tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910239134246808452024-03-24T15:02:29.452-04:00Mark Haugen" Instead of making sure old books are 'suitable for modern readers,' how about making sure modern readers are suitable for old books." – David Burge, aka IowahawkMark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.comBlogger723125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-60451500515487159132024-03-24T15:01:00.003-04:002024-03-24T15:01:50.354-04:00Finished: 'The Bad Weather Friend' by Koontz<p>Like the much discussed absence of Princess Kate from public view, social media has been abuzz (not) with speculation of my where-abouts.</p><p>To quote the great Johnny Cash, "I've been everywhere man." But I haven't been on this blog. It took a novel by Dean Koontz, among other things, to bring me out of my winter doldrums, light the fuse and get the uptown funk back for hopefully another run of bloggin'.</p><p>"The Bad Weather Friend" was the book. I'd set it down in the evening after a few chapters and just smile. It made me happy. It was just that kind of book. And really I don't know how, except through the wonderful writing of Koontz, because it features monsters, evil villians, beating hearts removed from chests and world conquest.</p><p><i></i></p><blockquote><p><i>Benny Catspaw’s perpetually sunny disposition is tested when he loses his job, his reputation, his fiancée, and his favorite chair. He’s not paranoid. Someone is out to get him. He just doesn’t know who or why. Then Benny receives an inheritance from an uncle he’s never heard of: a giant crate and a video message. All will be well in time.</i></p><p><i>How strange—though it’s a blessing, his uncle promises. Stranger yet is what’s inside the crate. He’s a seven-foot-tall self-described “bad weather friend” named Spike whose mission is to help people who are just too good for this world. Spike will take care of it. He’ll find Benny’s enemies. He’ll deal with them. This might be satisfying if Spike wasn’t such a menacing presence with terrifying techniques of intimidation.</i></p><p><i>In the company of Spike and a fascinated young waitress-cum-PI-in-training named Harper, Benny plunges into a perilous high-speed adventure, the likes of which never would have crossed the mind of a decent guy like him.</i></p></blockquote><p><i></i></p><p>It seemed like a mash-up of Koontz's "Odd Thomas" and "Frankenstein" novels. There's a lot of talk online about it being the start of such a series, but I have my doubts if that's feasible. If any one could it, though, it'd be The Dean.</p><p>He had some great quotable writing, but I didn't have a pen handy to mark them until I was over halfway through the book. But here's one fave:</p><p>"How you live your life will earn the face you have in years to come; if you think you're superior to others, if you can't live and let live, if your arrogance inspires perpetual anger and resentment because others do not agree with you, then you'll age into a face that reveals the corruption of your soul."</p><p>Gonna be a lot of ugly people out there. </p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-80473838047619058242024-03-08T12:01:00.000-04:002024-03-08T12:01:16.826-04:00"Book ban" trope has officially become a joke<p><a href="Anti-Censorship Bookshop Took 3 Days to Start Censoring Books – HotAir" target="_blank"> Anti-Censorship Bookshop Took 3 Days to Start Censoring Books</a></p><p></p><blockquote><i>I have to admit that while I haven't much of an opinion about RuPaul one way or another--he seemed benign enough given what little I know--I did like the idea of an "all-ideas" bookstore. While I don't think, by a long shot, that every book belongs in K-12 schools, I also don't think that banning books from sale is compatible with democracy. </i></blockquote><p></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-54449594632096031762024-01-30T15:07:00.001-04:002024-01-30T15:08:22.251-04:00I interupt my hiatus with this doozy<p></p><blockquote><i> I’d argue that we have become so sad, lonely, angry and mean as a society in part because so many people have not been taught or don’t bother practicing to enter sympathetically into the minds of their fellow human beings. We’re overpoliticized while growing increasingly undermoralized, underspiritualized, undercultured.</i></blockquote><p></p><p><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/25/opinion/art-culture-politics.html" target="_blank">Read David Brooks' column here.</a></p><p></p><blockquote><i>We know from studies by the psychologists Raymond Mar and Keith Oatley that reading literature is associated with heightened empathy skills. Deep reading, immersing yourself in novels with complex characters, engaging with stories that explore the complexity of this character’s motivations or that character’s wounds, is a training ground for understanding human variety. It empowers us to see the real people in our lives more accurately and more generously, to better understand their intentions, fears and needs, the hidden kingdom of their unconscious drives. The resulting knowledge is not factual knowledge but emotional knowledge.</i></blockquote><p></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-42645719734522999172024-01-01T12:36:00.002-04:002024-01-01T12:39:49.379-04:00Finished: 'The Devil Takes You Home' by Gabino Iglesias<p> I finished reading my 34th novel of 2023 a couple hours before midnight. It was almost as bad as the Vikings' performance against the Packers. "The Devil Takes You Home" by Gabino Iglesias is one of those books I requested for Christmas. I'd seen it on some "Best Of" list I'd run across and it looked good.</p><p><i></i></p><blockquote><p><i>This genre-defying, Shirley Jackson and Bram Stoker award-winning thriller follows a father desperate to salvage what's left of his family—even if it means a descent into violence.</i></p><p><i>Buried in debt due to his young daughter’s illness, his marriage at the brink, Mario reluctantly takes a job as a hitman, surprising himself with his proclivity for violence. After tragedy destroys the life he knew, Mario agrees to one final job: hijack a cartel’s cash shipment before it reaches Mexico. Along with an old friend and a cartel-insider named Juanca, Mario sets off on the near-suicidal mission, which will leave him with either a cool $200,000 or a bullet in the skull. But the path to reward or ruin is never as straight as it seems. As the three complicated men travel through the endless landscape of Texas, across the border and back, their hidden motivations are laid bare alongside nightmarish encounters that defy explanation. One thing is certain: even if Mario makes it out alive, he won’t return the same.</i></p></blockquote><p><i></i></p><p>It might be good for some readers, but not me. For starters, some of the book, not a lot but enough to make it difficult, was written in Spanish. I know just enough Spanish to order in a Mexican restaurant and to say "Buenos dias" and "Gracias" to the guys who shingled my roof, but not much more. </p><p>It was also terribly violent. I like some violence in my books, heck I'm a serial killer book aficionado (some more Spanish I know). But this was too detailed for my taste. Instead of just shooting or stabbing a man, Iglesias spent a chapter on cartel members cutting off a man's toe. Just cut it off and move on.