8/16/13
I'M BACKFLOATING IN 12 FEET OF WATER FOR THE NEXT COUPLE WEEKS...
Enjoy reading some of my past posts! I've enjoyed writing them! Christine
8/13/13
DAN BROWN'S INFERNO ; THE GOOD AND BAD OF A BEST SELLER
DAN BROWN'S INFERNO ; THE GOOD AND BAD OF A BEST SELLER
BOOK REVIEW by CHRISTINE TRZYNA
Since it's already on the best seller list and been reviewed countless times why am I bothering to add my voice? OK, like Steven King has become, Brown is the multi-genre genius. A spy thriller, a fast chase movie, futuristic novel, a love story kinda, set in foreign travel, art history, cutting edge biology and medicine, a who-done-it mystery, and did I mention literary?
Here's an example of the time old trick of letting literature refer to literature that is considered literary to make your book more literary.
Page 82 - Professor Langdon speaking
"As you are no doubt aware, Dante* is best known for his monumental literary masterpiece - The Divine Comedy - a brutally vivid account of the author's descent into hell, passage through purgatory, and eventually ascent into paradise to commune with God. By modern standards, The Divine Comedy has nothing comedic about it. It;'s called a comedy for another reason entirely. In the fourteenth century, Italian literature was, by requirement, divided into two categories: tragedy, representing high literature, was written in formal Italian; comedy, representing low literature, was written in the vernacular and geared toward the general population."
"As you are no doubt aware, Dante* is best known for his monumental literary masterpiece - The Divine Comedy - a brutally vivid account of the author's descent into hell, passage through purgatory, and eventually ascent into paradise to commune with God. By modern standards, The Divine Comedy has nothing comedic about it. It;'s called a comedy for another reason entirely. In the fourteenth century, Italian literature was, by requirement, divided into two categories: tragedy, representing high literature, was written in formal Italian; comedy, representing low literature, was written in the vernacular and geared toward the general population."
And so we readers are in the classroom being lectured.
Or this, on age 215, Professor Langdon speaking again.
"In ancient mythology," Langdon offered, "a hero in denial is the ultimate manifestation of hubris and pride. No man is more prideful that he who believes himself immune to the dangers of the world. Dante clearly agreed, denouncing pride as the worst of the seven deadly sins... and punished the prideful in the deepest ring of the inferno."
This book is populated by characters, male and female, who are geniuses and have much to teach, and maybe that's what was bothering me. All that genius, and the only dummy in the story is the reader. All that lecturing, even during breaks in the chase, which, by the way tired me out. I couldn't believe that the aging Langdon, a bookish fellow, could even run so fast or so long. Even James Bond hopped into fast cars to get places pronto. The endless detailed descriptions of architecture and landscape also had the effect of stalling the action. Looking at the book as one in a series about Langdon, I'm frustrated because he keeps repressing his interest in females. No, I don't want Brown to add erotica to his novels as yet another genre, but if Langdon had a real romance once in a few books maybe he'd have more dimension to his character.
There's just no place for an everyman in his work. No place with all the intellectualism for a deep feeling. Inferno is a story to be witnessed but not participated in. It's too high, too mighty, to allow the reader of a mystery one pleasure, the chance to figure a few things out before the characters do!
*(Ct notes Dante Alighieri)
C 2013 Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights
"In ancient mythology," Langdon offered, "a hero in denial is the ultimate manifestation of hubris and pride. No man is more prideful that he who believes himself immune to the dangers of the world. Dante clearly agreed, denouncing pride as the worst of the seven deadly sins... and punished the prideful in the deepest ring of the inferno."
This book is populated by characters, male and female, who are geniuses and have much to teach, and maybe that's what was bothering me. All that genius, and the only dummy in the story is the reader. All that lecturing, even during breaks in the chase, which, by the way tired me out. I couldn't believe that the aging Langdon, a bookish fellow, could even run so fast or so long. Even James Bond hopped into fast cars to get places pronto. The endless detailed descriptions of architecture and landscape also had the effect of stalling the action. Looking at the book as one in a series about Langdon, I'm frustrated because he keeps repressing his interest in females. No, I don't want Brown to add erotica to his novels as yet another genre, but if Langdon had a real romance once in a few books maybe he'd have more dimension to his character.
