Booklog (July 4 to August 29)

  • Ring for Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse: Jeeves does it again
  • A Lifting Up For The Downcast by William Bridge: Excellent, worth twice its weight in gold
  • Lord Emsworth and Others by P.G. Wodehouse: Nine great episodes, especially the parts about Ukridge
  • The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass by Frederick Douglass: Eye opening and engaging
  • 2 Peter & Jude: An Introduction and Commentary by Michael Green: Pretty good
  • Mounted Police Life in Canada by Richard Burton: A warm, engaging historical record that sort of grows on the reader

  • A Slobbering Love Affair: The True (And Pathetic) Story of the Torrid Romance Between Barack Obama and the Mainstream Media by Bernard Goldberg:  Sort of entertaining.
  • Jailbird: A Novel by Kurt Vonnegut: Gritty, but in my estimation also unremarkable
  • Reading the Bible and Praying in Public by Stuart Alyott: Nothing mindblowing here, but very solid and worthwhile
  • Canadian Democracy: An Introduction by Stephen Brooks: Engaging and fairly helpful as a textbook
  • Shake Down: How Our Government Is Undermining Democracy In The Name of Human Rights by Ezra Levant: Totally amazing research! Must read for Canadians, eye-opening
  • Colonel Sun by Ian Flemming: Very bondian and not too remarkable, really
  • The Green Mile by Stephen King: Wish I hadn’t watched the movie already
  • Psmith in the City by P.G. Wodehouse: Masterful, Psmith is the man.

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The Audacity of Psmith in the City

A couple good ones from Wodehouse’s Psmith in the City:

“‘My father,’ Psmith had confided to Mike, meeting him at the station in
the family motor on the Monday, ‘is a man of vast but volatile brain.
He has not that calm, dispassionate outlook on life which marks your
true philosopher, such as myself. I–‘

‘I say,’ interrupted Mike, eyeing Psmith’s movements with apprehension,
‘you aren’t going to drive, are you?”

“As Psmith sat in the library with a novel, the waiter entered, and
approached him.

‘Beg pardon, sir,’ he said. ‘Are you a member of this club?’

Psmith fumbled in his pocket and produced his eye-glass, through which
he examined the waiter, button by button.

‘I am Psmith,’ he said simply.

‘A member, sir?’

‘_The_ member,’ said Psmith. ‘Surely you participated in the
general rejoicings which ensued when it was announced that I had been
elected? But perhaps you were too busy working to pay any attention. If
so, I respect you. I also am a worker. A toiler, not a flatfish. A
sizzler, not a squab. Yes, I am a member. Will you tell Mr Bickersdyke
that I am sorry, but I have been elected, and have paid my entrance fee
and subscription.'”

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Byrds Harmony

The Byrds

The Byrds

If there ever was a perfunctory blog post, this may be it.

I’m planning to post a Book Log soon, and thus far I haven’t posted anything in August. So, to make it two posts in a month, I’m making this post.  I promise to try to post more in September.

For one reason or another, I can’t get this song out of my head. So to be all original and everything, I figured I’d post a YouTube video which basically just contains the audio.  It is a rendition of Oil In My Lamp by The Byrds (originally appearing on their eighth album, Ballad of Easy Rider, October 1969–with Roger McGuinn, Clarence White, Gene Parsons and John York).  The arrangement is by Parsons & White. Take that John and Paul and George and Ringo!

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