Monday, June 10, 2024

Avid readers take on Emma Jameson books

I finished & very much enjoyed the Dr Bones series - so far. There are supposed to be more. 

I like Emma Jameson at a time when trust for a new author does not come easy because I don't want to be bruised emotionally by a book. There's enough of that in real life.

Now I am going to try the first book from Jameson's - Jem Jago Mystery series. 

Dr. Benjamin Bones Mysteries

Bones in the Blackout / Bones at the Manor House / Bones Takes a Holiday / Bones Buried Deep

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Lord & Lady Hetheridge cozy mystery series

Ice Blue / Blue Murder / Something Blue / Black & Blue / Blue Blooded / Blue Christmas Untrue Blue / (London Blue)

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In partnership with Bookouture, Ms. James writes the Jem Jago Mystery Series

A Death at Seascape HouseA Death at Candlewick Castle / A Death at Silversmith Bay / A Death at Neptune Cove / A Death at Bay View Hotel

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Imagine Dragons - Bones

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Tom Robbins gave me multiple wordgasms

Some words definitely give me a mini orgasm because of their meaning or how it sounds to say them.

Recently I am rereading Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins & I discovered the word 'mephitic'. I love when books have words that are new to me that I can look up then or save to look up later. Not sure how I missed this word the previous times I read this book but I have it now. Delightful!

Mephitic means "noxious stench from atmospheric pollution" according to google search. In this case Robbins is referring to smells that stick to the walls of old apartments through "generations of salmon cakes frying and broccoli boiling".

What a useful word. And it rolls off the tongue.

Undine means mythological figure of European tradition, "a water nymph who becomes human when she falls in love with a man but is doomed to die if he is unfaithful to her" according to google search.

Shillelagh means a wooden walking stick or club usually made from a Blackthorn branch with a knot or knob on top often associated with Ireland or Irish folklore. Mr Robbins, of course, uses it to indicate a penis ready to perform it's intended duty.

Plangent means deep, low expression of sadness - sad wretched melancholy

Lambent means playing lightly on or over a surface - light sparkling humor

While 5 wordgasms is sufficient to make one sleep like the dead for several days - Mr Robbins is relentless in his hedonistic pursuits & has given me orgasms of a different nature (though none physical) to be discussed in another blogpost.

The Police - De Doo Doo Do - a song about the importance of words

Sunday, April 28, 2024


 I watched this lovely youtube video 

Thursday, April 18, 2024


 Tonight Liz & I dilly-dallied at the Dali Museum in St Petersburg, FL. There was an exhibition that featured the usual Dali works that stay at the museum with the addition of 22 visiting paintings of famous impressionists.

Rocky Crags at L'Estaque by Pierre-August Renoir

Antibes (Afternoon Effect) by Claude Monet

Vase of Flowers by Henry Matisse 

I love this quote by Manet.

View of Portdogue Port Alguer 1920 by Salvadore Dalit


The museum itself reflects the bizarre, whimsical nature of Salvador Dali himself.

I asked the lobster phone: when did Dali move from impressionism to surrealism & AI acting as Salvador answered:

"The metamorphosis from impressionism to surrealism was not merely a shift but a lavish eruption from my subconscious mind around the 1920's. It was akin to awakening in a dream draped in the vivid tapestry of the unreal."

We ventured into the gift shop and bought this card featuring a Dali painting that they have in the museum's permanent collection:

It came in this bag:

I used the bag to prove that I am a goof:


When we got home this one was not happy:

This song is dedicated to poor neglected Cooper:

Miss You by The Rolling Stones

Sunday, April 14, 2024

Self Knowledge Happens

 Sometimes I think I want Johnny Depp. Then I realize I really just want Roux from Chocolat.

Sometimes I fancy Ncuti Gatwa. Then I realize what I really want is to watch him dance with his kilt on as Dr Who.

Sometimes I adore Matthew Goode. Then I realize I want the sexual tension & banter with Declan in Leap Year. For about ten minutes. After that it would probably be annoying.

At 66 what I really want is personal space. And not to have to please a man / mate. And all my memories of men past. And intelligent conversations about interesting people, places and things. 

And maybe - just maybe - a fun, safe, flirtation free of drama. Maybe. 

I think I might have found the theme song for my life. Miranda Lambert's Bluebird.

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Poem: Some Things That Are True

Some Things That Are True

Wise ones preach “write words each day”

I’m inclined to listen to what they say

Words bleed from my fingertips; poetry

Or come hard, slow, like good sex; story

Today I determine to entertain the paper

Without using tired, stock plots, a raper

Women, children, first abused then rescued

It makes them stronger or so it’s been argued


Fuck that. I was strong at birth.