</p><p>It also incorporated a lot of mysticism, dreamy stuff. I didn't care for that either.</p><p>It kept me interested enough to finish, but I did speed read the final half of the book. My speed reading method I picked up somewhere is to read the first and last sentences of long paragraphs. If there's enough to interest me I read the entire paragraph, but usually not. It's enough to get the gist of things and not lose sight of the plot.</p><p>So I made it through. Will give it a 5 of 10 on the Haugenometer. It has a 4 of 5 on Amazon and 3.7 of 5 by Goodreaders, so they weren't exactly knocked out by it either.</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-79674743723817287392023-12-25T12:33:00.001-04:002023-12-25T12:33:24.804-04:00The books gifted this year<p> Per usual, the old man gifts the kids and their significant others a book each Christmas. Quite a bit of thought goes into this as some are bigger readers than others. So, to get some to read the books have to be spot on. (And, as an aside, audio books are not books; they're radio stations without music.)</p><p>The toughest to buy for is the youngest, Luke, who'd rather watch a YouTube video than hold an actual book in his hands. For him, just to be mean, I bought the thickest book, but it's about his hero: Elon Musk. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Elon-Musk-Walter-Isaacson/dp/1982181281/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1DRUC4J54P954&keywords=elon+musk+walter+isaacson&qid=1703188409&sprefix=elon+mus%2Caps%2C125&sr=8-1" target="_blank">The biography by Walter Isaacson</a> is 688 pages, but it also functions as a bathroom reader, since there's not really a plot to follow. Fortunately, Luke goes to the bathroom a lot so should get it finished in 2024.</p><p></p><blockquote><i>From the author of Steve Jobs and other bestselling biographies, this is the astonishingly intimate story of the most fascinating and controversial innovator of our era—a rule-breaking visionary who helped to lead the world into the era of electric vehicles, private space exploration, and artificial intelligence. Oh, and took over Twitter.</i></blockquote><p></p><p>His wife, Kayla, is a more prolific reader, but I don't really have her genre or interests nailed down yet. For her I bought "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Notes-Execution-Novel-Danya-Kukafka/dp/0063052741/ref=sr_1_1?crid=135495XF3ZCYN&keywords=notes+on+an+execution&qid=1703188180&sprefix=notes+on+an+e%2Caps%2C122&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Notes on an Execution</a>." Not quite as dark as it sounds.</p><p></p><blockquote><p><i>Ansel Packer is scheduled to die in twelve hours. He knows what he’s done, and now awaits execution, the same chilling fate he forced on those girls, years ago. But Ansel doesn’t want to die; he wants to be celebrated, understood. </i></p><p><i>Through a kaleidoscope of women—a mother, a sister, a homicide detective—we learn the story of Ansel’s life. We meet his mother, Lavender, a seventeen-year-old girl pushed to desperation; Hazel, twin sister to Ansel’s wife, inseparable since birth, forced to watch helplessly as her sister’s relationship threatens to devour them all; and finally, Saffy, the detective hot on his trail, who has devoted herself to bringing bad men to justice but struggles to see her own life clearly. As the clock ticks down, these three women sift through the choices that culminate in tragedy, exploring the rippling fissures that such destruction inevitably leaves in its wake. </i></p><p><i>Blending breathtaking suspense with astonishing empathy, Notes on an Execution presents a chilling portrait of womanhood as it simultaneously unravels the familiar narrative of the American serial killer, interrogating our system of justice and our cultural obsession with crime stories, asking readers to consider the false promise of looking for meaning in the psyches of violent men.</i></p></blockquote><p></p><p>For my daughter, Rylee, a grade-school teacher, I chose: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Book-Lovers-Emily-Henry/dp/0593334833/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3GHEPBP4TKRAT&keywords=book+lovers+emily+henry&qid=1703188495&sprefix=book+lovers%2Caps%2C124&sr=8-1" target="_blank">"Book Lovers" by Emily Henry</a>.</p><p></p><blockquote><p><i>Nora Stephens' life is books—she’s read them all—and she is not that type of heroine. Not the plucky one, not the laidback dream girl, and especially not the sweetheart. In fact, the only people Nora is a heroine for are her clients, for whom she lands enormous deals as a cutthroat literary agent, and her beloved little sister Libby.</i></p><p><i>Which is why she agrees to go to Sunshine Falls, North Carolina for the month of August when Libby begs her for a sisters’ trip away—with visions of a small town transformation for Nora, who she’s convinced needs to become the heroine in her own story. But instead of picnics in meadows, or run-ins with a handsome country doctor or bulging-forearmed bartender, Nora keeps bumping into Charlie Lastra, a bookish brooding editor from back in the city. It would be a meet-cute if not for the fact that they’ve met many times and it’s never been cute.</i></p><p><i>If Nora knows she’s not an ideal heroine, Charlie knows he’s nobody’s hero, but as they are thrown together again and again—in a series of coincidences no editor worth their salt would allow—what they discover might just unravel the carefully crafted stories they’ve written about themselves.</i></p></blockquote><p></p><p>For her husband, Stetson, who is wrapping up his dissertation: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Such-Kindness-Andre-Dubus-III/dp/1324000465/ref=sr_1_1?crid=18R8DIVXKTP0&keywords=such+kindness+andre+dubus+iii+book&qid=1703188654&sprefix=such+kin%2Caps%2C118&sr=8-1" target="_blank">"Such Kindness" by Andre Dinis III</a>. (When you have "III" behind your name, people know you're smart.)</p><p></p><blockquote><p><i>A working-class white man takes a terrible fall.</i></p><p><i>Tom Lowe’s identity and his pride are invested in the work he does with his back and his hands. He designed and built his family’s dream home, working extra hours to pay off the adjustable rate mortgage he took on the property, convinced he is making every sacrifice for the happiness of his wife and son. Until, in a moment of fatigued inattention, shingling a roof in too-bright sunlight, he falls.</i></p><p><i>In constant pain, addicted to painkillers at the cost of his relationships with his wife and son, Tom slowly comes to realize that he can never work again. If he is not a working man, who is he? He is not, he believes, the kind of person who lives in subsidized housing, though that is where he has ended up. He is not the kind of person who hatches a scheme to commit convenience-check fraud, together with neighbors he considers lowlifes, until he finds himself stealing his banker’s trash.