Membro: Goldengrove

The Longfellow poem proves his name. Here's a reluctant eater of leeks from Falstaff's raggle-taggle bunch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-jW5vCmD...
Christmas at the Rectory must be lovely indeed.
Peace, P

publicado por Porius às 12:37 pm (EST) em Dec 14, 2009

Hello Goldengrove

I find myself working long days and managing to stay awake and alert enough to read through Lewis' chronicles at night. With Herman Melville mixed in for good measure. I trust all goes well with you and yours. Christmas is upon us, it will doubtlessly bring much comfort & joy. Here's a fine effort by favorite poet Robert Frost:

TAKE SOMETHING LIKE A STAR

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud -
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says, "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may take something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

"An Afterword from COMPLETE POEMS : 1949 :

All the Best
p

publicado por Porius às 11:47 pm (EST) em Dec 3, 2009

Aw, you didn't sound insulting. Since I was 14 and first stepped foot in an HS classroom, I've been a critic of the system, and in my last two years of it I had moved to a small Christian community. I had long hair and listened to "Satanic" music and called myself (w/ pride) a misanthropist (one of my fav. words at the time), so yeah yeah yeah I really stuck out as the 'oddball'--the faggot with girl hair to the redneck youngsters--in that community. Needless to say, I was fucking miserable. (It was a pretty bad school, too. Seriously, I didn't do ANYTHING and still made straight As. Had a few pretty inspiring teachers, tho the most they did was get me to learn things outside of class.) (And I don't really remember what I was trying to say...perhaps it was that I guess it just depended on the school & its location?)

These daze I seem to make a serious habit of being way too verbose. Especially when I'm 2 minutes away from being really drunk. Ahhhh uhhhhh, hmmmmmmm, you know, a few years ago I heard from someone w/ great authority [an act] that British folks don't like being called British, but rather English! b/c British enc...uh...encompassed?...?....a much larger # of islands and and accents/people/whatever. Any truth? This was a LONG time ago, and I'll admit to having snobbily said this a couple of times ho ho ho god I feel stupid.

And I really want to read Robertson Davies' stuff. And the Mighty Boosh is awesome. & IT Crowd. & Black Books. &c. Hee hee.

publicado por RSHabroptilus às 4:24 am (EST) em Oct 13, 2009

Wait, what? Where does the American high school come in? Meyer's portrayal of high school life? The success of the book in US HSs? Their general weakness?

Well, I'm still glad I went to an American high school. My 11th grade physics teacher was smokin' hot. ;)

Thanks for the words, GG.

publicado por RSHabroptilus às 2:56 pm (EST) em Oct 12, 2009

Hi Penelope, thanks for joining the group and and for your pointers on the Cazalet. I look forward to chatting with you :) Regards, Laura.

publicado por digifish_books às 3:01 am (EST) em Oct 1, 2009

Hello Goldengrove
Up here in Northern Michigan visiting my mother for a couple weeks. Weather idyllic. Bright blue skies, cold Lake Michigan water, and roadside produce stands in their late summer glory. Gentle westerlies that would force Flora Poste to put away her pen, fold up her composition book, and sigh in bovine complacency. The bounty of the roadside stands includes: spaghetti squash, yellow and sun-fat, tomatoes as red as Wm. Carlos William's wheel-barrow, and eggplants smiling confidently as old Jack Johnson.
I hope that things are going as well for you and your family. And your garden as bountiful as the Petosky Farmer's Market.
That was some coincidence with the bare ruined choirs, etc. Just about one of those Jungian Synchronicities.

