tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278636952024-03-13T09:08:37.346-07:00THE PUBLIC READERStuff that's going on all around usjimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.comBlogger1928125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-59369553219573135502014-02-07T09:42:00.001-08:002014-02-07T09:42:23.460-08:00THE PUBLIC READER<a href="http://publicreader.blogspot.com/">THE PUBLIC READER</a>: <br /><br />
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<a href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk" style="font-size: 13px;">'via Blog this'</a>jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-37430170478845643662014-01-25T19:49:00.002-08:002014-01-25T19:49:12.283-08:00William Faulkner on reading William Faulkner<img alt="William Faulkner’s tip on reading William Faulkner.
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<b>Saw this in the writer's almanac this morning along with the poem , I apologize for the gloomy track I seem to be walking on today. BUT the premise is a hard one for me to answer. I can invoke moments that would qualify for the happiest, but only moments. </b>jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-58266097174353299092014-01-22T09:20:00.001-08:002014-01-22T09:38:57.000-08:00A good thought when the chronological clock will not slow downIt Is Enough
by Anne Alexander Bingham<br />
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To know that the atoms<br />
of my body<br />
will remain<br />
<br />
to think of them rising<br />
through the roots of a great oak<br />
to live in<br />
leaves, branches, twigs<br />
<br />
perhaps to feed the<br />
crimson peony<br />
the blue iris<br />
the broccoli<br />
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or rest on water<br />
freeze and thaw<br />
with the seasons<br />
<br />
some atoms might become a<br />
bit of fluff on the wing<br />
of a chickadee<br />
to feel the breeze<br />
know the support of air<br />
<br />
and some might drift<br />
up and up into space<br />
star dust returning from<br />
<br />
whence it came<br />
it is enough to know that<br />
as long as there is a universe<br />
I am a part of it.jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-61184072398687183032014-01-20T18:42:00.002-08:002014-01-20T18:42:39.736-08:00Looks like SteamPunk I would say<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6yylNdwudTMRBoipT6GTTgFuY3C_WgP95g1l8dAsAT6ZrplsiV544aZLmxvQ93ZmZy78XW2iFsPxsrKFNylhb-J_bnwhzcLk_Ah7uDoFT7Hfey1uUaePEVQ_deNgV5T-AOAXhg/s1600/time+machine.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6yylNdwudTMRBoipT6GTTgFuY3C_WgP95g1l8dAsAT6ZrplsiV544aZLmxvQ93ZmZy78XW2iFsPxsrKFNylhb-J_bnwhzcLk_Ah7uDoFT7Hfey1uUaePEVQ_deNgV5T-AOAXhg/s400/time+machine.jpg" /></a>
I am reminded of one of the wife's many crafts she does so well. it's called SteamPunk. It is a conglomeration of things you might see if you toured a boiler room. Hazel my wife of 58 years has the knack. That's a term I use for someone who is self taught. It reminds me also of a song about the music going round and round and it comes out here. She has mastered nearly all of the crafts she tries. jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-21313835064480644322013-12-14T08:08:00.001-08:002013-12-14T08:08:34.532-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFw4KRGdL_gOPUu3cX719nuZtGyzS66wgMM4nGhtkbCzN4_p_xmgC1-PFiRjC9Zf_WfciR__NeuTjbPDtBbpez6mASeOFBlnleoEi57h1hEhmP1D82DMh0rZ2JTMvhCWoPuB49g/s1600/office+paste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqaOah3PXPE/UqyBskY
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The British museum released over one million pictures into the public domain. I looked at a few and was impressed by the Brit sense of humor.jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-73131134800562789002013-11-24T09:22:00.002-08:002013-11-24T09:22:39.834-08:00What was the old amish saying, too soon alte, too late schmart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTiIJnJ-C9hXP7w1GwhSXf_oPhcTcUlMcLoYh7vw72uSPEHXIgVFtHg9gnB9JtLLqJV5ng_waaFXqsV7fewU7MlmJwuPqEH8dIXeqQIksI0DhrArl1Wnd4D0C1LV3EguYtDd7Og/s1600/think.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTiIJnJ-C9hXP7w1GwhSXf_oPhcTcUlMcLoYh7vw72uSPEHXIgVFtHg9gnB9JtLLqJV5ng_waaFXqsV7fewU7MlmJwuPqEH8dIXeqQIksI0DhrArl1Wnd4D0C1LV3EguYtDd7Og/s320/think.jpg" /></a></div>