There's just no place for an everyman in his work. No place with all the intellectualism for a deep feeling. Inferno is a story to be witnessed but not participated in. It's too high, too mighty, to allow the reader of a mystery one pleasure, the chance to figure a few things out before the characters do!
*(Ct notes Dante Alighieri)
C 2013 Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights
7/16/13
THE DISEASE OF THE MONTH CLUB AS AN ONLINE PROFILE?! USE "DUCK DUCK GO" TO RESEARCH WHAT AILS YOU : CHRISTINE TRZYNA HUMOR
DISEASE OF THE MONTH CLUB AS AN ONLINE PROFILE?
USE "DUCK DUCK GO" TO RESEARCH!
(A Humor Piece)
by Christine Trzyna
My friend "P" called me in a panic recently because she discovered that her Google Searches comprise an on-line profile of her interests, obsessions, fears, hopes, and joys, and even that she's been looking up people she used to know, like passive-agressive Bartley, the guy who married someone else.
She didn't know that long-ago-boyfriend's computer in another state possibly might be telling him that she's "hitting" on him still after all these years!
She just wanted to see what the woman he did marry looks like, found the bitch, who she said had legs strong enough to wrestle an alligator and a huge proud beer belly, and who had the nerve to brag that she made more money thatn him, and after some severe snickering, was satisfied.
"P" was looking people up not because she wants to contact them but just because she wanted to know certain people who had really bugged her in high school were still alive. Now she is forever electronically linked to them, should the NSA target her.
There's some application you can use to find out what the Advertisers, just because they want to target you, know and the Authorities, just because you've been accused of a crime, can find out about you.
Will the time you found yourself reading erotica on line go against you?
"P" e-mailed about finding Bartley and her Yahoo account threw up ad after ad for diamond engagement rings. Shit! It wasn't just reading her e-mails, or searches, it was looking into her soul, taunting her early romantic failure. It was almost telepathic!
I tried to reason with her. The chances of "P" ever being looked into for any nefarious reason are just too slim. She's hardworking, law abiding, and decent. The worse that you could say about her is that she let Bartley go to the bitch without a fight and that she was underemployed long enough to have defaulted on her student loan.
If anything I wish she would file a complaint with the FBI over the local guy, Felix, who has been stalking her for a couple years and who has tried to get at her using various e-mail addresses and inappropriate e-mails to friends of hers, and other on-line hooliganisms. He even created a Flickr account with her name on it and a YouTube station ditto, so desperate is he to see the inside of a prison cell. The guy frequently calls her or has other people call her just to see if he can rouse her; she moved and her phone number remains unchanged. She saves the text messages he sends without reading them or replying. She's tried not to react or give him hope. She's told him to stop more than once, even had her boyfriend call him, but he keeps popping on up, using any excuse. Sometimes he is in the same store or the same street as she is and she leaves fast.
Felix is mentally unwell. He's a pain in the ass.
"Let the FBI chase the guy down and rearrange his fantasy life!" that's what I said.
But "P"s panic and then anger at being spied upon did get to me last night. I began to think of what my user profile might look like, especially as I have so very many interests, I read all around subjects, and because I don't just research for myself. I also research for other people, for free, because I care about them or because they ask me, especially seniors.
Yes, there are still people out there who think anything that has to do with typing is secretarial work, or they simply don't like machines, or their arthritis is too painful for them to type, or they just want to let me make their lives simple and I'm willing.
I like to research. I've gotten good at it.
I look up other people's diseases, their diagnosis, their medicines, their health benefits, their doctors, changes in medical care, and who to call if their care-giver is abusive or if they want their ex off their sofa, or what assisted living buildings are in their area.
If a computer assumes that because I have searched for or read about blood diseases, genetic links to tumors, strokes, heart conditions, high cholesterol, extreme diets, hot flashes, fatty liver, breast reduction, sore big toes, herbal supplements, medical grass clinics, extreme physical therapy, early onset memory loss, food banks, latent lesbianism, companion animals, senior safe sex, senior tennis teams at the park and senior swim hours at the wading pool, it's all about me, what can I do about it now?
Besides crawl off and die in a corner somewhere?
Here's a clue. I can use Duck Duck Go as my search engine. Yes, long a Google Girl, I'm giving this strangely named search engine a try.