</i></p><p><i>Who is Tom Lowe, and who will he become? Can he find a way to reunite hands and heart, mind and spirit, to be once again a giver and not just a taker, to forge a self-acceptance deeper than pride?</i></p></blockquote><p></p><p>The eldest child, Katie, has been on a fictional other worlds journey. For her: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Fourth-Wing-Empyrean-Rebecca-Yarros/dp/1649374046/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2QFSRQSUPF96M&keywords=fourth+wing&qid=1703188799&sprefix=fourth+wo%2Caps%2C130&sr=8-1" target="_blank">"Fourth Wing" by Rebecca Yarros</a>.</p><p></p><blockquote><p><i>Enter the brutal and elite world of a war college for dragon riders from New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Yarros</i></p><p><i>Twenty-year-old Violet Sorrengail was supposed to enter the Scribe Quadrant, living a quiet life among books and history. Now, the commanding general―also known as her tough-as-talons mother―has ordered Violet to join the hundreds of candidates striving to become the elite of Navarre: dragon riders.</i></p><p><i>But when you’re smaller than everyone else and your body is brittle, death is only a heartbeat away...because dragons don’t bond to “fragile” humans. They incinerate them.</i></p><p><i>With fewer dragons willing to bond than cadets, most would kill Violet to better their own chances of success. The rest would kill her just for being her mother’s daughter―like Xaden Riorson, the most powerful and ruthless wingleader in the Riders Quadrant.</i></p><p><i>She’ll need every edge her wits can give her just to see the next sunrise.</i></p><p><i>Yet, with every day that passes, the war outside grows more deadly, the kingdom's protective wards are failing, and the death toll continues to rise. Even worse, Violet begins to suspect leadership is hiding a terrible secret.</i></p><p><i>Friends, enemies, lovers. Everyone at Basgiath War College has an agenda―because once you enter, there are only two ways out: graduate or die.</i></p></blockquote><p></p><p>Her fiance, Kwinn, is another non-avid reader who has to be particularly targeted. For him: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Savior-Deadwood-James-Miller-Frontier/dp/1941813356/ref=sr_1_1?crid=4BJFXTHDNN0G&keywords=the+savior+of+deadwood&qid=1703189019&sprefix=the+savior+of+dead%2Caps%2C123&sr=8-1" target="_blank">"The Savior of Deadwood" by David Wolff</a>.</p><p><i></i></p><blockquote><p><i>Arriving in Deadwood just days after the death of Wild Bill Hickok in early August 1876, businessman James K. P. Miller found the months-old mining camp in turmoil. By the time of his own death in 1890, Miller had gained a reputation as the "savior of Deadwood" for his efforts to bring prosperity to the area.</i></p><p><i> Yet, while Deadwood denizens such as Hickok, Calamity Jane, and Seth Bullock became Western legends, Miller faded into obscurity. After fleeing his native New York in disgrace, Miller sought to redeem himself to his family and strike it rich in the West. Living under an assumed name in Montana Territory, Miller gained valuable experience in the grocery trade. He ventured to Deadwood soon after its founding in 1876, and, using his birth name, opened a successful grocery firm and exchange bank with a partner. The business endured a disastrous fire, a flood, and a series of dramatic economic ups and downs. </i></p><p><i>Eventually, Miller became the town's preeminent promoter and developer, advancing several large projects and persuading outside investors to join him. He even played a key role in convincing railroads to build in Deadwood, bringing a permanency that few would have predicted. Author David A. Wolff has pieced together the largely untold story of how Miller helped turn a rugged gold camp into a permanent settlement. The Savior of Deadwood follows Miller's career while granting fresh insight into the early history of one of the most legendary towns of the Wild West, highlighting how violence, relations between settlers and American Indians, economic changes, and political battles shaped the modern Black Hills."</i></p></blockquote><p><i></i></p><p>Read on peeps!</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-42953820914522247902023-12-22T20:21:00.000-04:002023-12-22T20:21:32.182-04:00The Haugen holiday newsletter<p> Welcome to the annual Haugen Holiday missive in which I give an electronic run-down of the parole status of the various Haugen hooligans. (You richies who mail your Christmas cards and own private jets really impress me given the <a href="https://www.cbsnews.com/news/usps-postage-rate-hike-january-2024-unprecedented/" target="_blank">USPS has proposed its fifth postage increase since 2021</a>.)</p><p>This past year in Haugenland was like most, a mixed bag of good and bad. Mom's husband Tom passed away just before Memorial Day in Missouri, so we navigated the whole death in the family thing and were fortunate to get her almost immediately into an assisted living center in Milbank, SD. She enjoys the newly-built facility as much as anyone can under the circumstances and has my sister and family nearby. She's had more visitors in the past six months from Canton and LeMars and sites in between than she ever had in Missouri, so that's good.</p><p>Nothing like the buzz kill of starting off a holiday newsletter with some death and destruction, eh? That's life. It ain't all Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce fairy tales. (Over-under on that fiasco is July 1 and I'm taking the under. You?) It seems when Aaron Rodgers "ruptured" his Achilles in Week 1, the NFL execs needed to find a new drama queen for the season, and since Joe Exotic was still in prison, they trotted out TayTay and Trav.</p><p>But we Haugens have our own young lovebirds. We call them Layla - Luke and Kayla. A year of wedded bliss under their belts, they continue to live in northern Virginia with Klaus, their German Shepherd. Kayla is food safety supervisor for the Wegman's supermarket chain (any of you remember the <a href="https://youtu.be/0QDKLglEP5Y?si=PyyR0pSwilbc41Ny" target="_blank">Safety Dance by Men Without Hats</a>? Another reason '80s music was the best.). Luke is still a catcher of bad guys and if you're a psycho creep doing dirty deeds you just might run into him or his buddies someday.</p><p>This summer Stetson and Rylee upgraded from their loft apartment to a house just a couple blocks from the University of Illinois campus. But enough about them. The star of that union, the one who puts the bubbly in Champaign, the "Noise" in Illinois and the "Grand" in grand-daughter is Josie Jayne. Coming up on 2 years old in a couple months, she's already been accepted to MIT and qualified for the 2044 Olympic games 400-meter run, but remains humble, which you kind of have to do until you're at least potty trained. She's a heck of a singer though and likes her kitty and dogs.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsCZm5iCu1UoJdQYL3fWQXJiO8v2QTo0LLQF2qxVxvlaS0iN3UABr8UdNxOg3eU1oh43e8kXKIWFiejfwBPkxWEEM4x972IDQPwdtToRxduwuzOWbc6KFRI9hDPOsk-ol2Z4I2e2QXAGzVrDhnkhdEbMDhLwtvX6K320DGUdGaz3xbjEdVnbPnkK7nBKW/s185/kirk.