I don't know if you've seen this, if not, I think that you will enjoy it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96uT-BvRi...

so long for now,
p

publicado por Porius às 4:43 pm (EST) em Aug 24, 2009

I'm glad you recommend the Salterton trilogy to start with, because that's one of his books I have. I'll do that then, and let you know what I think. You are the third person to rant and rave about him, so I'm hoping you all are right :)

How's Sad Cypress coming?

publicado por wisewoman às 2:50 pm (EST) em Jul 28, 2009

Hello GG
I hope your garden is producing fruit & light. You asked how it was in Detroit in your last note, well it's been better, though it's a tough town as one of your favorite writers described it, He called us a "tough, queer town," he was born some few miles just across the Detroit River, in Thamesville, Ontario, so he knew what he was talking about. Gielgud once said that "if aernhing would go in Det., you could play it in Central Africa and slay them. Well as an old Catholic boy, I think we're at least as good as we think we are. But things are rough with the auto industry reeling like Jerry Quarry in the 13th round. This Sonnet by WS, # 73 describes things pretty well:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang,
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away;
Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed wheron it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

As a youth Shakespeare's Sonnets didn't speak to me much, but I see now that some are as fine as any poems in the English language.

p

publicado por Porius às 9:12 pm (EST) em Jul 26, 2009

Hi GG, thanks for the kind words! I'm glad my review was helpful to you. Enjoy the book! Are you a fan of Christie? I find she is very easy to binge on... but that usually means I get the plots mixed up a couple years later, because I read them too close together. Alas.

I have some books by Robertson Davies because I've heard he's good, but I haven't yet read them. Do you have any recommendations as to which I should start with?

We do share a lot of good books, don't we? It's nice to meet you as well :)

~ww

publicado por wisewoman às 2:11 pm (EST) em Jul 22, 2009

FSF is a fairly common abbreviation for "fantasy & science fiction", since there is so much crossover between the two genres :) Don't feel silly. It's cool, really.

publicado por Trialia às 9:26 pm (EST) em Jul 20, 2009

I just love British humor and stories, my family was ex-pat in the 1600s though! I don't much care for dark stories, and many of the American "excellent" writers wrote dark and depressing tales. I'm trying to get through "Crime and Punishment" right now. Again, excellent writing, but so dreary! My daughter assures me there are some sympathetic characters further in, so I'll keep reading for now, but I had much more tolerance for all that mental angst when I was younger. :)

publicado por MrsLee às 2:30 pm (EST) em Jul 6, 2009

I hope you will stop by the Green Dragon more often and feel free to comment, we love to meet new peoples! I also love the books you and I have in common. :)

publicado por MrsLee às 4:46 pm (EST) em Jul 5, 2009

Thank you for your kind words, and for dropping by to say hi. I hope you enjoy reading Murr.

I'm pretty sure I know where your name comes from, but I understand you want to keep an air of mystery.

Best wishes,
Murr

publicado por tomcatMurr às 6:57 am (EST) em Jun 26, 2009

Hello GG
I trust the summer,thus far, has been good to you and yours.
This is just to ask whether or not The writings of the English divine Jeremy Taylor have any connection to your LT nickname?
One of my favorite writers has a volume called THE GOLDEN GROVE: Selected Passages from the Sermons and Writings of Jeremy Taylor. His name is Logan Pearsall Smith.
Here is a snippit from LPS's TRIVIA:
Happiness

Cricketers on village greens, hay-makers in the evening sunshine, small boats that sail before the wind - all these create in me the illusion of Happiness, as if a land of cloudless pleasure, a piece of the old Golden World, were hidden, not (as poets have fancied) in far seas or beyond inaccessible mountains, but here close at hand, if one could find it, in some valley. Certain grassy lanes seem to lead through the copses thither; the wild pigeons talk of it behind the woods.

publicado por Porius às 10:44 pm (EST) em Jun 22, 2009

Hi, thanks for letting me know you liked the review. Busman's Honeymoon is one of my favourite Sayers too, after GN, and then I'm not sure, maybe Murder Must Advertise. I don't think I warmed to The Nine Tailors particularly - not that I can recall why.

I can identify with needing to find room for another bookcase, too... nice to know I'm not the only one with this problem!

