<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:30:40.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FredsPICKS</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Fred, and "Fred's Picks" is the logical extension of my former personal recommendations section of the Video/DVD store I used to own in Boston's Beacon Hill neighborhood.  While that incarnation logically focused on favorite movies, this blog will expand on that to include everything from movies, books, and music, to anything else I find of interest... It's my "picks", both personal and professional- hope you like, and feel free to contact me at any time!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8106922988915066016</id><published>2009-08-06T20:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:03:58.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Snt9Ra6xpeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/e5MCUxALNsU/s1600-h/scmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Snt9Ra6xpeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/e5MCUxALNsU/s320/scmain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367021119179171298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old "Freds Picks" section of the video store was often changed up, around, and back again to keep things somewhat interesting.  There was plenty of consistency, as well, as I made sure to have my all-time fave movies well-represented.  Most of these were (objectively) brilliant films that were timeless classics  that spanned all kinds of genres.  The fun part of that section, and stocking it, was the inclusion of films that connected to me in a way that was strictly subjective.  "Grizzly", a 1976 JAWS ripoff, was by no means classic cinema, but I loved it so much we saw it 3X at the drive-in one summer while in grade school.  The majority of the films, though, were a combo of hidden gems, classics, and the occasional oddball that had a connection to me.  &lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN CANDLES was one of those films, along with THE BREAKFAST CLUB, that pretty much straddled all of those classifications.  They were the key films of my 10th and 11th grade years; teen films that spoke TO us rather that AT us, that captured the essence of what it meant to grow up in middle-class suburbia, and took obvious pride that the scripts and direction treated the target audience with respect and smarts.  Up until that point, most teen films were exercises in exploitation; cheap laughs, titillation, and populated with nobodies.  Cash cows whose release virtually guaranteed an easy profit.  1984's SIXTEEN CANDLES, with its hilariously bittersweet take on high school love, relationships, and friendships launched the careers of Molly Ringwald, most significantly, along with a host of costars.  The following year saw the release of the more dramatic (and angsty) BREAKFAST CLUB.  This film tackled the issues of cliqueishness, of class, social ranking, and alienation.  Both films were anchored by the deft hand of John Hughes.  His resume would go on to include the following year's PRETTY IN PINK (The Molly Ringwald trifecta), and FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF, and would continue on through the 90s with HOME ALONE, among others.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad to learn today that John Hughes died in New York City today, after suffering a heart attack.  This year alone has seen the passing of such icons as Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson, and now another generational touchstone has left us as well.  He will be remembered, and his legacy will be fondly remembered by those who lived it, and the generations who get the chance to see what it was really like "back then".  And his movies had kick-ass soundtracks, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8106922988915066016?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8106922988915066016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8106922988915066016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8106922988915066016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8106922988915066016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-freds-picks-section-of-video-store.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Snt9Ra6xpeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/e5MCUxALNsU/s72-c/scmain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-7091089701908584656</id><published>2009-07-12T10:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:29:06.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Said "yes" to this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sln6grmLEKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jzyPdzIMntM/s1600-h/2proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sln6grmLEKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jzyPdzIMntM/s320/2proposal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357588671099506850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sln6TRwrhRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Rnzka676cRg/s1600-h/proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sln6TRwrhRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Rnzka676cRg/s320/proposal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357588440825955602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent yesterday with Greg, Mike, and Joel...  Took advantage of the first really-truly Summer Saturday, and checked out the tall ships (actually, we just walked by them, and the lines to get close to them...), and wandered around the waterfront and the North End (for lunch).&lt;br /&gt;Wound up at the movies, and caught "The Proposal" with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds.  In addition to always liking Bullock, I was curious about the movie since I had spent some time trying to find an apartment rental wherein her character would reside (apparently the initial NY setting was supposed to be Boston).&lt;br /&gt;So, with low expectations (this seems like an obvious Netflix candidate) and some mild interest, we sprung for the tix and headed in...&lt;br /&gt;"The Proposal" is a modern day spin on the Doris Day/ Rock Hudson films of the late 50s-early 60s.  Bullock plays the sharklike publishing exec, with no time or patience for love.  Reynolds is her assistant, lackey, and obvious eventual romantic foil.  The plot kicks in when the two opposites pose as about-to-be-marrieds to avoid a problematic expired visa that would require Bullock's deportation to Canada.  So, off to Alaska and a visit to Reynolds' family (complete with another brilliant turn from Betty White!), where the pair will (gasp) realize that they were meant to be together.  The ice queen melts despite the Alaskan climate... This is &lt;br /&gt;all cookie-cutter stuff, recycled and reused; predictable as can be, and not remotely groundbreaking.  Also, incredibly appealing and well executed.  A smart spin on a tired formula, elevated by winning performances by Bullock and Reynolds (great chemistry with these likeable leads), combined with a stellar supporting cast and great scenery (Rockport, MA doubles for Alaska), elevate this Proposal.  Audiences are still saying "Yes"-- after a month in release, the theater was crowded...  This is Bullock's best box office showing, and has cemented Reynolds' place as Hollywood's hottest leading man.  (He has just signed on to play the Green Lantern in the DC comics adaptation).  This is a "little film that could" that managed to both entertain its audience, and cement the relevance of its two leads at the same time.  A good bet all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-7091089701908584656?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7091089701908584656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=7091089701908584656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7091089701908584656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7091089701908584656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/said-yes-to-this.html' title='Said &quot;yes&quot; to this...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sln6grmLEKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jzyPdzIMntM/s72-c/2proposal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-6633550716659842974</id><published>2009-06-26T00:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:53:44.