Monthly Archives: February 2012

The best location for zombie movies

Detroit, where else?

“Now Motor City is fighting again – as the world’s cheapest location shoot for zombie movies.”

That’s Iowahawk channeling Clint Eastwood in his supercilious Super Bowl ad. It’s called “A Fistful of Rebates,” and it’s a hoot.

Ron Paul has a good point

“…if we’re allowed to read any book that we want under freedom of speech, why is it we can’t put into our body whatever we want?”

The Texas congressman is the only wouldbe Republican nominee, so far, who has the cajones to question our insane drug laws. All they do is give the police an excuse not to spend time fighting real crime and actually protecting us.

As I was reminded the other day reading this tale in the daily of the BIG drug bust (mostly marijuana) at Texas Christian University. I could not help but sneer. What petty nonsense. Well, it keeps the police off the streets.

Very similar to the MSM’s current preoccupation with contraception, instead of focusing on the still-collapsing economy. Reminds me of how the Texas legislature biannually biennially gins up some incremental abortion or AIDS controversy to preoccupy the media and the public so the lobby can get on with the real business of seeking, paying for and receiving special deals for its clients.

At First Light

This new painting of the 9th Georgia Artillery Battalion opening fire on Fort Sanders on Nov. 29, 1863, is one of the few that’s ever been done on the battle that is the subject of my historical novel Knoxville 1863.

Artist Ken Smith of Pulaski, Virginia, is offering a print for sale here. The novel recently made its 100th sale, in paper and as a Kindle ebook, both in the US and the UK. A pittance, indeed, but not bad considering its trifling promotion.

Wallace Hartley’s violin

It looks fat enough in the photographs to be a viola, but it’s doubtful the folks at Strings would have missed that detail—even though its “discovery” has been announced several times in the past two decades. Nevertheless, it does now seem to be the actual fiddle that went down with the Titanic.

Well, not down down. It was found strapped to the chest of Wallace Hartley, apparently the bandmaster of the ship’s 8-man strings ensemble, who was found dead on the surface. He had famously led them in playing soothing music on the foredeck before it slipped into the icy North Atlantic. I suppose none of the other instruments survived. There’s even—you guessed it—a new book about it. Hundredth anniversary, after all.

And what brings me to this subject? Partly my subscription to Strings and also my now 2-hour practice days, following the guidance of Carl Flesch in his famous (to violinists) The Art of Violin Playing. It seems to be working, though I’m still unable to play anything entirely mistake-free. I’m increasingly interested, though, in pretty much all things violin.

Climate Czar of Mars

The usual shrill babble and punchy trailer clips are flogging John Carter, Disney’s remake of Edgar Rice Burrough’s 1917 novel Princess of Mars, but it looks like a kiddie combo of Hercules and Avatar.

The bad guys burn coal, you see, and are damaging the Martian atmosphere. Uh oh. John Carter is a Confederate soldier mysteriously transported to Mars. There he engages in a lot of sword play, some love scenes steamy enough for 14-year-old boys, and I’ll bet more than a few ecology speeches about sustainability and global warming. Face palm.

Peaceful Israel

“From outside of Israel, one would think that buses and bombs explode here every day; that armed soldiers patrol the streets searching [for] (and probably finding) terrorists on a daily basis.”

Sure was quiet where we went (even in J-Lem and especially on the Golan Heights) last spring and we expect it will be again when we return in late June. Proof that you cannot trust the MSM and its biased and usually conflict-oriented viewpoint. It’s like seeing the world through a porthole.

The Texas Rangers new soft-porn pitcher

We’re not normally into “boy art” around here, but we’ll make an exception for the Iranian-Japanese heartthrob Yu Darvish, the pitching sensation for whom the Texas Rangers recently paid $107.7 million—$57 to Darvish and 51.7 to his old team the Nippon Ham-Fighters.

You’re not likely to see this sort of thing in your daily’s sport section but it’s not unusual for the 25-year-old Darvish. He’s posed for soft core porn in Japanese magazines much more revealing than this, but we’ll skip those.