You might enjoy this … from back when.
Outstanding audio quality on CD. This is pretty good as well.
Posted by DNW on 2014/10/03
You might enjoy this … from back when.
Outstanding audio quality on CD. This is pretty good as well.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2014/09/01
FOX News is about to report on “three Atlantic City Casinos closing for good.” Good. Would that all casinos closed for good. On one side, you have immoral people preying on immoral lemmings. On the other side, you have immoral lemmings having less money than they used to. And the outcome is, they both lose. What’s not to like?
What do casinos produce? Nothing. They offer the most expensive places in the world to sit down. I suppose the entertainment value of pulling a lever and watching wheels spin can be attractive to some fools. But seriously, what uplifting value do casinos have? What societal benefit do they provide? They produce nothing. They add nothing to the growth of a community. They only take what that community provides. But the Obama Recovery (which would be a long-term recession or even depression in any other administration) means Society doesn’t have enough for the casinos to siphon.
So, the blood-suckers are dying off because there isn’t enough blood for them to suck. The tapeworms are dying because their hosts are emaciated. The Crimea River is in Atlantic City, NJ.
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Posted by DNW on 2014/08/15
As the American polity stumbles under the weight of the brainless and behaviorally incontinent, recall to mind that the human spirit is larger than this present time, or even this nation.
So although we look toward the future of our own country and our people with confidence, we can also spend some moments in appreciating the heritage of the wider western world.
It’s not all jabbering leftists and snorting buffoons.
From YouTube, the famous adagio from the Concierto de Aranjuez performed by Angel Romero for a United Nations concert many years ago.
John Williams and other classical guitarists have performed this too, but as a Spaniard himself, the feeling Romero brings to it seems to be especially evocative.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2014/07/29
The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1 comes out in November, and I, for one, am waiting on pins and needles for it to come out on DVD. If you haven’t seen The Hunger Games or The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, what are you waiting for? A personal invitation? (This is it.)
Let’s just say I believe Democrats and Establishment Republicans should be fearful these movies might put ideas in the heads of We, The People. So, watch the movies.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2014/07/25
There’s a new Facebook page called Standing With IDF that is full of Rule 5. And The Other McCain found it. They’re all about teh Rule 5ive. Lots of women doing the 21st Century version of America’s World War II pin-up girl morale-building campaign.
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2014/07/25
you were a lousy teacher and you totes deserve your bad karma. hope you bankrupt soon.
That was attempted to be put up on my Good News And Bad News article.
The bad news is I’m not a professor at University of Wisconsin-Madison, or at Wyoming. You see, I died in 1712.
The good news is I’m one undead individual with enough brain power left not to vote Democrat.
Let’s see how many remember this:
“Will the real John Hitchcock please stand up?”
Posted by DNW on 2014/04/29
Our intrepid host recently reported from the wilds of Wyoming (did you look up the old ranch for me while you were there, John?) that there was snow on the ground.
Well, the cold has probably melted away by now, we hope. And with the rivulets flow, will come, we expect, the promise of gentler weather.
Where does it come from?
Out of Nowhere …
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2014/04/27
There’s a line in the movie that says “I’m in the NFL Dave, you play PeeWee”. Well, Hube is the NFL in this subject area. I’m a PeeWee bench warmer. I won’t get into the quality or believability or whether the movie sticks to the written matter. I don’t qualify to speak on that. For those who don’t know about Kick Ass, it’s one continuous flow of gratuitous violence, gratuitous vulgarity, etc, etc. And that’s the draw. Even for me, partially, at least. In this movie full of language the stereotypical Christian finds unbelievably offensive (a 15 year old girl using extremely crude sexual violence talk), one of the new “real person-turned-Super Hero” characters is a former mob muscle turned Born-Again Christian.
There they go again, right? The same ol’ lame crap, right?
This “Born-Again Christian” is extremely believable to Born-Again Christians. I’ll say it again. The character is very much in line with Christian type values, other than “taking the Law into your hands” (which is a requirement for the Super Hero theme). I approve.