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a crazy Thursday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SkRVP4OnEhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0sYwRXeTvfE/s1600-h/news_380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SkRVP4OnEhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0sYwRXeTvfE/s320/news_380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351495988503056914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SkRVMDY8TNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Oi8WpEy-eFQ/s1600-h/farah_fawcett_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SkRVMDY8TNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Oi8WpEy-eFQ/s400/farah_fawcett_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351495922779704530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I'd kick in my two cents, as so much has been written (and will forever continue to be written) about Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson.  Farrah, hot on the heels of that amazing pinup that scorched its way into a generation's psyche, reigned over ABC's 10pm Wednesday night timeslot as Jill Monroe in the critically lampooned Charlie's Angels, that turned feminism on its ear with a trio of insanely gorgeous detectives solving crimes while going undercover as hookers and roller derby queens (to single out just two episodes).  Farrah represented wholesome beauty, athleticism and health, and the genuine goodness of her own self that punched through the sometimes silly dialog of a program she quickly wanted to distance herself from.  One season she completed before bailing, essentially to better herself and to avoid the trappings of instant celebrity.  At the time, she was derided and cast aside.  Blacklisted.  Years later, she was applauded and was vindicated.  As far as her role in my elementary school period, my walls were covered with no less than a dozen posters of her, and clippings were everywhere.  I was in the fan club.  I was ready to be her child-groom.  She was the reason I could stay up til 11pm on a school night in the 3rd grade.  She continued to fascinate, even as she went through that creepy-loopy period ten years ago.  She had that innate ability to engender that feeling of wanting to root for her.  She connected, and she continues to resonate.  She will leave a greater legacy than she would have ever dreamed possible, thanks to her unflagging tenacity and determination to show how her cancer would not beat her.  It claimed her life, ultimately, but she remains victorious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the heels of the expected yet devastating news of Fawcett's passing came the completely unexpected death of Michael Jackson.  As Farrah defined a huge chunk of my early grade school years, Michael Jackson's OFF THE WALL and THRILLER dominated radios, jukeboxes, turntables, and roller rinks from 1979-1985.  An unprecedented run of hit singles and ground-breaking videos and television appearances cemented his stature as the heir apparent to uber-entertainers Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley, now to a new generation weened on the media of the 1980s.  This time, though, the world felt they already knew their new sensation.  I remember a Jackson 5 single that came on the box of Alpha-Bits cereal.  MJ had been a star for a decade before striking out on his own, and led the 80s-era of the Mega Star (Madonna and Prince notwithstanding).  The day after the Motown 25 TV special (which introduced the famous "Moonwalk") all anyone in school could talk about was the spellbinding performance of "Billie Jean"...  And the singles kept coming, each better than the last...  &lt;br /&gt;The late 80s foreshadowed the beginning of the end (or what merely seemed an odd detour at the time).  The oddball rumors started to circulate.  His quirks and idiosyncracies began to overshadow the music.  At the time, I thought he was competing with Madonna for the "no such thing as bad press" school of self-promotion.  With Jackson, though, it felt he might actually BE losing it.  Madonna somehow engendered smarts and canniness (in however questionable her tastes might have appeared to some, one never doubted her control).  &lt;br /&gt;The 90s saw Jackson completely fall from public favor, with troubling allegations coupling with an already increasingly looney persona.  Child molestation allegations, vehemently denied, left a stink on his career and public perception that he never fully overcame.  At the same time, he had the unique ability to still elicit sympathy from his detractors as well as his devoted following.  He survived a tortuous childhood, and became an incredibly brilliant (and obviously irrevocably damaged) public figure.  He was Elvis.  He was Marilyn.  His death, however untimely, ultimately comes as no REAL surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Two icons, and certainly two of the biggest, gone within the space of just a few hours.  A huge chunk of my childhood went along with them, and I know I am not alone in that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-6633550716659842974?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6633550716659842974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=6633550716659842974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6633550716659842974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6633550716659842974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-crazy-thursday.html' title='What a crazy Thursday...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SkRVP4OnEhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0sYwRXeTvfE/s72-c/news_380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2945989404999679756</id><published>2009-06-13T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:45:36.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A long lull, and another getaway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SjQB1WfjA2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/22sxazkjuIw/s1600-h/LasVegasSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SjQB1WfjA2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/22sxazkjuIw/s400/LasVegasSign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346900673678213986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted anything new on here in ages, so its time to check in.  Been busy running around with work, and have still managed to squeeze in some movies (got the 'blockbusters" under my belt so far, knocking out Star Trek, Night at the Museum, and Land of the Lost).  Nothing major there, but good to get out now and then.  Have banged out about 18 books in the past six weeks, though.  Im a very productive commuter!  Hooked on James Grippando (his stand alones, as well as his series featuring the Jack Swyteck character), and psyched for new ones out this month by all my favorite thriller writers.  Just started a Greg Iles one called BLOOD MEMORY from a few years back to tide me over/ Its almost 800 pages.  Ive gone back to my own writing project a bit, too, and hope to devote some more time to that before too long.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, though, is Las Vegas.  Booked awhile ago when the deals were crazy-cheap, the vacation is a Sunday-Thursday Get Outta Dodge thing...  Again, definitely need a change of scenery.  Tons to do, and costing next to nothing-- The upside of a crippled tourism industry.  Still cant believe we've hit the middle of June.  Today is the first summery-feeling day we've had (and here I am, at the office...).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wrapping up here now.  New updates to follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2945989404999679756?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2945989404999679756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2945989404999679756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2945989404999679756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2945989404999679756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-lull-and-another-getaway.html' title='A long lull, and another getaway...