~ Herenya

publicado por Herenya às 2:42 am (EST) em Jun 19, 2009

Avon is awesome!

publicado por bluetyson às 10:10 am (EST) em Jun 5, 2009

Ha. You sound very British.....I am thinking of a hipper Barbara Pym!

publicado por LibScience às 9:09 pm (EST) em May 26, 2009

Hello GG
I too have enjoyed ASB's novels. She has that far-reaching imagination that imagines itself into the lives of great and midling 19th century poets; into nooks and cranies; bowers and towers; just about any location miraculous or mundane - places from which we the average are forbidden to go. Yes Ash and I both possess Vico's NEW SCIENCE, tho I am a mere listener to those "drowsy tinklings," (for a few fastidious ears), not a creator of them.
Here's a little passage from a favorite author of mine, John Cowper Powys, it's from a novel from which I took my LT name. The novel is a great welter wherein Arthur and his cohorts have their hands full with the Saxons, et al. Powys was even more ambitious than ASB, in that he attempted to imagine himself into the very trees and stones and:But this devious wisdom he was dimly tracking down had to do with the inmost self within himself, had to do with the thought, as obscure as it was startling, that it was possible to enlarge a person's identity till it embraced other identities, till it could escape at will into others, till it could even discover that all the while beneath the obstinate opacity of itself, it was on the verge of becoming these others.
oh well to my passage, please forgive the long-windedness of this.

So the three of them moved on proceeded by their three shadows; and the councellor had to make what he could of the golden sunlight before they reached the the trunks of the taller trees. No,since his mother sent him forty from Caer-Myrddin to the Llys of Gortheyrn he had never seen at the end of October such a day of Saturn. There was not one red leaf in sight, either on the ground or on the bushes. Every single one of them was pure gold.
"These are the colors of the Earth," he thought, "Brown and green and gray and gold, now as in the days of old; green and brown and gold and gray' to-day, to-morrow, yesterday!'
Every now and then shower of golden leaves would flutter down, disturbed by this unusual wind, this wind that was now moving backwards, so it seemed like to him, "like a backward-flowing Oceanus."
"Each leaf as it falls," he thought, "must have its own sound to the creatures that hear it. They must fall like trees of different size to the ears of shrew-mice, and like avalanches of heavier or of lighter rock to the apprehension of beetles . . .there! And he himself heard the fall of one particular golden leaf, which fluttered down on a slab of stone as yet uncovered by moss or lichen; and it seemed to him to make a thin scraping sound that had in it, for all its vegetable substance, an infinitely faint tinkle. "Like a curl of gold-leaf," he thought, "slipping from a gold-smith's fingers upon the lap
of the image it's about to cover!'
Now in the October noon and amid these intricacies of flickering sunlight was there room for anything but gold upon gray, gold upon green, gold upon brown. And every leaf whether crinkled or withered, whether torn or twisted, whether crumpled or soft with sap, was a leaf of gold. Some were floating down from their place of growth, others were swaying and undulating on their stems. All were alive, all alert with meaning, like quivering scrolls of prophetic mystery unrolled by this east wind! And if there was no trace of red or crimson or any hint of blood among the gray stones, green mosses, and brown trunks of earth, so there was no room in the sky, so dazzling were the sun's rays, for any translucent, deep-receding pools of blue. The sky was as blanched above their three heads and their three shadows by that blaze of golden light as the fallen branches beneath their feet were burnished and bronzed by its radiance!

again sorry about the length of this
pgt

publicado por Porius às 3:48 pm (EST) em May 4, 2009

Hi
I am at St. Johns in NYC. I have 5 year old twins and a design business. It has been a tough semester juggling so many semesters. How does the job market look in London? Over here, not so good. At least I have design to fall back on until I can get started in a new career.

publicado por LibScience às 10:07 am (EST) em May 2, 2009

hello GG
thought you wdn't mind another little poem, here goes:

IN HARDWOOD GROVES

The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a glove.

Before the leaves can mount again
To fill the trees with another shade,
They must go down past things coming up,
They must go down into that dark decayed.

They MUST be pierced by flowers and put
Beneath the feet of the dancing flowers.
However it is in some other world
I know that this is the way in ours.

Robert Frost
From A BOY'S WILL
1913

publicado por Porius às 10:33 pm (EST) em Apr 17, 2009

Hi,

Was wondering if you'd be interested in reviewing my new novel and posting your comments here as well as a few other book-related sites. Saw you liked The Wasp Factory, and I thought you might like my novel since it's also about a disturbed adolescent and a bit dark. I could e-mail you the novel in an e-book format if you'd like. Let me know if you're interested. Here's a link to a summary in case you're interested:

http://christophertusa.com/blog/?page_id...

