This must explain why I love ketchup so much. I wish my mother was still here to verify it.
I forgot to mention that our visit to the Boston Museum Of Fine Arts last week would not have been complete without re-connecting with Degas' little dancer.
Today was the first Sunday of the first full weekend of the month, so that meant free admission to the Museum Of Fine Arts, courtesy of our BankAmericard. Thank you once again, Bank Of America.
I'm just going to leave photos here of some things that drew me to them. It was very special to see such beauty that had survived from the 15th and 16th centuries.
And yes, Botticelli's "Venus" was indeed part of the exhibit, and for many of those present, it seemed to be the primary focus. And it certainly was powerful to see the original painting in person.
But my eyes drifted to other works that were less known or unknown to me, that engaged me immediately
There was a young man with a man-bun looking at this painting while I was taking the photo. I resisted the temptation to ask him if this might have been the inspiration for his choice of hairstyle.
By Danny Coleman for the "Old Images of Philadelphia" page on Facebook
What's in a name.... The Philadelphia Blue Jays???Hold on to your hats this is a doozy...In 1942 the "Phillies" officially changed their name to "Phils". In 1943 lumber baron William Cox bought the team and changed it back to "Phillies". He was only able to buy the team because Commissioner Kenesaw Mountain Landis blocked Bill Veeck's attempt to buy the team and load it with players from the Negro League. That being said under Cox's ownership he devoted the resources to fund a real team with an actual farm system as the Phillies finished last perennially. They finally were "out of the basement ". But.... the owner, Cox, was caught betting on the team and subsequently was banned from baseball. The Carpenter family then bought the team and tried to clean up the image by subtlety naming it the "Blue Jays". The name did not take but the farm system did and yielded Robin Roberts, Richie Ashburn and the 1950 National League Champion Whiz Kids!!! Yes it's ironic the "Phillies" lost to the "Blue Jays" in the 1993 World Series.
An Amazon Books store opened on the North Shore, and I wanted to see how a store without visible pricing could possibly hope to succeed. With my background in bookselling and retail, and as an Amazon Prime member, I was especially interested in learning about how in-store transactions got processed and whether or not that elusive thing known as "Customer Service" would be present.
And I made a commitment to myself not to purchase any books there, since I'm on a personal campaign to jettison those of my existing books that I no longer read or care about but have some market value left (to family for free, or to other readers for as much money as possible on eBay). Books I purchase these days are either ebooks, or Audible books.
So how did it go?
Well, it's a gorgeous store, in the way that I think Apple stores are gorgeous. It doesn't look like an Apple Store, but it does have that same clean, open, thought-through look and feel to it. It's comfortable and it looks like a bookstore.
About a quarter of the store is devoted to Amazon electronics, which allows the customer to interact with Kindle and Alexa hands-on instead of online. Online shopping is a wonderful thing, but you can't see and touch (and interact) with things like you can in a brick-and-mortar store. So in that regard, Amazon Books is a showroom - and it is especially a Prime showroom.
And if you're saying "well I like shopping online because I like to read the comments" all you have to do is open the Amazon app on your smartphone, scan the item, and read the comments. Alternatively, you can take the item you're interested in to one of the scanning stations in the store.
All in all, I was impressed. I didn't ask Alexa any questions, but despite my best intentions, I did buy a book.
Early this morning, runners prepare to board busses in Boston for the trip to the Boston Marathon starting line in Hopkinton.
From an article about Bill O'Reilly by Jim Rutenberg in The New York Times:
It's getting to be shorts weather again.
What do you think - yes or no for cargo shorts?
I've been surprised these past few months at how much of my non-music listening time (I listen to music on Apple Music and Prime Music), which had previously been spent listening to streaming radio is now almost exclusively spent listening to podcasts. There are so many good podcasts available now, on a wide range of subjects (and of course many more bad ones) that the average person can't possibly have the time to keep up.
There appears to be a sea change in listening habits happening right now, and I don't see much being written about it. I'll have more to say about this later, with a list of podcasts I listen to regularly.
I don’t know about you, but I love the natural sights and sounds of a baseball game, or any sporting event, whether I’m watching a game in person at Fenway or on television, or listening to the radio broadcast. But over the past few seasons, I haven’t been able to hear those sounds very well.
No, I’m not losing my hearing. Well, not too much anyway, and certainly not enough that I can’t hear the sounds of the game. I’m focusing on baseball in particular here because I just don’t go to football or hockey games anymore. But what I hear while watching these sports on television or listening to them on radio is the constant loud thrum of “stadium effects” as they are called, which is simply a euphemism for loud music and sound effects that kick in with every stoppage in play, and are especially annoying (I’m told) to the paying customers in the stadium or arena where the game is being played. While television watchers are watching commercials, fans at the live venue are bombarded by music and other sounds so loud that they render normal conversation next to impossible.
I would love to know from someone in the “stadium effects” business what this constant aural assault is intended to accomplish, and more important, what fans think about it. I’m sure part of it is generational, and it does seem to maintain the normal state of hyperactivity in the little kids I see dancing and moving around in their seats, compensating for the temporary unavailability of their electronic devices.
Yeah, I know. Don’t say it. I’ll say it for you:
My personal website is going to be two years old next month. I created a nice-looking but clunky place to live because I didn't know what I didn't know. This is why it's always wise to get a good real estate agent when you buy or sell a house, and if you're building a house, you should always have an architect who understands your needs and your budget. I didn't have this support system when I built my personal website, so I pretty much made it up as I went along.
Thus far, it has served me well as a platform on which to write and from which to share that writing with my Facebook and Twitter friends and followers. However, my posts have been scattered among the different pages on my website. And having a fixed "landing page" turned out to be not such a good idea for those who found me with www.fredcharris.com.
So from now on, the Blog page will be the landing page for my website. It will be easy to see and to visit other pages from there, and my Blog will become a true blog, containing whatever I'm interested in at that particular moment - whether that be coffee, music, baseball, or anything else. And I will have ownership of my own material.
Oh - and one final thing: I would appreciate feedback on leaving comments about my posts in the Comments area of the website. If that is difficult to do or presents a problem, please let me know.
Stuff like this just drives me crazy. In what universe are Super Bowl championships and MVP awards equivalent? Next, we'll see Tom Brady versus the entire Manning family.
It looks like Wegmans will set a new one-day record for wine sales today.