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SjQB1WfjA2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/22sxazkjuIw/s72-c/LasVegasSign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-396454460004371997</id><published>2009-04-28T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:01:48.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If its tomorrow, it must be Tampa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sfem1ntbXeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cb5l7Uc4TBM/s1600-h/tampa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sfem1ntbXeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cb5l7Uc4TBM/s400/tampa01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329912124139068898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-week getaway to Tampa, FL, courtesy of Mike and Joel, and the condo Joel's family owns and rents out as a time share!  Its M &amp; Js week, so we are joining them for the 2nd part of their week (Wed-Sunday).  This vacation cant come soon enough for either of us, and the guys are totally great for including us!  Never been to Tampa.  We already have tix for Busch Gardens for Thursday (since I recently became the inadvertant KING of ROLLERCOASTERS...).  Will be glad to get away from this awful allergy season up here in the Northeast.   Pics of ensuing hilarity will be posted upon return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-396454460004371997?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/396454460004371997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=396454460004371997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/396454460004371997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/396454460004371997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-its-tomorrow-it-must-be-tampa.html' title='If its tomorrow, it must be Tampa...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/Sfem1ntbXeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cb5l7Uc4TBM/s72-c/tampa01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2207826912330277105</id><published>2009-04-26T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:05:18.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Press Release from my new office...  More shameless promotion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;William Raveis Welcomes Fred Rose!&lt;br /&gt;William Raveis Real Estate, Mortgage &amp; Insurance is pleased to welcome Fred to formally launch our Boston rental division. With a successful core business&lt;br /&gt;and proven track record as a savvy rental broker, Fred will expand his current relationships with clients and property-owners to create a significant presence in&lt;br /&gt;the rental marketplace in Boston. Raveis will continue to grow the rental team and reinforce the company’s commitment to best serve Boston’s real estate needs.&lt;br /&gt;Prior to real estate Fred spent seventeen years as a small business owner in Beacon Hill. As a graduate of Emerson College, Fred parlayed his love of the arts&lt;br /&gt;with a talent for marketing and has widespread professional ties throughout the City. His past involvement with the Beacon Hill Civic Association and Beacon&lt;br /&gt;Hill Business Association matched with his strong sense of community involvement and links to various local and national charities keep Fred an integral part of&lt;br /&gt;the Boston community.&lt;br /&gt;Fred states that "I joined Raveis because it is a strong company with many business tools and resources for growth and the style and personality of a&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood boutique. As a former business owner and recently as a part of a small real estate team, I look forward to merging the best practices of these two&lt;br /&gt;backgrounds and creating my own identity in a firm with so many powerful resources to take my business to that next level. I am both thrilled and confident to&lt;br /&gt;be working in such a forward thinking, supportive environment. I am a great proponent of teamwork and ethics, and Raveis exemplifies that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2207826912330277105?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2207826912330277105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2207826912330277105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2207826912330277105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2207826912330277105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/press-release-from-my-new-office-more.html' title='The Press Release from my new office...  More shameless promotion!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-5254756105631322371</id><published>2009-04-26T22:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:01:29.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosting some family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SfUflhJePVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iDLWJ4Pgz3A/s1600-h/FredLisa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SfUflhJePVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iDLWJ4Pgz3A/s200/FredLisa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329200463476571474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SfUffyGw_GI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T_kCPWq4nPg/s1600-h/FLG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SfUffyGw_GI/AAAAAAAAAVw/T_kCPWq4nPg/s200/FLG2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329200364949404770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SfUfbHq1ZVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/twYU1Tc7x2M/s1600-h/FredLisa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SfUfbHq1ZVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/twYU1Tc7x2M/s200/FredLisa3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329200284838487378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year after my father's memorial service, we were able to host my sister and her husband here in Boston (their first visit back since 2001).  It was great to reunite under a circumstance that wasn't centered around deaths or funerals, and it was fun to be on home turf (although we were saddled with some pretty crappy weather).  It also hadn't really occurred to me until after they had left that they had only stayed with me once before, all the way back in 1996 when my nieces were very young.  This time, it was just the two of them...  A  nice long visit for them split divided into equal parts work, visits with old friends, and the final few days with Greg and me.  Since they left I have thrown myself into my new position at my new office, and cant believe April is already over.  Its been a quick month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-5254756105631322371?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5254756105631322371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=5254756105631322371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5254756105631322371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5254756105631322371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/year-after-my-fathers-memorial-service.html' title='Hosting some family...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SfUflhJePVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iDLWJ4Pgz3A/s72-c/FredLisa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4795082022752550932</id><published>2009-04-18T10:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:51:50.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SenokeBmu1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/aFOHgiFgsdo/s1600-h/1924bfb867780257_state-of-play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SenokeBmu1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/aFOHgiFgsdo/s320/1924bfb867780257_state-of-play.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326043747575053138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SenoeBVrZxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/oCxTKoyhfIY/s1600-h/movie_StateOfPlayPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SenoeBVrZxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/oCxTKoyhfIY/s200/movie_StateOfPlayPoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326043636795402002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually went to a movie on opening day, for a change!  &lt;br /&gt;State of Play is a brilliant, labyrinthian thriller the sort of which Hollywood hasn't made in years.  true, it's been compared to ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN, and it certainly shares some similarities.  The truth of the matter is that this genre film has sadly found itself incorrectly categorized as "dated".  The medium, not the message.  Journalism Version 2.0    &lt;br /&gt;The dividing line between the old and the new (Russell Crowe and Rachel McAdams, respectively) is presented matter-of-factly in the first reel of the film.  While Crowe embodies the grizzled, old-school print journalist, his polar opposite is represented by McAdams' news blogger.  Nearly 30 years ago, MTV redefined cinema and television editing for short attention spans, and now the journalism industry (and it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we learn, an industry) has finally caught up.  Not a good thing, necessarily.  The inherent battle between old and new is put to the test once two seemingly random deaths are surprisingly linked, launching this political thriller into orbit.  Who do you trust?  How far will you go to get a story?  How important are the facts WITHIN the story?  That is the real treat that State of Play offers up.  Obviously, a stellar cast shines in this adaptation of a British mini-series.  Helen Mirren is brilliant as the ballsy Brit editor, and McAdams is a treat in her best role to date.  The film belongs to Russell Crowe, though, and it is his complicated relationship with Ben Affleck's embroiled senator that gives State Of Play its energy and spark.  That Crowe's journalist is ultimately vindicated comes as no great surprise; the journey itself is what fascinates us.  Great flick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4795082022752550932?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4795082022752550932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4795082022752550932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4795082022752550932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4795082022752550932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-of-play.html' title='State of Play'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SenokeBmu1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/aFOHgiFgsdo/s72-c/1924bfb867780257_state-of-play.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-5112751648199981658</id><published>2009-04-14T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:46:00.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Great Thrillers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SeU8UfHlW7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BYe_QgCTTAY/s1600-h/lutz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SeU8UfHlW7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BYe_QgCTTAY/s200/lutz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324728457083837362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SeU8Qhw-a1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/xIF6ChCasDI/s1600-h/Grip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SeU8Qhw-a1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/xIF6ChCasDI/s200/Grip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324728389074840402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just banged out my first James Grippando novel- a fantastic thriller that moves faster than anything Ive read in the last few months- "Under Cover of Darkness", and while I finished that one I started the latest by John Lutz:  "Night Kills".  Lutz is consistent and reliable, and his books fall into the Must Read category for me.  Been playing catch-up with his paperbacks over the past several months.  I have two Grippando books on deck, so my Commuter Reading is all set through April...  Finally caught up with BODY OF LIES on DVD, the Netflix envelope had been sitting on the TV for five weeks and counting.  Liked it alot/ A military intelligence thriller that really drives home the difference between giving the orders vs. carrying them out; how it feels to viscerally be in the danger as opposed to being the brains of the operation thousands of miles away, giving direction while caught up in the mundane  (feigning interest at a child's sporting event, or engaged in potty training...).  The first time I have seen Leonardo DiCaprio in a role where I believed that he wasn't on his way to a prom.  His best role yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-5112751648199981658?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5112751648199981658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=5112751648199981658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5112751648199981658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5112751648199981658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-great-thrillers.html' title='2 Great Thrillers...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SeU8UfHlW7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BYe_QgCTTAY/s72-c/lutz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1413019230916568968</id><published>2009-04-08T10:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:44:42.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Forward...</title><content type='html'>Lots happened these last few weeks, primarily my finally making the jump from my former employer, and signing on with the William Raveis office.  It marks the first time in nineteen (!!) years that I have not been working on Charles Street.  The jump to an office on Newbury Street is, I think, the best thing for me.  In addition to being in a professional rut in an imploding professional environment, the new perspective (literally and figuratively) has already resulted in two deals since my switch.  I learned a lot where I was, and unfortunately along with the good there was plenty of bad.  A spin on the old "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me..." was what ultimately gave me the kick in the ass to go.  I will miss the old office, but not what had degenerated to.  Total bummer, as it had been a great place to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1413019230916568968?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1413019230916568968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1413019230916568968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1413019230916568968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1413019230916568968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-forward.html' title='Spring Forward...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-133542242446000331</id><published>2009-03-10T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:04:30.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blithe Spirit on Broadway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SbbHs8hgPMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XsQ5W8jKlpk/s1600-h/blithe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SbbHs8hgPMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XsQ5W8jKlpk/s320/blithe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311652385504902338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from a quick weekend in NY, and was able to catch BLITHE SPIRIT on Broadway.  Its currently in previews now, and opens officially on March 15.   Along with PRIVATE LIVES, this play is probably playwright Noel Coward's best known play (and his personal favorite).  This is the 4th time this Spirited production has played Broadway; a testament to the timeless wit of Coward, and the fact that an audience will never tire of a well-written, sophisticated farce (especially one that deals with sex, not to mention love as well as the supernatural.  The play features the triple threat of Angela Lansbury, Rupert Everett, and Christine Ebersole:  All three veterans of the stage, and each adding their own veneer of class and sass to the production.  The plot, wherein a daffy medium conjures up the ghost of Everett's 1st wife and does her best to split him with his current wife, is hysterically funny and smart.  The casting is superb, with Everett a natural as the pithy and suave husband, Lansbury a treat as the dotty medium Madame Arcati, and Ebersole gliding about like Carole Lombard in gossamer.  