published in 2001 and looks like it was written in 2000, just post peak 1990s crazy market boom. So all the examples are very optimistic, ie assume a 10% rate of return per year, and the charts don’t have much in the way of valleys, just jaggedness in the pretty upward-sloping line.
People did get returns like that in the 1990s, but most retirement planning/financial advice books and calculators assume numbers more like 8%, and the difference in those two rates of return over 40 years works out to be huge. And as everyone who has not been in a coma for the last 5 years knows, sometimes stock market bubbles burst and the lines on the chart slope down.
I did like the fact that the authors mention investment clubs and other supportive ways that people can learn to invest regularly and get education and support around saving and investing. This should not be a surprise, as co-author Douglas Gerlach has written for Better Investing and coauthored another book on managing an investment club. But this book seems dated.
Believe it or not, I’m going to be SINGING. On stage. In front of an audience.
Any of you who are actors or musicians, or even regular fans, who have advice — PLEASE comment. This is the first time I’ve sung on stage since 7th grade, when I was the naughty boy who lured Pinoccio to Never Never Land and was part of the "He’s a Real Live Boy Now" chorus. The best part of that show was wearing lavender & silver striped lame knickers. It was 1982.
I’m taking this class that has had all kinds of strangely wonderful homework assignments, including making a display of pictures of all the people we talk with on a regular basis, and creating a one-page-per-year photo album autobiography.
The class meets for a full weekend approximately every 8 weeks, with "homework parties" and coaching calls in between, to help us stay on track.
And at the next weekend, on Saturday May 14, we’re having an event where first we’ll have a conversation about what we love about our lives, and then we’ll have a talent show!
You are ALL invited. It’s in Atlanta, and if you can come, I’ll send you directions.
Performing in the talent show isn’t required, but since a lot of the course is about trying new things and pushing out of your own comfort zone, I’m going to go for it.
Right after I decided to perform — having almost no idea what I might do — one of my classmates asked me if I would be interested in performing a Barry Manilow-Lily Tomlin duet.
The song is called The Last Duet, and it’s a spoof of all those 1970s romantic duets. This is a couple that clearly can’t stand each other — one of my first lines is "you make my heart burn." His answering line is, "you make my head ache."
I mentioned this to my boss and his boss today, and the next thing I know, the boss’s boss burned me a CD with the song on it, and asked if I’d like him to play around and try to make a karaoke version.
I think this is a great place to work.
Because this blog is really about my personal opinions and life, I haven’t gotten into too many work-related posts. But I really like what I just wrote as an official EarthLink Protection Blogger, on a new Google offering that lets you search your own search history from anywhere, so I’m going to comment on it here.
The only thing I’ll add that I didn’t say over there is, you would not believe how much my vocabulary expanded as a result of being a parental controls technology professional.
But what really cracks me up is that ThinkGeek is now offering a t-shirt for fetishists of a genre I’d never even heard of before getting into this line of work. And when I first saw it, I immediately sent the link to some of my former colleagues with the question, "Is it wrong that I thought of you when I saw this?"
The nice people over at ThinkGeek always make me smile.
Today, the item I most covet is the 42 Work Shirt, the offical uniform of the intergalactic traveller.
You know, you CANNOT pretend you are not a geek when you write that sentence. Or at least I can’t.
The other serious temptation of the day is the TV-B-Gone. Cruel, hilarious, and SO tempting!
My about-to-be-former colleague Geoff invited me to join LinkedIn today. Interesting! Many of my current and former colleagues are part of the network, as are some random college folks. The whole thing has been entertaining to surf, kind of like a professional Friendster.
Here’s the quiz: http://mywebpages.comcast.net/lgrob/southern_dialect_quiz.htm
I can’t explain my love for silly internet quizzes. I just can’t.
The disappointment of this quiz is that it ONLY gives results in terms of Yankee v Dixie, but on the individual answers, it actually identifies a number of midwestern results.
I scored a 32% – Definitive Yankee.
But on the individual questions, 45% of my answers specifically mentioned that answer being common in the Great Lakes region. And 1 even specifically mentioned Milwaukee — and it wasn’t a question involving the answer "bubbler."