I ran across this on stumble upon. I'm approaching serious old age now and I wish I had adhered more to the message the cartoon is passing along. jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-67612210822015153432013-11-22T12:42:00.002-08:002013-11-22T12:42:39.450-08:00Oh the world the super rich live in<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVNL3Gc-CchB8jbZnWOOkEXo5WXvDI3Ox8MaADJgOnvBTOY3cCuFpGaT7hY22PQFHDcTjpSARiUuKKgdpk7ObuAxhypg47gjGj7ai0OQhcNrdsv4WIbQ1uFLjvw1bYJnA6sYnow/s1600/1936+Delahave.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVNL3Gc-CchB8jbZnWOOkEXo5WXvDI3Ox8MaADJgOnvBTOY3cCuFpGaT7hY22PQFHDcTjpSARiUuKKgdpk7ObuAxhypg47gjGj7ai0OQhcNrdsv4WIbQ1uFLjvw1bYJnA6sYnow/s400/1936+Delahave.jpg" /></a>
One of stupidest remarks made to a not so rich person by a quite rich person is "money can't buy you happiness. etc, etc.
Maybe not but being rich will do until something better comes along.
and then maybe spend the night at a days inn or maybe this.
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Since the leaves are mostly disposed of, all I have to do is wait for that first snow removal from my driveway. Last year was a mild winter for we here in the midwest. Lake Erie did not freeze up like it usually does. I don't know where the picture was taken but some winters it is possible to walk across our lake if you have the stamina and/or courage. I don't know why you would want to unless you have a daughter living on the other side of the lake in New York state.jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-3480070005755506222013-11-16T06:23:00.000-08:002013-11-16T06:23:12.407-08:00three stooges<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFJEWWb_IPCeQYl_04gGNRR5sitDtIHbHXDWKrokbZQipGMq-mU_mgR3sAVrGchsq2ItV2KdNr4p9r5oJgsmAy4qw6Pc_Fs7npllf2z5txom6lU0Cd39VHxs1YbRIDdvsS0ewWw/s1600/three+stooges.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFJEWWb_IPCeQYl_04gGNRR5sitDtIHbHXDWKrokbZQipGMq-mU_mgR3sAVrGchsq2ItV2KdNr4p9r5oJgsmAy4qw6Pc_Fs7npllf2z5txom6lU0Cd39VHxs1YbRIDdvsS0ewWw/s320/three+stooges.jpg" /></a>
It might be a good idea to let this group play throughjimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-4398144414796336252013-11-13T09:33:00.001-08:002013-11-13T09:38:47.521-08:00Raking-A job from hellDARN! I was so proud of what I did. I raked up the remaining leaves and there was a lot of them out of the back yard, and adding a good deal more from my driveway and finally a ton more from the front yard. I had a pile to be proud of. I still had some energy, and I was hoping for a "good job" from Hazel so I fired up the mulching machine and went over the back yard into the front yard until it was a job I was (1) glad it was done and (2) it turned out not bad, and then number three came in that night, wind preceding the first of the season SNOW. I woke up to leaves completely covering the driveway and some of the leaves that I had raked were back for a second go at me.jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-9468453703443477842013-11-13T09:13:00.002-08:002013-11-13T09:13:09.710-08:00Stuart Woods DOING HARD TIME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7EqXQKt5XXasFwcMkgrtSf8iJ9dQqVU-VBp5tN0vo_JuhEVnwfjR7hClF3TIwScbGRy7eVAeLeUjwqXDEy39vb0sEcvilwqfYZ7EAzJnp_6ZiXNgAqZjIhG6AgugsDk_QHLJRQ/s1600/doing+hard+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7EqXQKt5XXasFwcMkgrtSf8iJ9dQqVU-VBp5tN0vo_JuhEVnwfjR7hClF3TIwScbGRy7eVAeLeUjwqXDEy39vb0sEcvilwqfYZ7EAzJnp_6ZiXNgAqZjIhG6AgugsDk_QHLJRQ/s320/doing+hard+time.jpg" /></a>
I'm finishing up Stuart Woods latest DOING HARD TIME. It is good as usual, but he's knocking off more than his usual amount of characters this time. It's should be called character one or character two and so on, I hardly got to know you. I like Woods like I used to like Robert B. Parker, you can fly through his stuff enjoying the trip.
jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-66750463723294660612013-11-11T15:55:00.001-08:002013-11-11T15:55:19.995-08:001949, probably a west coast vending machine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7Lqn5j7b43VQkCGVhTY0YiZe2UuXy8c7IvjnQWHMgrztDgMNnEzJ1ze_DWzUofpGFsFZ6KJj88r6qpkfZsJT1tWBViYgXT_AicMknhhiHRI_yWa3OkSLurH1EIlOeq3XOhNR5A/s1600/suntan.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7Lqn5j7b43VQkCGVhTY0YiZe2UuXy8c7IvjnQWHMgrztDgMNnEzJ1ze_DWzUofpGFsFZ6KJj88r6qpkfZsJT1tWBViYgXT_AicMknhhiHRI_yWa3OkSLurH1EIlOeq3XOhNR5A/s320/suntan.jpg" /></a>jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-67529782452004689532013-11-07T07:14:00.002-08:002013-11-07T07:14:21.803-08:00CHOCOLATE potato chips, Oh be still my heart or to be more precise stomach<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1TZeRwEvhiS2cZQRLLHjazmr-qVjxc125GvDMXSvAzR6f9q1vOQXOMFHGEEpD_gNVpkrdp_mIfwuKBRG2-O9eIJBHdqenVTH1AoOvAG1OpKh26xV_d61sZ8CJFWBnNWdzNKkxQ/s1600/HT_lays_chocolate_potato_chips_bag_sk_131106_16x9_608.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1TZeRwEvhiS2cZQRLLHjazmr-qVjxc125GvDMXSvAzR6f9q1vOQXOMFHGEEpD_gNVpkrdp_mIfwuKBRG2-O9eIJBHdqenVTH1AoOvAG1OpKh26xV_d61sZ8CJFWBnNWdzNKkxQ/s320/HT_lays_chocolate_potato_chips_bag_sk_131106_16x9_608.jpg" /></a>
I do love chocolate, I admit it. Today I am adding to my schedule a pleasurable, I hope, stop at Target's to pick up a package of a new chocolaty delight. Target said the vendor will have them in the store today. I will report on the results {someone has to do it)jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-16155662764730170452013-11-07T07:03:00.001-08:002013-11-07T07:03:49.444-08:00Human beings for sale<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuRJ8CwCJaj7b8Z4nSXHwL7rZs_21H3bpzBZEqaZ8VTtFw4bMVKcFgozU4UCZKkyOF1Go7NrynXnWfo0WqU8RD2TKhjpSzOo9ptG2oLP-nT37pbV6wtT7xgwy3eRRpBr072KI/s1600/atlanta+1864.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuRJ8CwCJaj7b8Z4nSXHwL7rZs_21H3bpzBZEqaZ8VTtFw4bMVKcFgozU4UCZKkyOF1Go7NrynXnWfo0WqU8RD2TKhjpSzOo9ptG2oLP-nT37pbV6wtT7xgwy3eRRpBr072KI/s320/atlanta+1864.jpg" /></a>
As aborrant as it was, it still is shocking to see evidence of the fact that we openly sold other human beings as if they were a head of lettuce. jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-91137244003243838902013-11-05T08:26:00.000-08:002013-11-05T08:26:05.681-08:00NovemberNovember
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November!