This is a no-brainer for these economic times: a sophisticated classic comedy with a wonderful cast and plenty of laughs.  Look for it when they announce the Tony nominations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-133542242446000331?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/133542242446000331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=133542242446000331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/133542242446000331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/133542242446000331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/blithe-spirit-on-broadway.html' title='Blithe Spirit on Broadway'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SbbHs8hgPMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XsQ5W8jKlpk/s72-c/blithe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1572467517710918959</id><published>2009-02-25T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:38:49.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Facebook cross-posting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SaWrRvlD8-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/CAj2V4F5n3o/s1600-h/needle99-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SaWrRvlD8-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/CAj2V4F5n3o/s320/needle99-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306836057244038114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As anyone on Facebook is aware, everytime you log in it seems another poll/questionaire is circulating..  Here is a recent one that turned up; one I actually took time to complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think of 15 albums, CDs or LPs that had such a profound effect on you they changed your life. Dug into your soul. Music that brought you to life when you heard it. Royally affected you, kicked you in the ass, socked you in the gut. Then when you finish, tag others, including me. Make sure you copy and paste this part so they know the drill. It's typically not my schtick to send these things out, but I'm interested in hearing from my music aficionado friends out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Beatles- MEET THE BEATLES&lt;br /&gt;2.Blondie- EAT TO THE BEAT&lt;br /&gt;3.David Bowie DAVID LIVE&lt;br /&gt;4.Elvis Presley- THE SUN SESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;5.The Pretenders PRETENDERS&lt;br /&gt;6.The Clash- LONDON CALLING&lt;br /&gt;7.The Beach Boys- ENDLESS SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;8.Donna Summer- BAD GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;9. Frank Sinatra- SONGS FOR SWINGIN' LOVERS&lt;br /&gt;10.Ramones- ROCKET TO RUSSIA&lt;br /&gt;11. Madonna- IMMACULATE COLLECTION&lt;br /&gt;12. Pet Shop Boys- BEHAVIOUR&lt;br /&gt;13. Squeeze- SINGLES (45s and Under)&lt;br /&gt;14. Bruce Springsteen- THE RIVER&lt;br /&gt;15. Go-Go's- BEAUTY AND THE BEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Beatles killed/ early British Invasion less than ten years after Elvis made it okay to be a bit "dangerous", (and admittedly kept the spotlight from peers Eddie Cochran and Gene Vincent). As the Beatles cashed in on their mania, and veered off track to make groundbreaking and seminal LPs just two years after their US debut, my own interest waned (Am I alone here?). The Beach Boys were CONSTANTLY on my turntable growing up, too, and as I grew to like what was current, I went for Bowie and Alice Cooper. Theatrics aside, they made cool records that went against the grain. probably the first iconic frontpersons that really grabbed me. Disco was my Motown, thanks to when I was born. Plenty of crap, but lots of brilliance too. Donna Summer and Giorgio Moroder merged commerce and art with a nod to the future (I Feel Love, etc). Bad Girls managed to merge dance with rock, and she was never better. Pop radio was nuts and incredibly corny back then (although I get a kick out of a lot of it in retrospect, back then it could be tortuous). Thanks to the Ramones, adrenalin was back if you wanted it. Pop and punk blended seamlessly... The Clash went further, and London Calling is still one of the best LPs ever. Blondie did it for me in a big way, and after Parallel Lines made them global phenoms, the follow up EAT TO THE BEAT is a more exciting and representative album of the band at the time. Chrissie Hynde was/is the coolest rock chick ever, and the Pretenders' first two albums are incredible... Madonna defined much of the 80s for me, hence the hits collection- Love her or hate her, that amazing string of singles cannot be denied. has nothing to do with her persona. What else... The GoGos debut remains my fave debut record EVER/ every song is more infectious than the last, and I loved how the production smoothed punk origins (love that) to giddy radio powerpop (love that TOO!). The Squeeze hits collection I included is very similar. A good hook and chorus can never be valued enough... Always loved Sinatra, and this LP made me dig back further, and opened my eyes and ears to stuff that most kids weren't listening to. Whatever makes you want to explore MORE is the sign of something great. Is that all of them? THE RIVER-- My fave Bruce record, a double LP (Christmas, 1981), that is him at his zenith...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1572467517710918959?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1572467517710918959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1572467517710918959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1572467517710918959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1572467517710918959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-facebook-cross-posting.html' title='Some Facebook cross-posting...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SaWrRvlD8-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/CAj2V4F5n3o/s72-c/needle99-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3441316481022277192</id><published>2009-01-30T09:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:05:37.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Express Yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SYNrboRTIyI/AAAAAAAAATY/t3ySDHGGWH0/s1600-h/a_funny_music_note_000.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SYNrboRTIyI/AAAAAAAAATY/t3ySDHGGWH0/s320/a_funny_music_note_000.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297195709128450850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SYNrXO9AgvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AalhwuIcBLE/s1600-h/bad-music-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SYNrXO9AgvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AalhwuIcBLE/s200/bad-music-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297195633612980978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been preoccupied with my latest obsession, which was compiling the "definitive" (or most representative) songs from my 90s days as a DJ and Video Jock.  Songs I have barely thought about for ten years... It pretty much forced my hand to musically reevaluate a pretty hefty span of time. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I had always pretty much viewed the 90s as a pretty vapid music era (or at least a stretch of time marked most notably by the distinctive LACK of anything overly interesting).  I wasn't particularly grabbed by the grunge thing that launched the decade, and the boy band/ teen pop thing that closed out the century was pretty disheartening...  I grew up in the 80s, which (to me, at least) was a pretty great time.  We had "New Wave" and "Power Pop", which were basically radio-ready extensions of the Punk movement that jolted radio back to what "rock" music was supposed to be about in the first place.  On the flipside, we also had silly pop groups like Culture Club and Duran Duran, that actually made great records. Artistic pretense was kicked down a few notches in favor of energy and attitude, and the rebellion was pretty exhilerating.  Groups like The Pretenders helped make music become exciting again.  Despite the trendy disco backlash that closed out the 70s and ushered in the 80s, there was (and is) always a place for dance music.  There was some truly great disco music, and was basically my Motown, having been born when i was.  So, as an 80s teenager, we listened to what was current at the time, but could also reach not too far back for any punk or disco/ dance music we liked.  