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What could be more Asian than donuts? Here's an image of recommendations of Asian restaurants with a distinctively non-Asian sweet treat. At least the writer could have easily found an image of Pad Thai or sushi or ramen noodles.
The Queen of the Skies was truly a wonderful ship. On the times I was in business class on Pan Am trans-Pacific routes, the upper deck was a non-smoking business class area and it felt like we were in our own private plane. Those were also the days when the entrance to the flight deck was simply a black curtain! One time flying to Asia, I was wandering around and noticed that the curtain was pulled aside so I took a peek. The captain was sitting with his head leaning
“Hey Pando,” Eddie called to me loudly from across our table, around which were seated various denizens comprising our local native wits, who were trying to enjoy Toni’s powerful overcooked and over-perked copper-colored liquid that she playfully lists as “coffee” on the menu of The Scruffy Dog Cafe. “Um, yes, uh, yeah, Eddie, whazzup?” I replied between sips. “You know how you’re always going on about the abysmal quality of television commercials?” “Um, yeah, and thanks for not calling them ‘adverts’ like our mates across the pond. What’s your point?”
Primarily because they combine elements of great story-telling with excellent three-dimensional characters, particularly her strong female leads. "The Kill Season" was an excellent Kate Reid story with a great plotline, fast action, and continued top-notch players. One thing that is interesting for me is the running subplot of tension between Kate Reid and her mentor, Noah Quinn, which adds a bit of a real world aspect to the story. I'm always looking forward to Robin Mahle's
Today I was reading news articles on my iPad. I noticed that over the past week, every now and then there’s an article where the author appears to be paid by the word, based on the totally superfluous garbage used to set the scene, as if they were writing a play. Here’s what I am talking about: We sat together in a charming window booth looking out over the mighty moving mass of people on Tin Pan Alley rushing to and from important meetings, iPhones glued to their ears as
Yeah, while Vietnam was a pretty hot zone and pretty screwed up from the beginning, Berlin was a cold war zone, with daily incidents at the wall. We had free access to the East and our visible intelligence officers cruised around in green military vehicles. One time a car was coming through the checkpoint back to the West when the gate crashed down on the roof. Just another harassing tactic. The next day a Russian intelligence car was rerouted down a one-way street dead end, where a skunk was tossed into
As I did with my recent review with Timelines, which I believe was Bob Blink's first Kindle book, I will divide this review of his latest novel into two parts, The story - 5 stars I thoroughly enjoyed the excellent plot, the characters, the settings, and the non-stop action and suspense of what's coming next. Bob has a special knack of all good story-tellers in that you get hooked right from the start and it's difficult to put the book down. It takes time and patience to bring a novel like this from concept to publication, and
This was an exciting but very descriptive book about a serial killer who targets women who are on the verge of giving birth. He kills then removes the living baby, which he then sells to a broker. There is another angle to the story that is even grittier but ties in over the course of the novel. Here is an excerpt that might serve the reader well: "Keri poured a glass of orange juice and added champagne to sip while she read more of Piper’s journal. The journal was too
This was a well-written and very interesting sociological sort-of sci-fi thriller that takes place in a dystopian Kingdom of England and Wales toward the end of the 21st century. The author weaves a good story that is almost like taking a mirror to 2019 Trumpism and white nationalism here in the US. The narrative point of view alternates between a white English lawyer and a black American medical doctor. Seeing what has amounted to a white-nationalist-dominated England through the eyes of an African American is quite disturbing. Altogether an excellent
I recently had a discussion with a friend about working in an office in the 1980s. I recalled an experience in 1983 when our word processors were shared IBM terminals. I was writing a fairly detailed summary of how our field support offices would be brought up to speed with docs and training before the release of the next software release for our computerized PABX product. I was called away for a moment, then returned and completed the report, saved the file, then sent to the noisy shared teletype
Shortly after moving from the San Francisco Peninsula to Bloomington, Indiana, I needed to set up refills for some prescriptions. I made an appointment with a local doctor's office and was checking in with his assistant. She was facing down, looking over my forms, asking me questions and filling in my info. It was difficult to understand her because of other noises in the area. At one point it sounded like this: "And your (mumble) dressed?" To which I plucked at my shirt and exclaimed, "I sure hope so!" The
Our neighborhood is served by a community mailbox where all of our mailboxes are contained in one large box on a pedestal where the mail carrier delivers our mail. Since most snail mail is junk mail, I normally walk up there twice a week: Wednesdays and Saturdays. Most of our neighbors know my routine. Neighbor George F. likes to kid me about my peculiar habit, and today was no exception as he pulled his car over when he saw me walking our dog. "Today's Wednesday so I s'pose you've picked
Verse by Fiona One afternoon in 1993 or 94, I took our daughter Fiona to Foothills Park above Palo Alto. It's great for enjoying a picnic, hiking the trails, or playing catch. On this occasion, we were wrapping up our visit just as a light rain began to fall. A car pulled up next to us with several youngsters, who looked ready for fun. At that point, Fifi came up with this short verse to describe what would probably happen after we left. [ct_spacer height="25"] When they get out They'll
Back in the mid-1980s I had a boss who knew that I liked to spice up soups with Tabasco sauce. One day he gave me a new bottle of Dave's Insanity. Shortly thereafter, I was making a lentil soup and decided to set a couple of cups aside, ~ then added to that two-cup portion a drop - just ONE teeny tiny .25mg drop - and did I regret it!
Daunna and I joined two other couples for burgers, dogs, watermelon, corn on the cob. As we were eating I was astounded to notice that the other five were "harmonica" corn eaters (side to side), while I was a "rotator" (roll the cob and eat around the circumference in columns). Of course I was roundly hit with all sorts of barbs and aspersions on my ancestry. I pointed out that my method left fewer missed kernels. Nobody was
One afternoon as I varied my route from work at IBM, taking a different road to my motel, I came upon a T intersection, with my road ending at the cross street. On approach, one lane became two: One for turning left, the other, right. In front of me was a car straddling both lanes, making it impossible for me or several other cars behind me to make a free left turn on the red light. The driver behind me began to honk his horn (or "hoot his hooter" in