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="185" height="80" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsCZm5iCu1UoJdQYL3fWQXJiO8v2QTo0LLQF2qxVxvlaS0iN3UABr8UdNxOg3eU1oh43e8kXKIWFiejfwBPkxWEEM4x972IDQPwdtToRxduwuzOWbc6KFRI9hDPOsk-ol2Z4I2e2QXAGzVrDhnkhdEbMDhLwtvX6K320DGUdGaz3xbjEdVnbPnkK7nBKW/w71-h80/kirk.jpg" width="71" /></a></div>Our other son, Kirk, tore his Achilles last month and while we love him to death he's become kind of an anchor on our financial situation so it's likely we'll send him elsewhere this summer.<p></p><p>The eldest child, Katie, and her boy-toy, Kwinn, will be tying the knot this March in Florida in an exclusive beachside affair. She continues directing all things west of The River for our congressman; while Kwinn continues <a href="https://youtu.be/W9_W1iI3XYs" target="_blank">searching for the gold nugget of his dreams</a>.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQAwqf9UX3wnKcHILQ03oQpZtBPnAhL7N072h06_k8KvRuQx6T7W98v1itdGQSSgSpJ2dIQU1r__-ea50b7rVJedZ8zTs7uy_29EoXI0YMnJTk91neLsdsSqBmQgr45hl19HbwWqhr4uDT_FqDhlO0LDukcn0hJ6O-uCphCeZiZ2eD51NZNv1WoLiGsHH/s275/jack.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQAwqf9UX3wnKcHILQ03oQpZtBPnAhL7N072h06_k8KvRuQx6T7W98v1itdGQSSgSpJ2dIQU1r__-ea50b7rVJedZ8zTs7uy_29EoXI0YMnJTk91neLsdsSqBmQgr45hl19HbwWqhr4uDT_FqDhlO0LDukcn0hJ6O-uCphCeZiZ2eD51NZNv1WoLiGsHH/s1600/jack.jpg" width="275" /></a></div>As for Momma H, she's still working for the back-cracker. They have a new high-tech shock therapy machine she's trained on, so if you see me out and about drooling from the corner of my mouth more than usual, you'll know why. She also got a new knee this year - wore out the old one kicking me. And she saved her friend's life by giving her the Heimlich at lunch one day. Just the usual year for her.<p></p><p>Not much new with me. Still working for Senator Thune. It'll be 19 years in January, far breaking the record of my previous longest job tenure of 5. I'm also grudgingly facing down the big 6-0 in six months. Pretty much approaching the golden years with Dylan Thomas' words in mind: "Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Meaning? Stay out of my way.</p><p>As for the doggos, it was kind of a rough year for ol' Huckleberry, as he celebrated his 11th birthday with a few more aches and pains than usual. He continues to mostly ignore the new pup and has claimed my lap now that Stanley isn't around. Crazy Finn, the lab, isn't one of those guys who eases into the day, like me. He hits the ground running and doesn't stop until dark, but he keeps me somewhat fit.</p><div>And I'd like to throw out a special <i>gracias </i>to some friends who really made my year and kept me from going totally insane: Jeff & Jill, Steve & Dallas, Abby, Theiner, Carl and the Thursday night poker boys. Ya'll, with Cinnamon, Saphire and Sandee, kept a smile on my face, though I hide it well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, may your holiday season be safe, soul-filling and fun; and may the New Year bring you the courage to break your resolutions early! </div>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-69001945549767130372023-12-20T16:47:00.004-04:002023-12-21T15:29:33.564-04:00The latest scores<div>Here are my most recent reads - very average (as the Haugenometer score below them indicates). But a couple quotable quotes I enjoyed:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Big Bad City" by Ed McBain (1999)</div><div>6</div><div><br /></div><div>"The End of the Night" by John D. MacDonald (1960)</div><div>7</div><div>"Like most small-bore, pretentious men, Riker Owen shows the tendency to strike an emotional attitude and then, using that prejudice as a base, draw vast, unreasoned, philosophical conclusions."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Boone's Lick" by Larry McMurtry (2000)</div><div>7</div><div>"There was no sign of Ma, and no sign of our mules, either, but there was plenty of sign of Sheriff Baldy Stone, a short man who had grown very round in the course of his life."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Fuzz" by Ed McBain (1969)</div><div>6+</div><div>"Her face was spanking pink from the cold outside, and she exuded health and vitality even though she seemed quite upset by her husband's disappearance."</div><div><br /></div>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-12556246630851249672023-12-13T11:29:00.000-04:002023-12-13T11:29:35.634-04:00Meanwhile, in the world of rock n roll ...<p> This is a cool story: <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/591023913424680845/1255624663085124967#" target="_blank">Rock Gods Call Him When They Need a New Thunderbolt</a></p><p></p><blockquote><i>“He’s very enthusiastic,” Jagger said, “to the point of being too enthusiastic, sometimes.” At one of their earliest meetings, Jagger remembered, “I said, ‘Look, I can deal with this, but when you meet Ronnie and Keith, you have to dial it down a little bit.’”</i></blockquote><p></p><p>And there's this: <a href="https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2023/12/pussy-riot-on-the-run-from-vladimir-putin.html" target="_blank">Pussy Riot on the Run From Vladimir Putin</a></p><p></p><blockquote><p><i>“Have you seen our schedule?!” asks founding member Maria Alyokhina, huffing a strawberry kiwi vape, who also goes by Masha.</i></p><p><i>“There’s no time for poisoning!” says her bandmate Olga Borisova with a laugh.</i></p></blockquote><p></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-37647713279692022792023-12-12T15:51:00.000-04:002023-12-12T15:51:40.395-04:00I'm c'raven' more House of Usher<p> Wifey and I are about halfway through the Netflix series, <i>The Fall of the House of Usher</i>. My wife screams about three times per episode.</p><p>It's not going to be for everyone - gory, gruesome, scary, weird. But I have to say, it fits Edgar Allan Poe to a T.</p><p>While the <i>Fall of the House of Usher</i> was only a short story, readable in about an hour, the TV series is eight one-hour episodes. So there's not really much of a plot they are sticking to. I almost feel like they took the name Usher just so they could cash in on Poe's name.</p><p>Still, the writers very much stuck to the genre of Poe - macabre and spooky. I'm really enjoying it, mostly for that reason. Some of the names of the characters are cleverly pulled from Poe works, like Pym and Grampus. Probably something only nerdy English majors would notice.</p><p>My mind also wonders to weird places like: What would Poe's review of the series be? He was initially best known as a literary reviewer and one of the most critical. He would slice and dice people up with an acid tongue. I suspect he would do the same with this televised effort.</p><p>But I won't. I'm liking it.</p><p>Poe influenced many famous writers and is credited with inventing detective fiction. He literally invented an entire genre! That's crazy to me. </p><p>I'm 90 percent certain my next tattoo is going to be a raven. If this series ends on a high note, it may be sooner rather than later. It's got me jazzed about EAP. Hey, it's better than a Taylor Swift tattoo, right?