Radio stations on weekends had "oldies nights" that played stuff from the 50s and 60s, too, so we pretty much had the entire rock era to draw from.  The surprisingly crazy popularity of the Doors Greatest Hits record in 1981, coming on the heels of John Lennon's murder, also served to indoctrinate many of us into what bis (now) considered classic rock.  MTV, then an incredible cultural barometer, ran the gamut and broadcast everything from new pop music, to artsy stuff like Laurie Anderson, and also gave airtime to what was seemingly the antithesis of what was happening, music-wise, with Rush and Yes grabbing some airtime.  &lt;br /&gt;The 80s evolved into the development of (who would become) pop music icons, like Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Prince.  Even Bruce Springsteen evolved from a 70s phenom to a definitive 80s figure.  The writing may have been on the wall, as spectacle began to overshadow (or at least compete with) substance.  The amazing trajectory of pop music (and pop stars) could only pave the way for how corporate popular music has become in the post-Y2K era.  While the careers of such performers as the aforementioned Madonna and Michael Jackson careened to heights that no one would have forseen, it is important to recognize the input they (and their peers) had in creating what they would become. )Madonna may have "EXPRESSED HERSELF", but she wrote the song and co-produced it...)  &lt;br /&gt;Today, it seems, that focus groups and businessmen are the ones doing the creating.  While there was/is always room for the prefabricated pop star (the Monkees, anyone?), it is clear that the music industry veered way off course with just a few glances at the Billboard Charts over the past ten years.  Personalities (often carefully created) supercede the music, and gossip rags are the ones that now pretty much take responsibility for creating "hits" and "stars", and spawning the celebs who are famous-for-being-famous. &lt;br /&gt;I think its sad, in that I dont see anything INSPIRING in this.  Hannah Montana, for example, is a MARKETING Phenomenon.  The music is the messenger, and not the message.  This is something that kids should be rebelling AGAINST, and not emulating...  On the flip-side, I love it when a pop star like Kylie Minogue is "in on the joke", and embraces shamelessly the trappings of disposable pop.  She's ironic, and yet she is completely literal at he same time.  Perhaps that wisdom comes with age, as she has been in the biz for 20+ years.  Thats her angle, though, and it is uniquely hers.  Points for Kylie!&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I formed a band in high school because it was fun, and because we admired bands that made us want to do what they did.  I cant see anything inspiring about a Britney or an Ashlee.  As a disclaimer, though, I am not completely blind. I do realize there is plenty of great music out there, and still being created.  You just have to hunt for it a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;I did need a bit of a rant, though, so there it was.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to my 90s DJ music project.  I rustled up nearly 500 dance/pop songs that I loved, to varying degrees.  Most of these are one-hit wonders (and most weren't, truthfully, even "hits).  All take me back to a pretty significant time in my life.  With most of these songs, the artist was pretty much incidental.  They were the creations of producers and DJs.  Much of this music, I freely admit, could be described as pretty expendable...  These were, though, a part of a musical "subculture", if you will, and that is "Dance Music" (which, by definition- practically- is the art of the DJ as opposed to singer/performer).  The concept of DJ as Artist was perhaps the most significant thing to happen (musically) in the 90s, building upon what preceeded it in the late-80s.  It was also the most rebellious thing to the music biz since Punk, and spawned a whole underground of DJ Culture...&lt;br /&gt;There was still some art to be had, and it was, at one time, relatively easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to wrap up this surprisingly lengthy diatribe on "Why Music Was Better When I Was Growing Up", let me just conclude that IT JUST WAS.&lt;br /&gt;Woo-Hooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3441316481022277192?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3441316481022277192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3441316481022277192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3441316481022277192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3441316481022277192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/express-yourself.html' title='Express Yourself...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SYNrboRTIyI/AAAAAAAAATY/t3ySDHGGWH0/s72-c/a_funny_music_note_000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-6241400999850356423</id><published>2009-01-22T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:49:05.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Nominees Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXi1jeBO3PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/euEUto9aac8/s1600-h/oscar_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXi1jeBO3PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/euEUto9aac8/s400/oscar_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294180982932298994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;The Reader&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Richard Jenkins - The Visitor&lt;br /&gt;Frank Langella - Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;Sean Penn - Milk&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Rourke - The Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST ACTRESS&lt;br /&gt;Anne Hathaway - Rachel Getting Married&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie - Changeling&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Leo - Frozen River&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Kate Winslet - The Reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORTING ACTOR&lt;br /&gt;Josh Brolin - Milk&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr. - Tropic Thunder&lt;br /&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger - The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Michael Shannon - Revolutionary Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORTING ACTRESS&lt;br /&gt;Amy Adams - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Penelope Cruz - Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;Viola Davis - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Taraji P. Henson - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;Marisa Tomei - The Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;David Fincher&lt;br /&gt;Ron Howard&lt;br /&gt;Gus Van Sant&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Daldry&lt;br /&gt;Danny Boyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY&lt;br /&gt;Courtney Hunt - Frozen River&lt;br /&gt;Mike Leigh - Happy-Go-Lucky&lt;br /&gt;Martin - In Bruges&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Lance Black - Milk&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Stanton - WALL-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAPTED SCREENPLAY&lt;br /&gt;Eric Roth and Robin Swicord - Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;John Patrick Shanley - Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Peter Morgan - Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;David Hare - The Reader&lt;br /&gt;Simon Beaufoy - Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREIGN LANGUAGE&lt;br /&gt;Der Baader Meinhof Komplex&lt;br /&gt;The Class&lt;br /&gt;Departures&lt;br /&gt;Revanche&lt;br /&gt;Waltz with Bashir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMATED&lt;br /&gt;Bolt&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fun Panda&lt;br /&gt;WALL-E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-6241400999850356423?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6241400999850356423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=6241400999850356423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6241400999850356423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6241400999850356423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-nominnes-are.html' title='And the Nominees Are...