HEY MOM, HE’S AT IT AGAIN

SELF PROMOTION IS NOT ALL THAT IT IS CRACKED UP TO BE!

For example; I have been trying to promote a book right here in the body of this post.

But no — all I can do is to post the link.

So now you have to click on the link below.

ASIN: B0B4C3BFBL

Then purchase it.

Read it.

And recommend it to others.

Better yet — recommend it to your book club so others will have to purchase it.

Thank you.

VERDANT PALACES

How lucky can a man get?

Here I sit, watching a cold western wind, clashing with an eastern heat wave. The weather people tell me to run and hide.

I choose to do no such thing.

Instead, I will torture you with another self-promotion.

They say you can lead something to somewhere to drink. I hope that is true, because all I can do is tempt you with the following information.

This link is for those who reside or purchase their books in the USA.

VERDANT PALACES: A Classical Love Story in the Adirondacks Based on William Henry Hudson’s 1904 Masterpiece: Tomosky, Waldo, Hudson, William Henry: 9798449729712: Amazon.com: Books

Now this link is a bit different. It is for those who purchase their books in Australia

VERDANT PALACES: A Classical Love Story in the Adirondacks Based on William Henry Hudson’s 1904 Masterpiece : Tomosky, Waldo, Hudson, William Henry: Amazon.com.au: Books

In either case; ENJOY!

DEATH

This book is straight forward. It tells about life and death; pleasant and unpleasant.

There are bare-faced truths and hidden truths.

It is your responsibility to seek them out.

It speaks of all incidents of life – – and death and pain – – of both kinds.

You will not forget the word-pictures of life’s other side.

BUY IT NOW

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Philosophical, truth

OK Folks – here it is. The big story of course. And what a story it is.

No more dog food on my dinner table. I will be LIVING BIG on the royalties that I earn on this one.

But, of course, I will need your help.

“How?” you ask.

Simply by reviewing the book mentioned above and, in the link below. You should have no trouble reading the first several pages by clicking on the ICON that says “LOOK INSIDE”. If you don’t like the book, then what more could I ask of you?

However, it you do like, purchase it. That will mean my diet of dog food will be replaced by the proverbial five fruits, five vegetables, and I hope, some protein (other than that shown on the label of the dog food can).

Thank you for your understanding.

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CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUY? HE IS SELF PROMOTING AGAIN. Sheeeesh!

Yeseree Bob, here is the best offer you are going to get today. Just pick a book, pay for it and then you can get on with your life.  

Amazon.com <—– CLICK HERE TO TALK TO THE NICE SALESMAN

Egalitarianism, Utopianism and Other Such Nonsense

This, that, - - - and the other thing

To profess an ideal of perfect equality or harmony is nonsensical.

Likewise so is professing an ideal of perfect free trade or pure capitalism.

Ideals are perfect goals. They will never be reached. They are simply an idea that must be perfected through trial and error. It is all in the ‘doing’ of the ideal, not in the ‘end result.’

Even scientists and mathematicians realize that by ‘approximating’ a formula and then ‘approximating’ it again and again will they ever approach the truth. That is the truth in science. That also is the truth of humanity. There is no end to discovery. It is all approximation. We believe that we can jump to the end but there is no end; we just discover another path ‘towards’ the end.

Those who preach that egalitarianism, utopianism, or pure free trade can be reached in one generation only fool themselves while they are trying…

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Adirondack Images and Tales Slideshow

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Adirondack Guide, Adirondacks, Blue Mountain Lake, Forest Pictures of the Adirondacks, History

Here are the people you have met, the places you have been and the books you have read while visiting Thomas Tahauwus in his cabin. Thomas thanks all of you for keeping him company and hopes that you have enjoyed hearing about his experiences in the Adirondack Mountains

 

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The Land of Akbar; Post #1 (an introduction)

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I must thank two uncertainties for the discovery of Akbar[1]; an echo and a philosophical dictionary.

The echo disturbs anyone who finds himself in a specific ancient dusty great-room which has the odor of yellowing print material. This great-room is located in the once grand summer lodge of Aiden Lair. Aiden Lair may be found with great difficulty (if at all) in the depths of the Adirondack Mountains. The    philosophical dictionary was possibly labeledThe Dictionnaire Philosophique, Voltaire, 1764. Itwas a literal but anachronistic reprint of the Philosophical Dictionary, Stanford, 1995. The event that I am about to describe to you took place a half century ago – therefore you must forgive my memory – for the ‘possibly labeled’ comment.

Ernest Hemingwayinvited me to an evening meal of trout and venison that he had prepared over a wood fire. He had gathered the wood from…

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HARMONY

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Remember when we were looking at the Starucca Viaduct; that manmade wonder of the world?

The small town of Harmony is a short walk from the viaduct.

When discussing the viaduct I mentioned Joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon religion. There is a lot of common information about Joseph Smith in Palmyra, New York and Ohio and Missouri and his followers in Utah.

HOWEVER – – –

There is little common knowledge about his life in Harmony, Pennsylvania.

Oh – – – I don’t mean that the Mormons have little knowledge about their leader when he was in Harmony. What I mean is that most of us non-Mormons know little about this part of his life.

Like in Ohio and Missouri, Josesph Smith was under scrutiny and attack, jailed and not understood.

For example, here is some second hand and very aged information from a Christian minister.

The good reverend Peck…

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PAINTED FACES – PAINTED MEN

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I was out for a nice stroll in the neighborhood. We have no sidewalks here. Everyone walks in the road. I have no idea why. The neighborhood is almost sixty years old and they never bothered putting in sidewalks. Now, as you can imagine, the town has rules. First of all they claim to own or control the first eight feet of everyone’s lot; both front and side. They also have a rule that there can be no fences on that eight foot section between what I own and the curb; the sidewalk-less section in case I had to remind you.

But all that information is for naught. It has nothing to do with what I am about to tell you.

As I was walking – – – it was in the evening – – – I heard someone talking to me. Or so I thought. But why was he…

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