</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-85912748996657931672023-12-07T00:39:00.002-04:002023-12-07T00:39:25.430-04:00Anonymous quote I ran across ...<p> "I'd rather be the oldest guy in the gym than the youngest guy in the nursing home."</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-22715419150452152442023-12-07T00:11:00.000-04:002023-12-07T00:11:52.983-04:00And, let's hear it for the girls<p> Xochitl Gonzalez wonders: What Did Hip-Hop Do to Women's Minds. <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2023/11/sean-combs-sexual-abuse-lawsuit-adult-survivors-act-ny/676069/?utm_source=feed" target="_blank">From The Atlantic:</a></p><p></p><blockquote><i>I’d heard these songs hundreds of times over the years, but that day—as a woman in her 30s making a playlist for a man who’d recently had a baby girl—I was suddenly hearing them anew. The volume seemed turned up for every mention of “hoes” and “bitches,” like someone had taken a sonic highlighter and run it over every verse about devious, promiscuous, and generally disposable women.</i></blockquote><p></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-51973528168499922252023-11-21T15:34:00.006-04:002023-11-21T15:34:56.475-04:00Boys not being boys<p> Jonathon Haidt is increasingly worried about boys. <a href="https://aibm.org/commentary/why-im-increasingly-worried-about-boys-too/" target="_blank">From American Institute for Boys and Men:</a></p><p></p><blockquote><i>Boys are in trouble. Many have withdrawn from the real world, where they could develop the skills needed to become competent, successful, and loving men. Instead, many have been lured into an ever more appealing virtual world in which desires for adventure and for sex can be satisfied, at least superficially, without doing anything that would prepare them for later success in work, love, and marriage.</i></blockquote><p></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-33846783233754104822023-11-11T09:00:00.001-04:002023-11-11T09:00:00.156-04:00Since we're talking music<p><a href="https://www.theringer.com/music/2023/11/7/23950039/taylor-swift-1989-taylors-versions-rerecorded-albums-eras-tour" target="_blank"> Let's talk about the greatest: Prince.</a></p><p>And his impact on that gal Travis Kelce is dating.</p><p>“Swift seems to have studied Prince and learned some invaluable lessons.”</p><div><br /></div><p><br /></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-15250586102430681782023-11-09T15:53:00.000-04:002023-11-09T15:53:52.191-04:00The Old Curiosity Bookshop<p> What wonders they hold as they vanish.</p><p><a href="https://www.commentary.org/articles/joseph-epstein/old-curiosity-bookshops-vanishing/" target="_blank">Read this, then go buy a book.</a></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-85316787681312099132023-11-08T00:16:00.001-04:002023-11-08T00:16:22.850-04:00From the bookshelf ...<p><b> What I'm reading: </b>An Ed McBain 1969 novel "Fuzz: An 87th Precinct Mystery". <a href="https://www.abebooks.com/servlet/BookDetailsPL?bi=31271046706" target="_blank">Only 95 bucks at AbeBooks</a>, but I got my paperback edition for $4 at my bookstore.</p><p><b>What I'm reading next:</b> The great Larry McMurtry's "Boone's Lick"</p><p>Just a reminder, you don't need to drop $28 on the newest 2023 release. You can go to a used book store and pick from volumes of great books from great prolific authors for $3-$4 each. The ones below from my most recent visit to my local used book store were written in 1957, 1960 and 1969.</p><p>Or, at least, mix it up a little. Give a new author a look AND check out the old masters too. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEHJdlVPLHMn-Z0bayWVv0reTgwQGmy6n7FpFGNqCQ4FIXu3rkvepXPOu5ujHltTJzvpdT_6wqAnV_PgZKeLxz7jfXZuFY2HqJw6KYSRWd3fc-LVx7oohHnv0kkc7DxYKTFDKYC7LDZCtvAO7tNelGuvWjwOlplYNKF8997LgFHUzvByAJLj7AOuzwCS1/s4032/3bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEHJdlVPLHMn-Z0bayWVv0reTgwQGmy6n7FpFGNqCQ4FIXu3rkvepXPOu5ujHltTJzvpdT_6wqAnV_PgZKeLxz7jfXZuFY2HqJw6KYSRWd3fc-LVx7oohHnv0kkc7DxYKTFDKYC7LDZCtvAO7tNelGuvWjwOlplYNKF8997LgFHUzvByAJLj7AOuzwCS1/s320/3bl.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-52048436755649927762023-11-06T16:24:00.001-04:002023-11-09T15:53:21.299-04:00Chris or Jamey? Who ya paying to see? (UPDATED)<p> Chris Stapleton is coming to my neck of the woods for a concert this spring. I'm not trying to be contrarian here, but I haven't bought in (especially at 200 bucks a ticket) to all the hype. For my money and my Alexa time, I prefer Jamey Johnson.</p><p>They both have interesting back-stories, song-writing backgrounds and paid their dues to become stars. Stapleton is the hotter commodity right now, but outside of "Tennessee Whiskey" there's not a lot there for me. Lots of the same sound, same voice. While his CMA duet with Justin Timberlake was fun to watch, his song "Parachute" belongs in a middle-school play. </p><p>Stapleton seems like a really nice guy, a good man, and I'd rather listen to him than any of the Bro Country Justins and Jasons, but for as hot as his star is burning right now it's got to burn a lot longer and with a more diverse catalog of songs than just growly, sad blues. </p><p>Johnson, a former Marine, comes off the opposite to me. I'm guessing he's a nice guy, but seems grouchy and distant in the concerts I attended. He shut one down a couple songs early in Deadwood because a couple guys got into fisticuffs at the front of the stage. Come on, man, toughen up, don't be such a wimp. Think Waylon or George would've fled from the stage? I expected more from the "Somewhere between Jennings and Jones" singer.</p><p>Yet I find Johnson's voice better with a better range of songs. I had a friend tell me, when Johnson sings about the ups and downs in life you know he's been there.</p><p>Whichever you prefer, they're still in the 90-plus percentile of the rest of the performers out there. </p><p><br /></p><p><b>UPDATE</b>: <a href="https://www.gq.com/story/chris-stapleton-gq-hype" target="_blank">Here's a story singing Stapleton's praises</a>.</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-6238267030265017862023-10-19T15:46:00.002-04:002023-10-19T15:46:41.661-04:00Finished: Ryan Howard's '56 Days'<p> At first glance I thought <a href="https://www.amazon.com/56-Days-Catherine-Ryan-Howard/dp/B09TN5WWCV/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3E9E6TSUOR2JG&keywords=56+days+catherine+ryan+howard&qid=1697743908&sprefix=56+days%2Caps%2C115&sr=8-1" target="_blank">this book</a> was written by former Phillies player Ryan Howard but I guess not. It was good anyway. Nice job, Catherine Ryan Howard.</p><p>It does the flashbacky thing quite a bit, which I don't usually like, but the author made it work; and cleverly so in some instances where she replayed the same scene but from the viewpoint of the other main character. I hadn't run into that before. Kudos for making Haugen jealous he didn't come up with that idea.</p><p><i></i></p><blockquote><p><i>No one even knew they were together. Now one of them is dead.</i></p><p><i>56 DAYS AGO</i></p><p><i>Ciara and Oliver meet in a supermarket queue in Dublin and start dating the same week COVID-19 reaches Irish shores.