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXi1jeBO3PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/euEUto9aac8/s72-c/oscar_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-6975853748396086765</id><published>2009-01-19T13:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:48:31.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Run, and WORKING ON A DREAM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXTKmzfqMAI/AAAAAAAAASo/dapoyf3pHE8/s1600-h/dream1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXTKmzfqMAI/AAAAAAAAASo/dapoyf3pHE8/s400/dream1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293078230074011650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXTKeg52OPI/AAAAAAAAASg/HknGiI-8Q_8/s1600-h/bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXTKeg52OPI/AAAAAAAAASg/HknGiI-8Q_8/s320/bruce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293078087644625138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggybacking handily on his headlining performance at the Obama Inaugural Celebration in DC this week, Bruce Springsteen is ready to take the wraps off his latest CD WORKING ON A DREAM, that hits stores and iTunes next Tuesday.  The rapidly-released follow-up to last year's particularly excellent MAGIC, Springsteen's newest DREAM hopes to build upon the artistic and commercial success that greeted his 2007 release.  A bit more introspective, perhaps, and certainly not as chock-full of E Street Band stompers, WORKING ON A DREAM sees him content to keep on working, rather than resting on his laurels and basking in much of the glory that greeted MAGIC and its return to the BIG music that defined both Born in the USA and The River.  Bruce and his bandmates have seldom sounded tighter than they do on these thirteen tracks, and a few tracks seem destined to become fan favorites.  There may not be a "Radio Nowhere" on this latest project, but fans can rejoice that this is not a retreat to the more introspective period of DEVILS AND DUST or the GHOST OF TOM JOAD.&lt;br /&gt;The CD is officially released January 27, and NPR will be streaming it pre-release.  A deluxe edition includes a bonus DVD of Bruce and the E Streeters in the studio.  Insuring that his presence will continue to be felt for this latest generation (and those that will follow), Springsteen contributed both his classic 1975 anthem "Born to Run", along with his newest WORKING ON A DREAM single "My Lucky Day" to the GUITAR HERO WORLD TOUR video game sensation.  The two tracks that signal his video game debut will be available next week as well, and insure a new audience for Springsteen and his music who might not otherwise get a chance to hear him.  A canny move...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-6975853748396086765?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6975853748396086765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=6975853748396086765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6975853748396086765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6975853748396086765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce.html' title='Born To Run, and WORKING ON A DREAM...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXTKmzfqMAI/AAAAAAAAASo/dapoyf3pHE8/s72-c/dream1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-125595869214367058</id><published>2009-01-18T09:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:23:19.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Go Breakin' My Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXNEzL6nScI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mt-2oq5Gm7A/s1600-h/bloodyvalentine3dfinal_14024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXNEzL6nScI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mt-2oq5Gm7A/s400/bloodyvalentine3dfinal_14024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292649633253116354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening weekend (intentional), and second row (due to cutting it too close, time-wise), my buddies and I (yes, I had to do some leaning) found ourselves part of the throng attending a screening of MY BLOODY VALENTINE in 3D.  Happily surrendering to the goofiness inherent when movies are watched while sporting plastic and cardboard glasses, the four of us 40-somethings (somehow a minority at this show!) surrendered to this flashback of early-80s splatter cinema souped up with state-of-the-art 3D cinematography.  As a lifelong horror fan I was psyched to see this, just as a Streep fan I was excited to see DOUBT.  They wont be competing this awards season, it's true, but both come strongly recommended.  As long as you know what you are getting into.  I mean, it IS "My Bloody Valentine in 3-D".  So no surprises?&lt;br /&gt;I will start off by just saying WOW!  The 3D effects are pretty jaw-dropping (LITERALLY, but that comes later in one particularly gruesome character bump-off).  The opening credits come as a classy montage that show off not only some of the artistry of the filmmakers, but just how good this cinematic gimmick has become.  The story is set up quickly and efficiently, with the horror standard of "Tragedy Plus Time Plus Revenge Equals Terror" not breaking any new ground.  The iconic gas-masked miner-as murderer, often lit ominously from behind, gives both Jason and Freddy serious runs for their money, as the residents of this small mining town are systematically and gruesomely dispatched.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, this is not great cinema.  However, it is a great entry in the horror genre that has lately only been notable for lackluster remakes of old B-Horror flicks that have somehow achieved "classic" status.  An unconvincing love triangle fails, although DOES manage to succeed in throwing a wrench in the often easily-predicted actual identity of the killer.  There is gore and gratuitous nudity to spare, so die-hard 1980s horror fans will have plenty to love.  Ultimately, a film that seemed destined to impress no one succeeds spectacularly.  Expect nothing, and you will have a much better time than you could possibly expect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-125595869214367058?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/125595869214367058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=125595869214367058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/125595869214367058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/125595869214367058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-valentine.html' title='Don&apos;t Go Breakin&apos; My Heart...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SXNEzL6nScI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mt-2oq5Gm7A/s72-c/bloodyvalentine3dfinal_14024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3638088572170096552</id><published>2009-01-13T09:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:29:29.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred Reveals All (and forgets its going to press...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWyvCtMFNyI/AAAAAAAAARo/uMvvW-7Xmik/s1600-h/papers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWyvCtMFNyI/AAAAAAAAARo/uMvvW-7Xmik/s200/papers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290796123278358306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWyuxfIulcI/AAAAAAAAARg/LlD-ujPDivw/s1600-h/yikes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWyuxfIulcI/AAAAAAAAARg/LlD-ujPDivw/s320/yikes.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290795827448419778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got into work, and was greeted by the new issue of the Beacon Hill Times--  Very nice feature story written about me; sort of a "Where Is He Now?" story covering the year-plus since I closed up shop.  Lots of good info imparted here, and a nice plug for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Tucked into the middle of the article is the paragraph that the headline of this blog entry references:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He turned 40, got a tattoo, tried dying his hair black again, took up listening to country music, started writing a novel- a psychological thriller- and eventually began selling real estate..