dust1n
Zindīq
Margaret Truman, Harry S. Truman.
The president's life as told by his daughter. Very interesting so far.
Let me know if you find any goody goods in there. (Embarrassing stories or political disgrace)
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Let me know if you find any goody goods in there. (Embarrassing stories or political disgrace)
Smoke
Done here.
I doubt that Margaret had much that was scandalous to say about her father, especially since she wrote the book when he was still living. But she doesn't seem to like the Roosevelt brothers much. I'll keep an eye peeled.
I'm enjoying the book.
Margaret Truman said:
Oh, I loved that book!
I'm just about to finish A Muslim Primer. I'm about halfway through The Trouble With Islam Today.
Smoke
Done here.
In 1940 he had gone over to the War Department and tackled General George Marshall. Dad was still a colonel in the army reserve, and he had kept up his study of field artillery.
"I would like very much to have a chance to work in this war as a field artillery colonel," he said.
General Marshall pulled down his spectacles, eyed my gray-haired father, and said, "Senator, how old are you?"
"Well," said Dad lamely, "I'm fifty-six."
"You're too damned old. You'd better stay home and work in the Senate."
Tartly, Dad replied, "You're three years older than I am."
"I know. But I'm already a general."
"I would like very much to have a chance to work in this war as a field artillery colonel," he said.
General Marshall pulled down his spectacles, eyed my gray-haired father, and said, "Senator, how old are you?"
"Well," said Dad lamely, "I'm fifty-six."
"You're too damned old. You'd better stay home and work in the Senate."
Tartly, Dad replied, "You're three years older than I am."
"I know. But I'm already a general."
Demonic Kitten
Active Member
I'm in the process of reading "The Third Jesus" and "A Witches Halloween", but the process is slow because a new game (new to me) has my attention.
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angellous_evangellous
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Within the last week I finished Moby Dick, read War of the Worlds, and now Heart of Darkness.
This is in addition to my academic reading, which is enormous.
This is in addition to my academic reading, which is enormous.
Smoke
Done here.
I love Brad Warner.
"American Steam Engines" by Thomas Hawley, published in 1902.
It's a fine survey of various designs, but it needs more & larger drawings.
It's a fine survey of various designs, but it needs more & larger drawings.
Noaidi
slow walker
I hadn't heard of him until 2 weeks ago. Bought Hardcore Zen and was blown away by it. :bow:
Got another of his books 'Zen Wrapped in Karma and Dipped in Chocolate' on order.
Anyone read it? Any thoughts?
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Smoke
Done here.
I haven't read it yet. I really like Sit Down and Shut Up, though, and I'm intrigued by the title of Sex, Sin, and Zen: A Buddhist Exploration of Sex from Celibacy to Polyamory and Everything in Between. Based on the two books and several articles I've read by Brad, I'd buy anything he wrote.
Noaidi
slow walker
Thanks for that, Smoke (and thanks for the frubals! Much appreciated)
Smoke
Done here.
Anthony Trollope, Barchester Towers.
I love Trollope, but I have mixed feelings about this Barnes & Noble Classics edition, which is the edition I'm reading. The explanatory footnotes -- eager to inform the reader that "1s and 4d" means "One shilling and four pence" and "cures of the diocese" refers to "offices of curates or ministers" -- are kind of distracting. I find that I can ignore end notes but not footnotes, and it's discouraging to be constantly reminded that the average American reader -- and even the average American reader of Victorian novels -- cannot reasonably be expected to understand a novel written 150 years ago in his native language.
Still, 500 pages of Trollope for eight dollars is nothing to sneeze at.