</i></p><p><i>35 DAYS AGO</i></p><p><i>When lockdown threatens to keep them apart, Oliver suggests they move in together. Ciara sees a unique opportunity for a relationship to flourish without the scrutiny of family and friends. Oliver sees a chance to hide who -- and what -- he really is.</i></p><p><i>TODAY</i></p><p><i>Detectives arrive at Oliver's apartment to discover a decomposing body inside.</i></p><p><i>Can they determine what really happened, or has lockdown created an opportunity for someone to commit the perfect crime?</i></p></blockquote><p><i></i></p><p>The book starts just before the COVID pandemic hit in Ireland and then continues as they went into lockdown. I was skeptical I was going to like that too, but Ryan Howard did a good job. She was on point with how the pandemic was handled early on, the confusion, the fear, and wasn't preachy about face masks and didn't get into the vaccine argument. Again, kudos for deftly handling that.</p><p>The best were the twists. Not just one, but two or three. They whapped me alongside the head like those tortilla challenges on Tik Tok. Impressive.</p><p>I'm feeling generous today and going to give it an 8- on the 10-point Haugenometer. That's pretty much in line with the 4.1 of 5 by the Amazonians. And I didn't bother to check those goofy Goodreaders.</p><p><br /></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-11788286947030072142023-10-03T05:00:00.001-04:002023-10-03T05:00:00.169-04:00Speaking of the ol' ball and chain ...<p> My celebrity crush has alway been <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Love_Hewitt" target="_blank">Jennifer Love Hewitt</a>. Her smile, her curves, her personality. If I had a hall pass it would be with her. (If my wife had one it would be Herb Dean, go figure.)</p><p>Anyway, it dawned on me a while back that I'm already married to JLH.</p><p>Tell me I'm wrong:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduHIJq8du7E_CYga-GR5BmBf-L_kMZsQND0-vbaw6ENxI_RlGos3hHtDxUj1IiYOfsCAap8tUMHt5iamgoA_IpyEr0CNm0jQ_MzhOEgbJCmN8C31_7GXywBIuzECrevpfXUyQJKU40opWf9BPweEwyOOzM2UGG49aPvSQIFuyVRcUJY7QGDYh1jbb333L/s1413/nn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduHIJq8du7E_CYga-GR5BmBf-L_kMZsQND0-vbaw6ENxI_RlGos3hHtDxUj1IiYOfsCAap8tUMHt5iamgoA_IpyEr0CNm0jQ_MzhOEgbJCmN8C31_7GXywBIuzECrevpfXUyQJKU40opWf9BPweEwyOOzM2UGG49aPvSQIFuyVRcUJY7QGDYh1jbb333L/s320/nn.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv99CrITBbpva-hMxEQ37gsgyp94eFh_kzDgCn8TAHjls3YTdS4V928yidgkQIyktXL3epGV4dWlgTZCS-xnNISjpA7dJjM6PNNNAFvQ3r2yUmKe6s0vnMVQCRl13TKi3wkdG-F6sDkGGXsZah1lODMH7llMF6V4koDhIEbjFJXsWYDQeq6jbi31R4NZ5m/s705/jn2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="705" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv99CrITBbpva-hMxEQ37gsgyp94eFh_kzDgCn8TAHjls3YTdS4V928yidgkQIyktXL3epGV4dWlgTZCS-xnNISjpA7dJjM6PNNNAFvQ3r2yUmKe6s0vnMVQCRl13TKi3wkdG-F6sDkGGXsZah1lODMH7llMF6V4koDhIEbjFJXsWYDQeq6jbi31R4NZ5m/w320-h279/jn2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p><br /></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-18835515834409967892023-10-01T03:00:00.002-04:002023-10-01T03:00:00.134-04:0035 years, uff da<p> Today is my 35th wedding anniversary. Kind of a big deal, mostly due to the fact that somebody has been married to ME for 35 years. I wrote kind of a long, sappy deal but wasn't happy with it so deleted it. In short:</p><p>Anyone who knows my wife knows she's special. Ya, every husband is supposed to say that, but everyone else agrees so I must be right, "as usual" (she'd say sarcastically). She cares more than the average person, laughs more, talks more, hugs more. As the doctor she works for says: "85 percent of the patients come to see me; 15 percent come just to see Nancy.)</p><p>Before I turn this into another long, sappy deal, just watch the video or read the lyrics below. Pretty much sums up my situation word for word. FYI, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Climax_Blues_Band" target="_blank">Climax Blues Band</a> is a sorely underappreciated group, as was their lead singer Colin Cooper.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Gd441E3SeVk" width="320" youtube-src-id="Gd441E3SeVk"></iframe></div><br /><p><i>When I was younger, man, I hadn't a care</i></p><p><i>Fooling around, hitting the town, growing my hair</i></p><p><i>You came along, and stole my heart when you entered my life</i></p><p><i>Ooh, babe, you got what it takes, so I made you my wife</i></p><p><i>Since then, I never looked back</i></p><p><i>It's almost like living a dream</i></p><p><i>And, ooh, I love you</i></p><p><i>You came along from far away, and found me here</i></p><p><i>I was playing around, feeling down, and hitting the beer</i></p><p><i>You picked me up from off the floor, and gave me a smile</i></p><p><i>You said, "You're much too young, your life ain't begun, let's walk for a while"</i></p><p><i>And as my head was spinning around</i></p><p><i>I gazed into your eyes</i></p><p><i>And thought, ooh, I want you</i></p><p><i>Thank you, babe, for being a friend, and shining your light in my life</i></p><p><i>'Cause, ooh, I need you</i></p><p><i>As my head was coming round, I gazed into your eyes</i></p><p><i>And thought, ooh, I want you</i></p><p><i>Thanks again for being my friend, and straightening out my life</i></p><p><i>'Cause, ooh, I need you</i></p><p><i>Since then, I never looked back, it's almost like living a dream</i></p><p><i>Ooh, I got you</i></p><p><i>If ever a man had it all, it would have to be me</i></p><p><i>And, ooh, I love you</i></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-54135029183570338752023-09-29T19:00:00.002-04:002023-09-29T19:00:00.148-04:00Finally, a responsible adult, kinda<p> It's usually not a big deal when somebody buys a new vehicle, but it kind of is in my household; as I'm the guy that buys one and drives it until a tow truck has to pull it from my driveway to the junk yard or I get pulled from it with the jaws of life. This stingy Norwegian gets his money's worth. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtF8qbikHnMdQqRC4TFE7USj7-L_FpqEhjibuCC2i3Wuxmxr8chP-7AqJd9sUsHDAL3CecHZVr5_XxUwO4oY7ETpeJn0Amf309rzMAm9g8mPHnh-fFXctsX9UhnB9w7NtbgDo9Vg-AQfZhTDty98sRGubdvEKoT00e0x69oxyHmiFqKSrd4S_cI4dcO6L/s640/f150.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtF8qbikHnMdQqRC4TFE7USj7-L_FpqEhjibuCC2i3Wuxmxr8chP-7AqJd9sUsHDAL3CecHZVr5_XxUwO4oY7ETpeJn0Amf309rzMAm9g8mPHnh-fFXctsX9UhnB9w7NtbgDo9Vg-AQfZhTDty98sRGubdvEKoT00e0x69oxyHmiFqKSrd4S_cI4dcO6L/w320-h231/f150.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>So it was a bit of a surprise to wifey and kids yesterday when I traded in two vehicles: my 2002 Dodge Ram clunker with 204,000 miles on it; and my cherry 2006 canary yellow Mustang convertible. </p><p>I traded it for a used 2017 Ford F-150 pickup, with low miles and all the bells and whistles.</p><p>To which my wife reacted: "This is much more responsible."</p><p>So, now, after 59 years of life and 35 of marriage I am finally responsible, in her eyes.