Thanks,

Chris

publicado por cmtusa às 11:53 am (EST) em Mar 25, 2009

thanks and many thanks for the fine Th: Hardy poem. i'm a little alarmed by the fact that T.H. died only 20 years before my own humble birth. here's another poem. i won't make a pest of myself, so don't worry.

SPRING AND FALL

to a young child

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though words of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

publicado por Porius às 2:34 am (EST) em Mar 24, 2009

Thanks for your note, GG. A friend of mine from high school is clergy, and his wife is a librarian, too. I guess those two professions go together all the way back to...Alexandria? Ur? Of course, back then, the flower bearing ladies were probably offerings themselves, at each service.

publicado por Ganeshaka às 5:19 pm (EST) em Mar 18, 2009

COME IN

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music--hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To beter its perch for the night,
Though it could still sing.

The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went--
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked
And I hadn't been.

From A WITNESS TREE 1942
Robert Frost

publicado por Porius às 3:15 am (EST) em Mar 16, 2009

Life

LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

Charlotte Bronte

publicado por theoldman às 12:26 pm (EST) em Mar 11, 2009

I haven't read Peter Ackroyd yet, but one of my favorite authors, Linda Proud (who wrote A Tabernacle for the Sun, set in Lorenzo de Medici's Florence), speaks very highly of him. She's also contributed an article about Mary Renault and her books to my historical novels website, www.HistoricalNovels.info. I discovered The King Must Die as a teenager and was so impressed and enthralled by it that I chose to write about it in the essay section of my college application form to St. John's College in Santa Fe. My mother was horrified and urged me to write about a classic rather than a popular novel, but I held firm. They'd asked for my favorite book, after all! And I got in. I'd be jealous that you got to hear Mary Renault speak when you were twelve, except that at the age of twelve, I hadn't heard of her yet, either.

publicado por margad às 12:59 am (EST) em Mar 11, 2009

Merci for the tip re: Banks and radio drama. Ah, radio drama (sigh). How I love it. Have a good one...

publicado por CliffBurns às 2:27 pm (EST) em Mar 5, 2009

Of course it is! Thank you.

publicado por sphenisciforme às 5:19 am (EST) em Feb 27, 2009

No problem with the delicious thing. I don't often post there, but I hope you find it useful. May I add you as an interesting library on here? You have so many items that are on my wishlist :-)
Cheryl

publicado por sphenisciforme às 5:53 am (EST) em Feb 26, 2009

The gap in my Garth Nix collection is due to the fact that my offspring are finally old enough for us to share books! I think I borrowed the missing volume. Browsing your library, it seems we share many interests though follow them through different books. I've only ben on LT for a week, so my cataloguing efforts have some way to go until completion.
Good luck with your MSc. I did my LIS degree many years ago, and I won't bore you with the sad tale of my attempts at chartership. Right now I'm out of work, but trying to find a post that will allow me to make another onslaught on the coveted MCLIP.
I have to confess that my librarian literary hero has to be the one created by Terry Pratchett!
Best wishes,
Cheryl

publicado por sphenisciforme às 4:40 am (EST) em Feb 26, 2009

Good gads, someone got it! I always thought about the improbabilities of myth, and in college a group of friends and I took this idea and ran with it.

Your user image is stunning.

publicado por penthesilieasgirl às 9:02 am (EST) em Feb 20, 2009

Hello again,
The day that we visited Avebury was sunny and bright, so we found it peaceful/enchanting, with cows grazing among the standing stones. If the day had been cloudy/foggy/misty it might have felt different. I know that Stonhenge and other stone-circles are often used in stories as a mysterious/creepy places, but today's Stonhenge, at least, feels less mystery-filled, with busy roadways nearby & bus-loads of visitors milling about.