C 2013 Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights
7/6/13
JOURNALISTS AGAINST JOURNALISTS?
video expired. Taken down December 2024
Have been reading around Edward Snowden since the first reportage in newspapers, on the Internet, and in YouTube videos, I chose this video which expresses some of the concerns I have about the effect of both the NSA / U.S. Government monitoring electronic communications of everyone who uses cell phones and/or computers as well as the legal issues involved from all angles.
Having studied Journalism in college at a time when anyone with any ambition wanted to be the one who got the most important news out to the public, at a time when hard news, not soft, was important, it concerns me that a journalist who wrote about Snowden and the information he wanted to leak would be considered criminal for doing so. Let us not confuse Journalist who are doing their jobs and the people and events they cover. A news EZditor also has a great role in determining what will be printed and thus influence history by choosing what to print or not, but a good editor is on the side of the Journalist. A Journalist relies upon and reports to the Editor.
Was it Edward Snowdens intent to shut down Journalism, Newspapers, and the Media?
Just the opposite.
Have been reading around Edward Snowden since the first reportage in newspapers, on the Internet, and in YouTube videos, I chose this video which expresses some of the concerns I have about the effect of both the NSA / U.S. Government monitoring electronic communications of everyone who uses cell phones and/or computers as well as the legal issues involved from all angles.
Having studied Journalism in college at a time when anyone with any ambition wanted to be the one who got the most important news out to the public, at a time when hard news, not soft, was important, it concerns me that a journalist who wrote about Snowden and the information he wanted to leak would be considered criminal for doing so. Let us not confuse Journalist who are doing their jobs and the people and events they cover. A news EZditor also has a great role in determining what will be printed and thus influence history by choosing what to print or not, but a good editor is on the side of the Journalist. A Journalist relies upon and reports to the Editor.
Was it Edward Snowdens intent to shut down Journalism, Newspapers, and the Media?
Just the opposite.
7/3/13
6/25/13
HAS THE PRIVACY INVASION SCANDAL MADE YOU PARANOID ABOUT BLOGGING?
HAS THE PRIVACY INVASION SCANDAL MADE YOU PARANOID ABOUT BLOGGING?
6/23/13
EXCERPT: WOULD IT KILL YOU TO STOP DOING THAT? A MODERN GUIDE TO MANNERS : HENRY ALFORD
WOULD IT KILL YOU TO STOP DOING THAT? A MODERN GUIDE TO MANNERS : HENRY ALFORD
Book is C 2012 Henry Alford
Book is C 2012 Henry Alford
Twelve is Publisher
Page 100
"The true devil's candy of business e-mail, of course, is forwarding. If the essential piece of information to be gleaned here is "Never send any message to a business e-mail address that you'd be embarrassed to have the whole company read," a helpful addendum would be ... "Or anyone else, for that matter." In 2001, the CEO of a Kansas City- based health care information tenchology firm called Cerner Corporation sent an angry w-mail to his managers about his employees' work habits...The message was forwarded all the way to Yahoo's message board, where Wall Street saw it and assumed that Cerner was in trouble. In the blink of an eye, the company's stock had dropped 29 percent. Over the course of three days, the stock price fell from about forty-four dollars a share to thirty-four."
6/17/13
"ART 4 U" INTIMATE PERFORMANCE ADVENTURES IN DRESSING ROOMS JUST AMAZING! PAT PAYNE
ART 4 U NEW TOWN ARTS ORG link!
This past Saturday, while in the North Hollywood Arts District, Gracie and I saw a big dressing room van parked outside the Avery Shrieber theater. Turned out the dressing rooms were containing three actresses, each who were doing very intimate theatre. Gracie and I mounted the steps into the dressing room of actress PAT PAYNE. Her presentation was called MY OWN PERSONAL WEATHER SYSTEM.
I've never experienced anything like it, it was very out of the box creative, art, performance art, and theater all at the same time, and I want you to know that there will be more performances in Sherman Oaks this coming Saturday June 23, 2013 at 14209 Ventura Blvd. Sherman Oaks CA 91403 next to Guitar Center. (I believe that if you have the time you can see all three performances. These will be by men.)