Thomas Hoodjimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-39463337489271611692013-10-11T10:57:00.003-07:002013-10-11T10:57:41.484-07:00Another painting gone missing. Experts value it at a million dollars. Norman Rockwell's critics rate him along with Andrew Wyeth as not just exactly a painter, maybe a illustrator, but whatever I always like his work seen in the thirties and forties in the Saturday Evening Post. Here is the missing one.<br />
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<img src="http://news.kron4.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/460x1.jpg" />jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-11661351301062040572013-10-11T10:30:00.002-07:002013-10-11T10:30:37.155-07:00Techies UniteI don't understand 98,5 percent of what the techies come up with, but it does not diminish my enjoyment of their labors. Pinterest has a great technology section. Take a look. That little gizmo casts a keyboard on any flat surface.<br />
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<img alt="The Virtual Keyboard. This is the Bluetooth device that projects a laser- generated keyboard onto any flat, opaque surface, providing an instant keyboard for iPad, iPhone, or Android phone." src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a1/23/e2/a123e2986c9b7f89b8f6f265d61d4a6b.jpg" />jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-89078704533277993642013-07-04T13:41:00.001-07:002013-07-05T13:18:18.815-07:00Fourth of July fireworksThe Fourth of July, a little cookout stuff, a little break from rain (an everyday occurrence these days, and a little baseball. All of these are good for your health, except perhaps the baseball. Within a matter of ten minutes or maybe less the home team went from a five run lead to all tied up. I'm devastated. Ten minutes later, good guys up. Crack, one run ahead, crack two runs ahead. I really have to put this game in perspective. In between losing the five run lead, and catching up the next inning, I have threatened to never watch them again, write nasty letters, and wondering what sort of devil worshippers that other ball team must be.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42AwhhR9SyFoV-7fDNLO9Kllwzs4jM_mqOrydhNEn_4HacLtpzllq1Iqyj444eJiBB3a3xi_Z_cohJEQgaOiz4pHj2Rnn2MxLI5p5rEhNja-iYeQojuBLmr1nyHVz0t8KW5OV/s1600/baseball+1917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42AwhhR9SyFoV-7fDNLO9Kllwzs4jM_mqOrydhNEn_4HacLtpzllq1Iqyj444eJiBB3a3xi_Z_cohJEQgaOiz4pHj2Rnn2MxLI5p5rEhNja-iYeQojuBLmr1nyHVz0t8KW5OV/s320/baseball+1917.jpg" /></a></div>jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-90922901501285813422013-07-03T15:50:00.000-07:002013-07-03T15:50:04.679-07:00Thanks Mr. EngelbartDouglas C. Engelbart, Inventor of the Computer Mouse, Dies at 88
Douglas C. Engelbart, a visionary scientist whose singular epiphany in 1950 about technology’s potential to expand human intelligence led to a host of inventions — among them the computer mouse — that became the basis for both the Internet and the modern personal computer, died on Tuesday at his home in Atherton, Calif. He was 88.
Some inventions we're thankful for, and some maybe not. This one, especially the wireless, gets my thank you.jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-49710783995870036012013-07-03T14:44:00.000-07:002013-07-05T13:16:15.698-07:00A way to stay in touchMy Florida son contacted his mom today that he read a little story I wrote some time back. I couldn't remember the story so I went back and found it. My son Mike has a great sense of humor, always has, and he found the story and forwarded this; "it brought some moisture to my organs of sight." Maybe you had to be there as they say. but we love him so we're a good audience.
Secondly, Hazel my wife has come in possession of a cell phone and she loves it. She has turned into a pretty fair techie. She loves it because she can keep in touch with her kids (3 grown people through text and pics.) I have no desire to go the cell phone way, but keeping in touch is desirable so I'm thinking about bringing the Reader out of mothballs.
I feel kind of excited, I hope this pans out.jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27863695.post-39153632554610303492012-09-22T14:26:00.001-07:002012-09-22T14:26:53.055-07:00the duke had a good singing voice<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QT0D0c_CSOk" width="420"></iframe>Now here is a pleasant surprise. Dean Martin and the duke John Wayne decide to sing a duet. Now tell me after listening if you were not surprised also.jimkitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08243060275535467373noreply@blogger.com0