Posted by DNW on 2014/01/22
Anyone who has drunk, or imbibed since we don’t want to sound as if we are alluding to intoxication, a sufficient number of martinis to use the term “perfect martini” also knows that there is really no such thing as a perfect martini. Even martinis made to your favorite recipe will obviously vary to some significant degree with the care which one takes – or doesn’t – in making (proportioning) the drink and with the particular brands of ingredients used.
That rocks glass in your hand on the patio in July, the glass sloshingly filled with cubes and gin and vermouth and a couple of olives, and which you hold in the one hand as you flip steaks on the grill with the other, holds the same nominal drink as that carefully proportioned vodka and vermouth mix poured from a shaker into a coupe glass, and then garnished with a twist of lemon zest.
In the name of decency, there are some limits though.
For example, although either gin or vodka (or both together, Mr. Bond) may be used or substituted, most people would agree that no matter how stingy the application may be, a “martini” made without any vermouth is just not really a martini as most of us understand it.
Speaking of vermouth, many of us, myself for instance, had become comfortably accustomed to Noilly Prat only to discover a couple of years ago that something awful had happened. I first though I had gotten a bad bottle. Instead of the usual clear liquid I was used to seeing, out came a yellow-greenish fluid with a more pronounced taste, smell, and what seemed to me to be oily character. It tasted like the abominable Gallo vermouth. It made my martini undrinkable. Until recently I could not come up with a satisfactory explanation as to what went wrong. Abandoning my theory of a heat spoiled bottle at the second disappointment, I figured my memory of what I like must have been off … very off somehow.
Turns out that the company had been bought out, and the new ownership of Noilly Prat decided that Americans would henceforth receive the European version of their “dry” vermouth; which was distinctly heavier in scent and taste than that to which we were accustomed. Apparently Noilly had for some years, and long before I ever approached a martini glass, been offering a specially dry version for the North American market. After grimacing my way through those last unwitting purchases of the Euro-style and highly scented version of their “dry”, I dropped any pretense of brand loyalty and grabbed a bottle of Martini & Rossi off the shelf the next time out. According to the blog “The Gray Report” (and Gray himself actually prefers the Euro-version), many others did as well. I certainly hated it. Enough people agreed with me implies Gray, to cause sales to plummet sufficient to get management’s attention and to promise to bring back the American version to this market.
So far, I haven’t seen it. Though I can’t say I have looked very hard.
As far as the mix portions go, I for one, have over the years developed a preference for what some web sites, Vermouth101.c0m for instance, are calling a 1950’s mix … basically 3 measures of gin or vodka to one half measure (I’m not using the technical term for “measure” here) of dry vermouth. So for example, a measure might be one of those ounce-and-a-half shot glasses. Then, three full shot glasses of gin, and one half of that ounce and a half shot glass, of vermouth.
You will notice too that as Mr. Niven above protectively recoils from that bottle of vermouth proffered by the cheerfully smiling pixie, he is simultaneously cradling an almost fishbowl sized snifter, which he’s using as the martini mixing glass.
He obviously wants his martini as dry as possible. And I agree to some extent as I mentioned just above.
But I would not go so far as the version of martini supposedly liked best when I first started drinking them during that late 1980s and 1990’s era sometimes credited with the return of the cocktail to prominence. That version, was reportedly almost pure gin or vodka, and I found it as objectionable to my palate as the early 20th century version said to be preferred by FDR: a two gin to one vermouth mix with plenty of brine added. I tried it. Yech. No wonder FDR had a stroke.
Well, no accounting for the taste of certain statist liberals who smoke cigarettes from holders.
We’ve already addressed what are from my point of view the preferable proportions of the two main ingredients in the mix. How they are mixed together is another matter.