PAY PAYNE had her dressing room hot and wore a bright pink see through plastic dress - she's in a unitard underneath. She wanted you to feel hot too because her act was a bit of performance art as well as artistic installation about menopause. She created a wall of prescription bottles hanging on clear thread like a room divider, had a table of speculums representing all the gynecological exams she had in her life, and had on display a contruction of her pre-menopause perky breasts in their own theater. Using one of the clear plastic speculums in hand she went to an installation of her eggs, of which one was viable.
Since feedback was more than welcome, we had a woman to woman talk, which I included Gracie, my dog, in. Gracie sat on my lap smiling the whole time. You see she is spayed so in dog menopause. I was telling Pat how people have talked to me about adopting a dog, especially if they have figured it out that I'm childless by choice myself.
People have said things to me like,"Why don't you adopt a child?" They assume that because Gracie is cute small and fluffy that she is not just well cared for but SPOILED. (So what if Gracie thinks my name is Mummie?)
The best thing is that I left feeling I had made a (rare) connection with another human being!
So check out the web site for NEW TOWN ARTS ORG and head over to Sherman Oaks next Saturnday!
This past Saturday, while in the North Hollywood Arts District, Gracie and I saw a big dressing room van parked outside the Avery Shrieber theater. Turned out the dressing rooms were containing three actresses, each who were doing very intimate theatre. Gracie and I mounted the steps into the dressing room of actress PAT PAYNE. Her presentation was called MY OWN PERSONAL WEATHER SYSTEM.
I've never experienced anything like it, it was very out of the box creative, art, performance art, and theater all at the same time, and I want you to know that there will be more performances in Sherman Oaks this coming Saturday June 23, 2013 at 14209 Ventura Blvd. Sherman Oaks CA 91403 next to Guitar Center. (I believe that if you have the time you can see all three performances. These will be by men.)
PAY PAYNE had her dressing room hot and wore a bright pink see through plastic dress - she's in a unitard underneath. She wanted you to feel hot too because her act was a bit of performance art as well as artistic installation about menopause. She created a wall of prescription bottles hanging on clear thread like a room divider, had a table of speculums representing all the gynecological exams she had in her life, and had on display a contruction of her pre-menopause perky breasts in their own theater. Using one of the clear plastic speculums in hand she went to an installation of her eggs, of which one was viable.
Since feedback was more than welcome, we had a woman to woman talk, which I included Gracie, my dog, in. Gracie sat on my lap smiling the whole time. You see she is spayed so in dog menopause. I was telling Pat how people have talked to me about adopting a dog, especially if they have figured it out that I'm childless by choice myself.
People have said things to me like,"Why don't you adopt a child?" They assume that because Gracie is cute small and fluffy that she is not just well cared for but SPOILED. (So what if Gracie thinks my name is Mummie?)
The best thing is that I left feeling I had made a (rare) connection with another human being!
So check out the web site for NEW TOWN ARTS ORG and head over to Sherman Oaks next Saturnday!
6/16/13
KEEPING THINGS WHOLE by MARK STRAND
I saw this poem posted along with new poetry books at a public library, and the posting didn't mention what book or books it is from. Mark Strand owns the copyright.
KEEPING THINGS WHOLE
by Mark Strand
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Whenever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
KEEPING THINGS WHOLE
by Mark Strand
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Whenever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
6/14/13
6/12/13
THE JOY OF FINDING TYPOS AND SPELLING ERRORS ON THE INTERNET by CHRISTINE TRZYNA
THE JOY OF FINDING TYPOS AND SPELLING ERRORS ON THE INTERNET by CHRISTINE TRZYNA
I remember back when I had to type on a typewriter for a short fiction class I was taking at a local community college at night. Oh I loved that class most of the time. I really worked hard at that class. I enjoyed reading and critiquing other people's work and usually I enjoyed reading what other people (characters) had to say about my submissions. There were a few stinkers in that class. Mostly self righteous with the tweedy jackets and elbow patches and pipes of the east coast though this is California or some such thing.
It was all supposed to be anonymous but let's face it, some of us became visible nervous wrecks hearing other people talk about our work which was telling. I tended to bounce my foot.
So one time I submitted a story and the worst critique of it was that I had spelled a word wrong - the same word repeatedly.
I don't know about you but I have about a half dozen words that somehow got into my brain spelled wrong and to this day I struggle to spell them right, and so I use spell check to catch these words.