publicado por Catgwinn às 6:35 pm (EST) em Feb 18, 2009

Hello Goldengrove,
I lived in England 1980-1986, in the town of Mildenhall in Suffolk.
I enjoyed exploring all of the East Anglia area (Cambridge, Bury St. Edmunds, Lavenham, Ely, Norwich, & the villages/countryside between).
A favorite get-away trip was visiting York & Yorkshire, an easy trip north from Mildenhall.
I did visit Salisbury (including a tour of the Cathedral) plus Stonehenge (we could still walk among the stones, after paying admission, of course). I think that the Avebury Stone Circle & the village of Avebury were a more interesting experiences. (Read the book "Sarum" after returning to the US.)

publicado por Catgwinn às 6:49 pm (EST) em Feb 17, 2009

hello Goldengrove
I am happy that you find my humble colection interesting. I've been toting around books for what seems like a lifetime. It eases my burden to hear from another angler in the lake of bookness. Sorry. Drop me a note whenever the spirit moves you. Nothing pleases me more, or almost nothing than, a note materializing out of the welkin.
pgt

publicado por Porius às 8:41 pm (EST) em Feb 15, 2009

Daer Penelope,

I totally understand your need to horde books, which can be like old friends :)
But the gist of my comments was about books you DON'T love, and the possibility of exchanging these for more books...

Good luck with whatever you decide to do!
~Paulina
PS: you can also give away magazines on BM...

publicado por PrincessPaulina às 8:32 pm (EST) em Feb 15, 2009

Hello, Penelope!
(I see you are a "P" name as well :)

Your shouldn't feel bad about passing on the books you don't like, as long as you remember that:

A. People have widely different tastes in books, so a book you hate may be enjoyed by someone else.
B. People read books for a wide variety of reasons (entertainment, information, reference). So a book you didn't enjoy / have no use for may be of use to someone else.
C. People read books in a variety of situations - the "easy reading" material I peruse at the dentist's is different from the intellectually satisfying, heavy reading I curl up in bed with on a rainy night (I tend to keep the intelectual stuff and pass on the "easy reading").

You can see for yourself how widely people's tastes vary: http://www.librarything.com/talktopic.ph...

But to tell you the truth, sometimes it feels good to give away a book you love! Honestly, how many times are you going to re-read it in your lifetime? Compare that with how many potentially life-altering books are STILL out there... A friend of mine recently mooched a book, and the owner sent it with a note that detailed how much they loved this book and how it changed their life, and how happy they are to pass that on!

Sorry to go on and on, but this is something I've thought a lot about (as evidenced by the "KEEPER" and "RELEASED" tags in my library :)

Let me know if you do join BM, and yes I LOVED Posession (a "keeper")!
~Paulina

publicado por PrincessPaulina às 8:02 pm (EST) em Feb 14, 2009

I stumbled upon your library and really enjoyed your comments, especially the idea of mentioning inscriptions when entering a book! Really a wonderful tip, I can't believe it didn't occur to me before :)
Thanks!
~Paulina

publicado por PrincessPaulina às 8:57 pm (EST) em Feb 13, 2009

hello
THe name Penelope Swan is quite lovely, complete, extremely pleasing to the ear. So is Goldengrove, for that matter. Wm C Williams was an American poet in the early part of the 20th Cent. who wrote:

This is just to say
I have eaten
The plums
That were in
The ice-box

And which
You were probably
Saving
For breakfast

Forgive me
They were delicious
So sweet
And so cold

Thanks and many thanks for your kind note. I'm sure we'll chat again
pgt

publicado por Porius às 1:29 pm (EST) em Feb 11, 2009

This is just to say
tho I am no William Carlos Williams
you have a most lovely name

publicado por Porius às 5:23 am (EST) em Feb 11, 2009

Well! You are a good sport. No offense meant to your father, your countrymen, or your co-religionists (although I suppose there's nothing really offensive in the Screwtape review, is there). I was lucky enough to encounter "Paradise Lost" early on, but I haven't read the Lewis introduction - something to look forward to! Can't imagine being a Christian would be anything but an advantage as far as understanding Milton goes, but I'm also currently anticipating reading a recent translation of "Paradise Lost" into modern English by a professor of mine, which perhaps will shed some light for the benighted.

Very pleased to meet you!