</p><p>And she has a point. I've had three Mustangs, and they tend to go fast. Sometimes, you just gotta let the horses run, right? And sometimes when those kids in their RX-7s and Camaros pull up to the stop light next to you, it just might be more than the average old guy can resist to not maybe race them to the next light. But, I will say, in my five years with the latest Mustang, I never received a ticket while driving it.</p><p>Maybe I never exceeded the speed limit, or maybe I've gotten better at avoiding HiPo's. Only God knows. Well, actually I know too, but I'm not telling.</p><p>Another reason wifey is glad I don't have the Mustang, I suspect, is because I have an aversion to wearing seat belts. I know, I know. But if our most precious possessions, our children, don't have to wear them on school busses, why do I in my own car? (It's a column for another day and a frequent argument I have with a co-worker who, I guess, likes having me around.)</p><p>Little known secret: ever since a head-on highway collision in a Mustang when I was 21 (it wasn't my fault, the drunk guy came over the hill in my lane) I've envisioned that I will indeed die via car accident, probably flying through the windshield and in mid-air thinking: "I guess I should've worn my seatbelt".</p><p>Gosh, that was dark, Haugen.</p><p>Anyway, the latest Mustang had just kind of run its course with me. It's basically undriveable in the snow and the CD player didn't work - two important reasons for getting a new vehicle. Also, as a convertible, it was kind of a pain the butt, always making sure I wasn't leaving something on or under the seat when I parked somewhere. Like a gun, or a billfold, or a Prince CD.</p><p>So I've been looking. But the trucks I found that I liked where all white. Nothing wrong with white, but when you've owned silver, red and yellow Mustangs and a purple Miata, I've got a reputation to uphold. I didn't want to look like an electrician. Nothing against electricians, I just don't want to look like one. Shocking, huh? Get it, shocking?</p><p>When my dealer, who also takes my Skittles during our Thursday night poker games, told me he had just the baby coming in, I leaped. It's metallic silver. The CD player works. It's got some giddy-up and I traded the two cars to make some room in the driveway. The changing cars around to get out of the garage was becoming a pain in the rear.</p><p>Now the problem is the truck will barely fit in the garage. Looks like I'll be spending my weekend figuring that out. </p><p>But I like it and it gave me something to blog about, way too much as you probably agree.</p><p>Safe driving everyone!</p><p><br /></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-58638711670534673222023-09-21T23:27:00.002-04:002023-09-21T23:27:43.521-04:00In the game of life, be a Tom, not a Bill<p>You've probably seen the news where <a href="https://www.nationalreview.com/2023/09/john-fetterman-makes-the-u-s-senate-safe-for-disgraceful-slobs/" target="_blank">a U.S. Senator has led the charge</a> for it to be an even uglier place. They've dropped the dress code of suits and ties and now allow shorts and sweatshirts on the Senate floor. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-Cj6Dw2eE135x9Nu1cm2Wq-6EmMvDZUrjfX-A6Y5UHEEJFLph19H9WLpJNoj3AfPLFWbTRPzCNy46MERZFSXL_xF4DD9PUrzfMZcv2lthcONMwcwYRSloVyi6pi23gGWjc52UnW4WZn-3DU4C-0i-vjR2reWOTyqBV7QpC66PckJwW6Vsll0u0mnx2eR/s300/bill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-Cj6Dw2eE135x9Nu1cm2Wq-6EmMvDZUrjfX-A6Y5UHEEJFLph19H9WLpJNoj3AfPLFWbTRPzCNy46MERZFSXL_xF4DD9PUrzfMZcv2lthcONMwcwYRSloVyi6pi23gGWjc52UnW4WZn-3DU4C-0i-vjR2reWOTyqBV7QpC66PckJwW6Vsll0u0mnx2eR/s1600/bill.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p>While I won't harp on him (enough others have), when your crowning career achievement is to make the Senate an uglier place, you didn't have much of a career. Welcome to Walmart.</p><p>I'm with Mark Twain, of course, that clothes make the man. They don't have to be expensive or chic or trendy. But you dress appropriately for the occasion. </p><p>Oddly enough, one of the biggest changes and things I still grapple with after turning from Lutheran to Catholic 25 years ago is the dress code. At the country church I grew up attending, men wore suit coats and ties. And this church was surrounded by corn fields and attended by farmers who wore coveralls and wife-beater shirts Monday through Saturday. They recognized the significance of their venue, of whom they were honoring. They weren't feeding the cows.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsVxaLtz84RJsG1vvkKX2oPiPNy4H0CJKXtI7XBQqN3DZJf2ywsRLVm_ozq8ewbO59oi0Cv-SsTKOzz56COk5ogaz2_eFX-GXUac12BTIo99ABkWfZYnPlJfcBAZ0cEAGJssYlgBTZYEcJFNw6vRn-yYIrS-FIgpfihacpPAl0e8nTc5G5hPh3WxGYOo-/s318/landry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="318" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsVxaLtz84RJsG1vvkKX2oPiPNy4H0CJKXtI7XBQqN3DZJf2ywsRLVm_ozq8ewbO59oi0Cv-SsTKOzz56COk5ogaz2_eFX-GXUac12BTIo99ABkWfZYnPlJfcBAZ0cEAGJssYlgBTZYEcJFNw6vRn-yYIrS-FIgpfihacpPAl0e8nTc5G5hPh3WxGYOo-/s1600/landry.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><p>Catholics are much, much less attentive to that philosophy and it still bugs me. Blue jeans galore. T-shirts. But not me. You can take the boy out of the Lutheran church but not all the Lutheran out of the boy. You won't find me in blue jeans in church.</p><p>My son as a teen wanted to wear sandals one day to church. I told him: "Unless your name is Jesus, you don't wear sandals in church." I was a mean dad.</p><p>Don't get me wrong. I can dress like a slob. Catch me on the weekends and you'll see. Often times the same shirt a couple days in a row. Baseball cap, almost always. </p><p>But, elsewhere, I'm generally known for dressing spiffy. Rarely suit and tie, (those are just for special occasions), but I've got my own style. If I had to categorize it, I'd say it trends toward 1970s college professor hip. You know, turtle-necks, mock turtle necks, solid-colored button-down shirts, with sport coat, sweater or vest, sometimes even the always-classy sweater vest not just anybody can pull off.</p><p>I like to dress nice and for the occasion. I dress differently for a night in Deadwood than a night at boxing. But I have outfits for both. Fedoras for some, bucket hats for others. </p><p>Shoes too. Not quite an Imelda Marcos situation (Google it, kids) but getting close. </p><p>Am I judgey about how others dress? Yes. Sue me. I figure, if somebody doesn't care about an event they are attending, they don't care how they look at it. I've seen high-ranking government officials in ripped blue jeans at important events where I'm wearing a suit and tie; and I find it disrespectful. It tells me they are more interested in sending some kind of message (look at me, I'm cool) than sending a message to the people the event is honoring (I'm honored to be here and took a few extra minutes to dress nicely to show my respect). </p><p>And it's not like you have to spend a lot of money to look good. I'm still wearing coats and sport coats handed down from my dad. Goodwill has them too.