The phrase “shaken not stirred” has become a painful cliche that causes me to actually wince when hearing it. But, that doesn’t mean that I don’t prefer the drink mixed that way. In fact, while doing research – well, while idly scanning various books and other websites for confirmation of my own prejudices – I read that martinis were originally meant to be made that way: shaken.
By the time the James Bond novel Casino Royale was published for Ian Fleming in 1953, in the very year Mr. Niven was saving his bowl of gin in “The Moon is Blue” from the debasement of too much, or almost any vermouth, the mixing process seems to have changed from shaking to stirring. Or at least swirling the mix with cubes.
Which leads us to another painful cliche: one which expresses alarm over the possibility of “bruising the gin”.
I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, so I can’t explain it to you. And when I hear it, I can only picture some dissipated country club type given to the pointless regurgitation of current mythologies as a way of cementing his image as one who is in need of constantly cementing his image. Out of respect to our early 1950s motif here, I’ll include an image of just that type of fellow as portrayed by actor Louis Calhern, in yet another William Holden movie of that same era, “Executive Suite”.
In any event, I not only have a fictional spy on my shaken side, I apparently have the British medical establishment. You may be thinking I am referring to a recent series of articles based on the premise that James Bond liked his martinis shaken and not stirred because had he been a real person who drank as much as seemingly recorded in the spy novels he, would have had a case of the shakes which made stirring impossible … or something like that.
However, that particular bit of politically motivated kill-joy posturing by the PC crowd is not what I am referring to. What I am citing here is an article in the British Journal of Medicine titled “Shaken, not stirred: bioanalytical study of the antioxidant activities of martinis”.
Shaken martinis were more effective in deactivating hydrogen peroxide than the stirred variety, and both were more effective than gin or vermouth alone (0.072% of peroxide control for shaken martini, 0.157% for stirred v 58.3% for gin and 1.90% for vermouth). The reason for this is not clear, but it may well not involve the facile oxidation of reactive martini components: control martinis through which either oxygen or nitrogen was bubbled did not differ in their ability to deactivate hydrogen peroxide (0.061% v 0.057%) and did not differ from the shaken martini. Moreover, preliminary experiments indicate that martinis are less well endowed with polyphenols than Sauvignon white wine or Scotch whisky (0.056 mmol/l (catechin equivalents) shaken, 0.060 mmol/l stirred v 0.592 mmol/l wine, 0.575 mmol/l whisky).
With authorities like that behind you, who needs some comic book spy on your side?
How’s it to be served then? In what kind of glass? A “martini glass” obviously?
Well, there are different theories. I always specified a rocks glass in restaurants. Occasionally a self-confident middle aged waiter in the tonier kind place would good naturedly admonish me with an “Oh sir! Not really!” and I’d give in and have it in a stemmed glass. I’ve kind of gotten used to them by now. The design is supposed to have a certain logic, and I admit that the drink may taste somewhat better in one. Or at least more like an aperitif to be savored, than a concoction to be guzzled.
Still, I like a squat tumbler in some situations. Summer evening grilling is good time to load up with ice, in my opinion; and a double old fashioned glass works really well for that.
But the classic martini glass is making a bit of comeback without any assistance from me. That is to say, when I say “classic”, a sub 7 ounce capacity glass with a short pulled stem, rather than one of those 12 ounce glass funnels ill balanced on a 6 inch pillar, which has been the popular version for the last 30 or so years.
As an admirable return to basics, take this well proportioned glass sold this Christmas season as an example. Not a pulled stem coupe with that little extra cusp in the bottom (that is to say not one obviously shaped like a mold of Marie Antoinette’s left you know what …) it’s nonetheless pretty appealing all the same.
And, you can still get the champagne coupe/cocktail glasses common in the early 60’s as well. From Germany, just for you: at two for sixty or seventy dollars a pair.