M.

publicado por booksfallapart às 12:05 am (EST) em Feb 5, 2009

Dear Penelope,

Thanks for your message! It was reading "Slipstream", Elizabeth Jane Howard's autobiography, that first got me interested in her work - then I picked up "The Light Years" in a second-hand bookstore in Dunedin (my old home town here in NZ), and (after I had prised it off the friend I was visiting, who stayed up for a couple of nights to finish it) read it and quickly sought out the other three volumes. I have just picked up EJH's latest book "Love All" and am looking forward to reading this when I have time.

The funny thing is that, if someone had described "The Cazalet Chronicles" to me and asked whether I'd be likely to enjoy them, I would probably have said that they didn't sound like my sort of books at all - but I could scarcely tear myself away from them from first page to last!

Regards
Tim

publicado por timjones às 6:54 am (EST) em Jan 23, 2009

On Children of Men, do you mean my review, or a post I wrote? I honestly don't remember if I posted on it. I remember thinking that about the movie, but not writing it. :)

Are you on Bookmooch? Did I mooch from you? Frankly, I sometimes forget the names, and often they are different from LT anyway. I mooched Owl Service to round out my Garner collection, and because I have always heard that it was one of the two best. I will read it, but probably not in the next week. But it moves up due to your comment. I will tell you when I do.

Running takes time. (Obviously.) Are you a runner? Honestly I wish I spent more time training. I think you make your time. So you can theoretically do many things in a day. (Though I am not good at it.) Trollope had a full-time job for much of his writing life, after all, as did many others. Clearly you are better at it-you read while walking home.

Mipsie looks very interesting. I had never heard of it. Would you like to combine your title with the others? I would, but I do not feel confident that I know whether the relevant titles in fact denote the same book. I'm sure you know.

My two years spent in England as a student were among the most exciting and fun of my life. In many ways my career as a book collector was launched in those years.

Take Care,

Oakes

publicado por oakesspalding às 4:00 am (EST) em Jan 21, 2009

You’re welcome. "An Experiment in Time" is an interesting idea and it will expand your thinking (especially from a referential and geometric standpoint.) The author also wrote a number of other interesting related books I might check out in the future. Thank you for taking the time to give me feedback. Your house sounds like my basement; I have shelves and shelves of books. I really enjoy going to used and second hand places and finding treasures. At the moment I'm really enjoying "Walt Disney: The Triumph of the American Imagination." It's got me watching all the old Disney cartoons on Goggle Video.
Best...Harry

publicado por stevetempo às 2:54 pm (EST) em Jan 14, 2009

Hey thanks for the thumbs up on Sweetpea's Secret. I only gave it 1/2 a star because there is no negative stars. 1/2 is the lowest one can go. I guess I could put 0 stars, but that just looks like a non-review instead of a bad one. The What Was it Like series is good to have around, score it if you can.

publicado por Bookmarque às 3:06 pm (EST) em Dec 9, 2008

I noticed we share "The Dangerous Book for Boys", there is also a "The Daring Book for Girls" I don't know if it was published in the UK. If you like the boys book you'll like the girls.

publicado por misericordia às 11:01 am (EST) em Sep 4, 2008

Hello again - It was really nice to hear from you again - the "food" holiday sounded good!
Since we last spoke, I have really been working hard on setting up my food blog - I actually set it up in May this year, but was frankly very lacking on the technical skills required to do it - writing and cooking were the easy bits!
I spent 3 months just learning the technical ropes, and , whilst I have so much more to learn, I am getting to grips with it at long last.
MY husband bought me a digital camera and I have mastered the art of uploading photos, but feel the quality could be vastly improved.
I have posted my efforts on a site called Foodbuzz, and they have asked me to become a featured publisher with them -It is so early on in my efforts, that it really took me by surprise!
I have honestly never worked so hard in my entire life as this last month, but I am loving every minute of it -

publicado por haddockinthekitchen às 1:26 pm (EST) em Aug 29, 2008

Thank you so much for leaving a comment! I got a huge kick out of our connections!

publicado por jeff314159 às 6:17 pm (EST) em Aug 22, 2008