Well, I was a bit embarrassed but more THE ENTIRE STORY WAS DISMISSED as WORTHLESS because of my spelling error. What about the content? The theme? The dialogue?
So these days, I read more on the Internet, and I notice lots of spelling errors that Internet Journalists did not have the time to notice. My guess is the race for beating deadlines or competiting with other journalists to submit is the real cause. Still I take joy in finding those mistakes. AND I KNOW THAT THE CONTENT IS STILL IMPORTANT as is the CREATIVITY and the RESEARCH and the INTERVIEWING and all else that makes a story great!
I remember back when I had to type on a typewriter for a short fiction class I was taking at a local community college at night. Oh I loved that class most of the time. I really worked hard at that class. I enjoyed reading and critiquing other people's work and usually I enjoyed reading what other people (characters) had to say about my submissions. There were a few stinkers in that class. Mostly self righteous with the tweedy jackets and elbow patches and pipes of the east coast though this is California or some such thing.
It was all supposed to be anonymous but let's face it, some of us became visible nervous wrecks hearing other people talk about our work which was telling. I tended to bounce my foot.
So one time I submitted a story and the worst critique of it was that I had spelled a word wrong - the same word repeatedly.
I don't know about you but I have about a half dozen words that somehow got into my brain spelled wrong and to this day I struggle to spell them right, and so I use spell check to catch these words.
Well, I was a bit embarrassed but more THE ENTIRE STORY WAS DISMISSED as WORTHLESS because of my spelling error. What about the content? The theme? The dialogue?
So these days, I read more on the Internet, and I notice lots of spelling errors that Internet Journalists did not have the time to notice. My guess is the race for beating deadlines or competiting with other journalists to submit is the real cause. Still I take joy in finding those mistakes. AND I KNOW THAT THE CONTENT IS STILL IMPORTANT as is the CREATIVITY and the RESEARCH and the INTERVIEWING and all else that makes a story great!
6/9/13
DIANA VREELAND : THE EYE HAS TO TRAVEL : CHRISTINE TRZYNA FILM REVIEW
There's a book out by the same name, I believe, and this is the film documentary. Looooved it!
As someone who has never been really fashionable, who tends towards comfort, and finds herself impossible to fit - shoes being especially impossible. As someone who hates nylons and has never worn a suit that felt right and can't afford made to order, you might think I have no interest in fashion. But I do.
I embrace fashion for the creativity and skill it takes to create clothing for individuals and the masses and the designers we know about for their fortitude for the world of fashion is vicious and it seems a miracle that anyone makes it to the top and more a miracle that they stay on top. I study fashion and try to understand it from fabrics and construction up.
Diana Vreeland was not a fashion designer but a fashion magazine editor - Harper's Bazaar for 25 years - and was what we call "a force of nature." She got herself hired by the fashion editor Carmel Snow, and her eccentricity and very original world view, her demands for telling detail on the often magnificent photography that took the viewer/reader on a journey are legendary, seemingly entirely narcissic, yet her ideas worked, they sold, they changed history in their way.
Vreeland felt that people were nothing if they didn't have style, their own style. Hers was heavily influenced by Japan and Russia.
This documentary is jam packed with fashion, some you think you remember and some you will remember for seeing it for the first time. Twiggy for instance. Cher. Women who she felt were beyond models. Jackie O.
However what I will take away with me most is this; Diana Vreeland saw fashion photoshoots as stories. She often coached photographers and models to imagine that story. The eye travels to locations all over the world, over the body and face of the model for what the language and emotions are, and you as a viewer/reader will travel too.
C Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved 2013
As someone who has never been really fashionable, who tends towards comfort, and finds herself impossible to fit - shoes being especially impossible. As someone who hates nylons and has never worn a suit that felt right and can't afford made to order, you might think I have no interest in fashion. But I do.
I embrace fashion for the creativity and skill it takes to create clothing for individuals and the masses and the designers we know about for their fortitude for the world of fashion is vicious and it seems a miracle that anyone makes it to the top and more a miracle that they stay on top. I study fashion and try to understand it from fabrics and construction up.
Diana Vreeland was not a fashion designer but a fashion magazine editor - Harper's Bazaar for 25 years - and was what we call "a force of nature." She got herself hired by the fashion editor Carmel Snow, and her eccentricity and very original world view, her demands for telling detail on the often magnificent photography that took the viewer/reader on a journey are legendary, seemingly entirely narcissic, yet her ideas worked, they sold, they changed history in their way.