So, what’s the perfect martini? I don’t know really, and haven’t the authority to say. Make it 6 to one. Vodka or gin depending on mood. Rocks or Martini glass depending. Two cubes with the former, or just a bit of cracked ice in the latter. Mix shaken, well, with ice. Poured over a stuffed olive, and a twist of zest added last. Let sit about a minute. Then …
That’s perfect enough for me.
You, are entitled to your own opinion of course.
Posted by Yorkshire on 2014/01/06
For a few days now there has been panic in the Streets over, wait, it’s coming, Oh IT’S WINTER. We are being warned about this MONSTER from THE NORTH POLE, the DREADED POLAR VORTEX. Guess what, it’s to Winter what Hurricanes are to Summer. In Momma Nature’s normal fashion, called weather, the world does get hot, and the world does get cold. I’ve seen these winter outbreaks of cold all the time. Today’s biggest laugh from the purveyor’s of weather panic, the GlowBall Warming Phanatics, like Algore, the Polar Vortex is a new phenomena caused by Glowball Warming. This is as hilarious as the GlowBall Warming hunters going to Antarctica looking for existence of GlowBall Warming in the height of the Southern Hemisphere’s SUMMER, only to get stuck in the ICE, the rescue ship from China is now stuck in the ice, and another rescue ship from Australia decided not to get stuck. But America to the rescue with its super Ice Breaker called the Polar Star. The world is closing today and tomorrow. GlowBall Warming’s Icy Winds and Temperature are just too cold. My friends in Finland Laugh at this which is their normal winter. After all, who can’t handle -20C, -4F?
(A little help from the editor of 1st Street Journal)
Posted by DNW on 2013/10/17
Name this interesting, well-made, amazingly scenic, but thematically rough, and very adult movie.
The winner gets another Monica Vitti photo.
No, not really.
You don’t win anything. I just thought I’d post a couple of images of one of the more interesting movies I’ve seen in a while, thanks to DVD.
The movie is the black comedy, “In Bruges”.
And in Bruges, it’s set.
So, Yorkshire whose guess landed the next country over, would in fact get one point if this were horseshoes. But it’s not. So he doesn’t.
The plot centers on developments which take place as two hit men from England (one apparently Irish in origin) are sent to Bruges by their boss for reasons that are unclear to them. Are they there laying low after killing a priest back in England as part of their last job? Being rewarded with a touristy rest? Are they there, awaiting orders for a new job on the Continent?
The man they work for is the as yet unseen Harry Waters, a gangster boss, who despite his viciousness, is gradually revealed as having a kind of primitive honor-based moral code of his own, along with clear aspirations to bourgeois respectability.
We’ve seen that particular plot theme before of course: a ruthless mobster who attempts to live up to what few rules he does recognize.
In this movie it stands as a kind of intertwining but critical subplot, as the mobster in question, Harry Waters, is not the “focus on” protagonist, but rather constitutes for much of the film an off-screen presence of gradually increasing menace. He might make a classical antagonist if the true antagonist in this film were not of another kind entirely.
Remember your high school English classes? Man against man … man against nature, … and man against …
The gangster boss role of Harry Waters is particularly well inhabited by Ralph Fiennes, who when he does appear visually, imparts a personality and depth to the character (as do all the actors in this movie) which only adds to the emotional impact of events as they unfold. Despite yourself, you begin to care a bit about the fate of these characters.
Having watched the bonus tracks, this humanizing portrayal of people acting absurdly and even brutishly, was almost certainly intended by the director to produce just such an effect on the viewer. The actors in their “bonus material” interviews seemed to think so. And they repeatedly remark on what they perceive as the rare quality and sensibility of the script, when judged against other materials they’ve been offered.
This is not a film for everyone. As immune as I am to offhand vulgarity, this movie is notably filled to brimming with the kind of casually obscene blasphemy employed by morally lost characters, which can cause almost any listener to cringe.
The devout and sensitive might have a difficult time bracketing the verbal offenses as part of a necessary characterization process. The film makers themselves acknowledge the over-the-top nature of this aspect of the film, with an ironically intended bonus track of nothing but staccato cuts of verbal obscenity.