I write because no one else will listen

Except the white square, it pays attention

When I press the keys and letters appear

And I tell the tales you don’t often hear


No overused plot, busting up drug rings

Badass men or women with guns and things

Same backstory about their addicted family

Kids went to school dirty, smelly and hungry


Fuck that. Killing kingpins hasn’t solved the problem.


I inhale thoughts and exhale dialog

Mine my anecdotes to clear the fog

Throw energetic verbs at lazy nouns

Read aloud to hear how it sounds


Stop trying to shove me in your boxes

I run with wolves not with foxes

Life doesn’t have to be mean or bitter

Books don’t have to bruise the reader


Fuck that. I’ll make a cup of tea. I’ll write a laugh; write kind people; write a world we want to live in.


Judith Jennings 3/13/24

This is DWTS Mark Ballas and Lindsey Stirling version of the Paso Doble
Stirling wrote and played the music they danced to

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

About "Haroun and the Sea of Stories" by Salman Rushdie

 It was pure, unexpected, good luck that I chanced upon a book on CD written by Salman Rushdie, read by Salman Rushdie, in a library in Paducah, Kentucky. My experience of Kentucky outside Lexington or Louisville was that xenophobia was rampant so the library offering a book with such a foreign source of origin was a shock.

The book was "Haroun and the Sea of Stories". I started listening to the book in the car on the way home. It was my plan to listen whenever I drove anywhere. Sometimes things don’t go as planned. This was one of those times. 

The story and the narration were so compelling. I didn’t go home. I veered away at the last minute and went to the lake. I called home and made excuses so I could spend the next five hours listening to the book. I had water. There was a bathroom. I could take walk breaks. Why not?

Haroun Khalifa is the protagonist. He’s a young boy and he starts out believing that stories that aren’t true are useless. Which is sad because telling stories is what his father Rashid does for a living. And even sadder is the fact that Rashid’s storytelling ability is failing him.

Life is further complicated because Haroun’s mother Soraya has left him and his father for their neighbor, Mr. Sengupta. Rashid and Haroun board a yacht captained by Mr. Butt who is taking them to the Land Of K to tell stories for the campaign of a politician named Snooty Buttoo.

Haroun cannot sleep so he is awake when the yacht is boarded by a water genie named Iff whose job is to take away Rashid’s imagination. Haroun demands to speak with Iff’s supervisor, the Walrus in an effort to save his father’s gift.

Haroun and Iff’s journey through the Sea Of Stories is interrupted when they are captured by the antagonist Khattam-Shud who is determined to put an end to stories.

***Slightly off topic – does this sound familiar to anyone? Are there villains today trying to stop the telling of stories that, though true, reveal their villainous natures?***

Many things happen including magical details of Salman Rushdie’s writing that are delightful. P2C2E for example is Processes Too Complicated Too Explain which is a phrase used several times when Iff and the Walrus cannot make Haroun understand something.

Haroun and company, joined by the hero, Mali the story gardener, are investigating the Old Zone when Khattam-Shud kidnaps them. They learn that Khattam-Shud plans on plugging the Story Source at the bottom of the Sea. That source is the origin of all stories ever communicated. Mali manages to destroy the machines being used to poison the sea. Haroun diverts the giant plug meant to seal the source.

The Walrus promises Haroun a happy ending for his own personal story while Khattam-Shud is crushed under a huge statue of himself that he had commissioned.

When Rashid and Haroun return home, their city has been released from the state of misery it was in and Soraya has returned home.

Most of the plot takes place on the fictional Moon Kahani which consists of a massive ocean composed of an infinite number of stories. Each current or stream is a piece of story and Rushdie shows clearly how the pieces connect in different ways to create unique stories.   

It should come as no surprise that Salman Rushdie can write a powerful tale in the genre of magical realism. His personal magic is legendary. While loneliness and the longing for companionship are a modern-day plague, Rushdie in real life meets and marries his wife even while living in hiding because Iran’s supreme leader, Khomeni has issued a fatwa calling for his death.

Rushdie’s genius is recognized with many accolades. He was knighted in 2007 for services to literature. At the same time religious extremists hate him because of his fourth novel, The Satanic Verses. He was stabbed and almost died during a speaking engagement in New York in 2022.

I only wish that this man who wrote the book which so thoroughly consumed and entertained me was writing real life today. I would embrace a happy ending. I would revel in the justice of leaders destroyed by the weight of their own oppressive, self-glorifying actions. And the victory of the restored freedom to tell any story over the attempts to squash those stories that don’t serve certain factions of humanity, would put a smile on my face everyday for months, years, decades even.

If only…

Imagine by the late, great John Lennon