Vreeland felt that people were nothing if they didn't have style, their own style. Hers was heavily influenced by Japan and Russia.
This documentary is jam packed with fashion, some you think you remember and some you will remember for seeing it for the first time. Twiggy for instance. Cher. Women who she felt were beyond models. Jackie O.
However what I will take away with me most is this; Diana Vreeland saw fashion photoshoots as stories. She often coached photographers and models to imagine that story. The eye travels to locations all over the world, over the body and face of the model for what the language and emotions are, and you as a viewer/reader will travel too.
C Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved 2013
6/6/13
VISITING JAM MY SENIOR FRIEND
I made a surprise visit to my senior friend JAM recently.
I met him maybe 6 years ago when I was friend with a friend of his, a woman poet. The elderly woman used to take walks around my neighborhood and when I engaged her, she recited short lovely poems to me, poems she was proud of and wanted to publish. Our first conversations were about putting together a chap book (usually a small book published by the person or an editor meant for small distribution, like at poetry readings at coffee houses or art galleries, often free or for the cost of printing.) She wanted her only grandson to have her intellectual property rights.
I have a soft spot for seniors who are alone in life, without living or local family to look in on them.
The woman poet only had her grandson and Jam, who with his wife, had been this couple's best friends. The woman poet died several months after I began visiting and phoning her frequently. She was dying of cancer and had not yet been told the truth, though she suspected. I was with her the night before she died, and met her grandson only then.
JAM was also depressed not only because he was surrounded in a senior living place with people who were dealing with illness or dying, because of the death of his wife, who he had known and been married to over 60 years! Now in his 90's JAM is my "oldest" friend, but because he does have family to look in on him (people I will probably never meet) I don't visit with him as often.
JAM's way out of his depression was WRITING. He joined several senior - oriented writing clubs and classes and recorded mostly memoirs some of his short stories or chapters published.
This visit he surprised me by pulling out his Barnes and Noble NOOK! JAM bragged that he might be ready to go but he always kept up with technology and with this NOOK he was able to access Los Angeles Public Library and download books. He had read near 40 in the last several months on the NOOK. He surprised me by telling me he didn't like non-fiction especially not history, and naming his favorite writers of suspense, mystery, and murder. Since he is slowing down physically, this has saved him the hardship of walking with a cane to take public transportation to the library.
UPDATE OCTOBER 2016 ...JAM DIED THIS PAST SPRING...
I met him maybe 6 years ago when I was friend with a friend of his, a woman poet. The elderly woman used to take walks around my neighborhood and when I engaged her, she recited short lovely poems to me, poems she was proud of and wanted to publish. Our first conversations were about putting together a chap book (usually a small book published by the person or an editor meant for small distribution, like at poetry readings at coffee houses or art galleries, often free or for the cost of printing.) She wanted her only grandson to have her intellectual property rights.
I have a soft spot for seniors who are alone in life, without living or local family to look in on them.
The woman poet only had her grandson and Jam, who with his wife, had been this couple's best friends. The woman poet died several months after I began visiting and phoning her frequently. She was dying of cancer and had not yet been told the truth, though she suspected. I was with her the night before she died, and met her grandson only then.
JAM was also depressed not only because he was surrounded in a senior living place with people who were dealing with illness or dying, because of the death of his wife, who he had known and been married to over 60 years! Now in his 90's JAM is my "oldest" friend, but because he does have family to look in on him (people I will probably never meet) I don't visit with him as often.
JAM's way out of his depression was WRITING. He joined several senior - oriented writing clubs and classes and recorded mostly memoirs some of his short stories or chapters published.
This visit he surprised me by pulling out his Barnes and Noble NOOK! JAM bragged that he might be ready to go but he always kept up with technology and with this NOOK he was able to access Los Angeles Public Library and download books. He had read near 40 in the last several months on the NOOK. He surprised me by telling me he didn't like non-fiction especially not history, and naming his favorite writers of suspense, mystery, and murder. Since he is slowing down physically, this has saved him the hardship of walking with a cane to take public transportation to the library.
UPDATE OCTOBER 2016 ...JAM DIED THIS PAST SPRING...
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