Speaking of bonus materials, because In Bruges was shot on location in Bruges, what you see on screen is for the most part where they really were, and what is actually there; the interior top of a certain bell tower, excepted.
There was apparently enough coverage of an early canal tourism scene for the director, or someone , to put together an oddly fascinating – almost mesmerizing – video trip along the canals for which the city is so famous.
The movie stars Brendan Gleeson, Colin Farrell, and Ralph Fiennes, and features Thekla Reuten as the tourist hotel owner and manager. [It was Reuten's picture in another role that I linked to in Dana's, First Street Journal blog entry on women with guns. That image was taken from George Clooney's movie about an American hit man working in Europe.]
One of the more amusing exchanges in the movie occurs when a mot juste obsessed Russian gun dealer offers Harry Waters some hollow point rounds for his gun.
“Would you like some dumdums? You know this word ‘dumdums’? The bullets that make the head explode?”
Waters’ response is, “Well I know I shouldn’t, but … ” as if he is being offered some tempting chocolate covered cherries.
Picking out a few at first, he ends up taking the box.
Posted by DNW on 2013/10/01
From a picture floating around the Internet. Very “60’s”
No particular reason for re-posting it. I just think that the image has a certain atmosphere, and even beauty. In fact I find it almost mesmerizing.
Our friend Ropelight likes boats, maybe he can do something with this.
UPDATE: I deliberately withheld any reference to the subject matter from the title of this posting because although I was fascinated by the image I didn’t want to attract attention to it on the usual grounds of prurience.
I figured it would just appear as part of the “home page” series.
Nonetheless it’s received an unusual number of individual page clicks. A sophisticated readership this one, unless there are lots of people using search engines to look up the phrase “Just because”, and winding up here.
FYI then, the lady is/was a model and actress in Italian new wave type films.
Regardless of her looks, she’s as you might expect, also Italian by nationality.
The photo is probably, I would guess, from the late 1950’s to possibly the mid 60’s.
I came across her while wracking my mind for alternative movies my folks might be interested in watching, rather than the brainless and unamusing crap they pay for in their monthly satellite bill.
If anyone can “guess” her name, I’ll post an image of a combustion turbine as your reward …
I’ll throw in an image of a copy milling machine too, if you can name one of her movies.
Second update: A PRIZEWINNER!
The contest only lasted a few hours and is well over. Yet commenter out-of-the-blue Tom Hamilton comes in late and wins a prize nonetheless, because: a, he used the word “existential” in his comment, and b, I had a couple of pictures left over.
Therefore, as an anodyne for government shutdown boredom, or in order to more fully celebrate it, let’s review 1960’s female style, Italian style …
Posted by DNW on 2013/06/04
YouTube has some amusing vignettes from a BBC series for kids, called Horrible Histories.
The Guardian, left wing socialist rag that it is, has this to say,
“CBBC’s Horrible Histories is a wonderfully curious thing: wildly praised, yet woefully undersold as really funny … for a kids’ show. But Horrible Histories isn’t just the best show on children’s television – it’s one of the smartest comedies on TV.”
Some clips are annoying, but most have some redeeming humor quality, though surprisingly, the humor in a fair number is pretty pathetic. In the case of the Aztecs and their bean and corn diet for example.
Worth 20 minutes of sorting through. The video embedded above to appears to have been a smash hit overseas.
Posted by Yorkshire on 2013/02/26
Joe’s at it again. His job as Court Jester is sealed bythis video where he advises Women to get a 12 Ga. Double-Barrel Shotgun for protection. The Jester’s advise is two shots anywherewill scare a bad guy away. Watch this:
Posted by John Hitchcock on 2012/11/06
As the polls have begun opening across this great land and our efforts to oust the anti-American, anti-Constitutional, anti-Christian Socialist tyrant see fruition (or not), I thought some inspirational music with a reminder should be in order.
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