</p><p>I remember a friend 30 years ago, lived a couple houses down from me. He didn't own a suit coat at the time, but he was going to a funeral. He stopped by the house and asked if he could borrow one of mine. I said sure. I respected the respect he was showing the deceased and his willingness to overcome any little bit of embarrassment to ask. </p><p>I'll quit my rant for now and send you young'ns to the Google machine again: In a world of Bill Belichicks, try being a Tom Landry.</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-88800394321982903952023-09-19T19:30:00.001-04:002023-09-19T19:30:00.143-04:00When the ban isn't really a ban ...<p> I'm against book bans, but let's not over-hype the problem. </p><p><a href="https://www.edweek.org/teaching-learning/opinion-dont-worry-about-book-bans/2023/09" target="_blank">Here are some interesting findings</a> from a couple researchers who looked into claims of censorship.</p><p><i></i></p><blockquote><i>As it turns out, almost three quarters of the books that PEN listed as banned were still available in school libraries in the same districts from which PEN claimed they had been banned.</i></blockquote><p></p><p>Let's not cry wolf. It doesn't help the cause.</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-89761835976825253242023-09-16T13:30:00.001-04:002023-09-16T13:30:51.153-04:00Finished: Robert B. Parker's 'Bye Bye Baby'<p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Robert-Parkers-Bye-Baby-Spenser/dp/0593328515" target="_blank"> This is a continuation</a> of the late RBP's Spenser series but written by Ace Atkins, chosen by Parker's estate to do so. This is Atkins' tenth and he does a really good job of keeping the characters and dialogue in sync with the original author. There are only subtle differences a long-time reader of the series would notice.</p><p><i></i></p><blockquote><p><i>Carolina Garcia-Ramirez is a rising star in national politics, taking on the establishment with her progressive agenda. Tough, outspoken, and driven, the young congresswoman has ignited a new conversation in Boston about race, poverty, health care, and the environment. Now facing her second campaign, she finds herself not only fighting a tight primary with an old guard challenger but also contending with numerous death threats coming from hundreds of suspects.</i></p><p><i>When her chief of staff reaches out to Spenser for security and help finding the culprits of what he believes to be the most credible threats, Garcia-Ramirez is less than thrilled. Since her first grassroots run, she’s used to the antipathy and intimidation women of color often face when seeking power. To her, it’s all noise. But it turns out an FBI agent disagrees, warning Spenser that Garcia-Ramirez might be in real danger this time.</i></p></blockquote><p><i></i></p><p>Some of the clever, thought-provoking lines I marked-up, as I tend to do, include:</p><p>"With age comes wisdom, but for some age comes alone."</p><p>"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me." (He likes to drop Shakespeare quotes on occasion.)</p><p>And, a reporter explaining why he doesn't read the comments posted below stories he's written:</p><p>"Sometimes people get up in the morning, take a shower, grab a cup of coffee, and head to an office. Other people get up out of their cages and start screwing with people. You know what? I think most of them are just lonely and sad."</p><p>Amazonians give it a 4.4 of 5; Goodreaders a 4.1; and the Haugenometer a 7 of 10.</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-34111338786421074412023-09-15T19:17:00.001-04:002023-09-15T19:17:58.528-04:00How ya doin'?<p> Some time ago, albeit gradually, I started taking the "How ya doin'?" greeting more literally.</p><p>I know it's basically a perfunctory greeting. To which you're supposed to respond: "Fine. How are you?" Most people don't really want to know how I am. They don't have any real concern for my well being. Sure, they usually don't want me dead or injured, but they don't really care if I'm having a good day or not. They don't want the details. They just want to move on to the business at hand.</p><p>Most days I'm doing great and respond as such.</p><p>But other days I'm not. And I have to admit it's kind of fun to make some people uncomfortable by responding with the truth.</p><p>"Oh, so-so. The dog puked on the carpet first thing this morning, then I got a speeding ticket going to work and my wife is mad because I forgot to take the garbage out. But, the day is young."</p><p>Or to my "How ya doin'?" they respond: "So far, so good."</p><p>Then I remind them of the story in <i>Magnificent Seven</i> (the first movie, not the lame remake) about the guy falling out of the seven-story building and at every floor below they heard him say: "So far, so good." They look at me like I'm a nut, which I'm fine with (never end a sentence with a preposition).</p><p>But, really, most days my head has a three-ring circus going on inside it. There's the clowns in one ring, the acrobats hanging on by their fingernails in the center ring, and the lions eating the lion-tamer in the third ring. And I like to make people aware that I'm not always okay.</p><p>If for no other reason, it's that I suspect most other people are not always okay either, and it might give them a little relief to know they are not alone. Everybody has crap going on in their life. If they say they don't then they are liars.</p><p>Now I'm not into over-sharing the details. But often times, my response leads to an actual conversation about things that are going on in their life and they want to know a few more details of mine.</p><p>It actually works out pretty well that way.</p><p>If people don't like that, then maybe they should try a different greeting, like: "Hello."</p><p><br /></p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591023913424680845.post-70633519880114443822023-09-01T12:14:00.000-04:002023-09-01T12:14:10.271-04:00More on 'Miami Purity' and "what is noir?"<p> Polly Stewart discusses one of my all-time favorite books, "Miami Purity," with another crime writer, Alex Segura. <a href="https://crimereads.com/backlist-miami-purity-alex-segura-vicki-hendricks/" target="_blank">Very interesting. I really like his definition of "noir."</a></p><p></p><blockquote><p><i>It’s where a character is painted into a corner by their own design, like their own mistakes or choices have put them in an impossible situation. And it’s usually relating to some kind of primal urge. It’s not like a plan that goes awry; it’s that they’ve made a mistake based on lust or greed or vengeance. They’ve chosen poorly, and now must pay the consequences. And that’s the story.</i></p><p><i>And the thing about noir is that there’s never a tidy resolution. You don’t get the happy ending where they kind of ride off into the sunset; it’s usually pretty bad. Miami Purity is very much a noir, a neo-noir, in that bad things happen to people because they make bad choices. And I find those kinds of stories fascinating because it feels like real life, where few things are tidy, and few things are resolved easily.</i></p></blockquote><p></p><p>"They’ve chosen poorly, and now must pay the consequences." I like that.</p>Mark Haugenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380347988193001507noreply@blogger.com0