My Review | Catch-22
The original New York Times review of Catch-22 stated, “A dazzling performance that will outrage nearly as many readers as it delights.” I wasn’t outraged nor delighted. Perhaps because I read it 50 years after publication and didn’t go through World War II, I am sure I am missing many references of the period or the literary allusions and am not able to appreciate it as much as others. Continue reading
Review | Van Gogh: A Life
ShareTweet Van Gogh: The Life by Steven Naifeh My rating: 5 of 5 stars I’ve never read a book so thoroughly detailed. At times it felt like a day-by-day account of his 37 years. The book establishes early on that … Continue reading
Rocky Mountain Snyder Family XMAS | 12
ShareTweet Dear Family and Friends: Merry Christmas. I hope you are well. I’m okay now, but last week I was in rough shape. Most commonly overheard phrase in the Snyder household in 2012: “Don’t use the debit card until the … Continue reading
What book should I read next?
ShareTweet I have this cool tablet that can hold dozens of books; I call it my book shelf. Hard to carry around though. Anyways, I just finished three books and I’m trying to figure out what to read next. This … Continue reading
The Pre-Century Journals: The Final Four Weeks
I tried to blow a snot rocket. Usually, I’m really good at doing that, but earlier this week one snot rocket ended up under my glasses and along my cheekbone, presumably due to my head cold and the lack of viscosity. Today, I blew one and immediately knew I had misfired. I checked my shoulder, my shirt, and my face; then much to my dismay, I discovered that the snot rope, by this time 10 inches long, was still connected to my nose, swinging to and fro. It was more of a snot kite than snot rocket. I had to employed the ‘pinch and fling’ method of removal. Continue reading
Funny things I said after my concussion … the director’s cut
On Thursday I crashed my bike. I hit my head on the ground and got a concussion. The biggest dust up occurred when Rose, apparently getting a kick out of my inability to remember things, asked me who is the quarterback of the Broncos. I said Tim Tebow. Rose said, no, we traded him to the Jets. Me: “WHAT? WHY WOULD WE TRADE TIM TEBOW?” Continue reading
The Bug in my Shirt
The other day I was riding my new bike and I was a little mad. The back tire needed air; it felt like the tire was made out of silly putty and it was moving side-to-side on this bumpy trail. Plus, it was really hot out, so I unzipped my cycling shirt to let in some cool air, but instead something fell out of a tree into my shirt. I didn’t know what it was at first. But then it started moving.
Continue reading
