No, no, I don't hate the Dixie Chicks. Really. Actually, I think President Bush said it best to Tom Brokaw in an interview this weekend:

"[I don't] really care what the Dixie Chicks said," adding, "I want to do what I think is right for the American people, and if some singers... feel like speaking out, that's fine. That's the great thing about America. It stands in stark contrast to Iraq."

But Bush cautioned the Dixie Chicks not to "have their feelings hurt just because some people don't want to buy their records when they speak out."

[Yeah. What he said.]

Over the weekend I finished another e-book: "King Solomon's Mines" by H. Rider Haggard. Wow - what a great story. Adventure, deceit, mystery, death, treasure - all wonderfully described in that colonial British fashion.

I know that there were several movies made of this story, and I looked into renting one of them to compare to the book. One was made in 1937, one in 1950, one in 1985. I read a review of the 1985 version:

Deepest Africa lures Richard Chamberlain and Sharon Stone, who look for riches and find much, much more.

Sharon Stone? Which one of the three MALE leads did she play? Another review that was not as generous as the first said, "...you have a picture that should have said, 'With Apologies To H. Rider Haggard,' in the closing credits."

[I think I'll stick with the book.]

I know it's rather rude to just link and run, but this is Spring Day Number One of the THREE (count 'em, three) days of spring we are alloted here in Philadelphia. So I am going to try to spend some of it outside.

Besides, Bill Whittle is JUST. SO. GOOD.

So, g'wan, get over there and read it.

[Unless of course it's Spring Day Number One where you are too.]

Quote du jour:

"A little madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King."

-- Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

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