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reads kind of like "Fred closes his shop, dabbles in cliched rituals of the newly middle-aged, and eventually finds himself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, we all like a good tale of redemption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the hair-dye thing wasn't fooling anyone, and I totally get how the tattoo translates when I read it...  40 isn't/wasn't a bad thing (although THAT secret is now out/ Ha!), but 41 next month is sounding better and better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be cool if this gets the blog a bit more exposure, since for the most part Im pretty much just writing it for myself.  When I do hear from people it always catches me off guard and its pretty gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thanks, Beacon Hill Times (and writer Sandra Miller!) for the nice write-up!  Something to add to the scrapbook...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3638088572170096552?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3638088572170096552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3638088572170096552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3638088572170096552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3638088572170096552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-overshare-apparent-mid-life.html' title='Fred Reveals All (and forgets its going to press...)'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWyvCtMFNyI/AAAAAAAAARo/uMvvW-7Xmik/s72-c/papers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8198190678197953378</id><published>2009-01-09T15:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:34:31.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming CDs for Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWe0yJXUCpI/AAAAAAAAARY/O9QiYd6iTDE/s1600-h/psbthree_1024768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWe0yJXUCpI/AAAAAAAAARY/O9QiYd6iTDE/s200/psbthree_1024768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289395060970097298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWe0t-KZcAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hPPGqDqhamo/s1600-h/400539_bananarama_200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWe0t-KZcAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hPPGqDqhamo/s320/400539_bananarama_200x200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289394989243658242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from the REMEMBER THE EIGHTIES.COM website, it looks like both the Pet Shop Boys and Bananarama are readying new CDs to drop this Spring...  It'll be the first new full-length CD from PSB in five years, and the 'Nanas will be comprised of new music as well as covers of vintage disco anthems.  Their take on the Andrea True Connection's MORE MORE MORE a decade ago was pretty brilliant, so this bodes well for them.  Any stateside success for these projects is questionable, especially coming on the heels of Bananarama's DRAMA CD from a few years back, which failed to connect despite a few club hits.  PSB continue to garner critical acclaim and UK success, but, again, the US is even tougher to crack now than it was when they first hit the Top-10.  We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8198190678197953378?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8198190678197953378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8198190678197953378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8198190678197953378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8198190678197953378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/upcoming-cds-for-spring.html' title='Upcoming CDs for Spring!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWe0yJXUCpI/AAAAAAAAARY/O9QiYd6iTDE/s72-c/psbthree_1024768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-6442322841420926215</id><published>2009-01-09T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:41:04.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie at Louis Vuitton's Stephen Sprouse tribute, NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeMI3Np05I/AAAAAAAAARI/JYjZP-Ur7gA/s1600-h/performing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeMI3Np05I/AAAAAAAAARI/JYjZP-Ur7gA/s200/performing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289350371257996178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeMEX4-7QI/AAAAAAAAARA/prMhV2UQQH0/s1600-h/arrival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeMEX4-7QI/AAAAAAAAARA/prMhV2UQQH0/s320/arrival.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289350294130322690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wearing the vintage Sprouse she sported for the encore portions of the 1982 Blondie tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-6442322841420926215?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6442322841420926215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=6442322841420926215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6442322841420926215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6442322841420926215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/debbie-at-louis-vuittons-stephen.html' title='Debbie at Louis Vuitton&apos;s Stephen Sprouse tribute, NYC'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeMI3Np05I/AAAAAAAAARI/JYjZP-Ur7gA/s72-c/performing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2930759524179915841</id><published>2009-01-09T11:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:17:10.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeDAlJbD6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uWQ0lQpLWq8/s1600-h/RANT%2520JPEG_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeDAlJbD6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uWQ0lQpLWq8/s400/RANT%2520JPEG_B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289340333364809634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two stories I came across once I logged on to AOL this morning set me off; two nitwits whoring out their differeing agendas all over the media.  The first, and less offensive, was Tom Cruise blabbing about Scientology (again).  This time, it was referencing the (by all accounts) horifically tragic death of Jett Travolta.  Cruise addressed the questionable accounts of his "religion"'s role in the boy's illness and treatment thereof.  Cruise has already gotten his share of bad press for blowing off the funeral, but his role as talking head for the whole Scientology thing is growing increasingly irritating as more and more unsavory aspects of the organization come to light.  Anyone who saw that nutty video that had him ranting about that organization --  see below clip--&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFBZ_uAbxS0) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--will never look at him the same way again...  As awful as it sounds, if it surfaces that Jett's health would not have been put in jeopardy because of Scientologists refusal in believing that autism, mental illness, etc, can be treated pharmacologically then I look forward to the fallout.  Oddly, I am more offended by Cruise than I am by the Travoltas, whom I feel genuinely horrible for.  Cruise is pompous, while the Travoltas have at least exhibited class in regards to whatever they choose to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that truly disgusted me was Sarah Palin, once again whining about how she was used and abused by the media.  How dare she blame Katie Couric and Tina Fey for "exploiting" her, when her own actions were at the root of all the backlash to begin with.  And her whole idea of "who better" than she, as a mom of an unwed, pregnant teenager, to best be empathetic to the inherant challenges that come with such a challenge (and how dare the media jump on that??  Umm, maybe the parent of a teen who manges to NOT get pregnant)?  At least that would reflect the values in which she espouses so much, all the while casting aspersions on those who disagree with her particular value system?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO understand the wrinkles that manifest themselves when someone like Caroline Kennedy enters the fray.  While I don't think it's the "liberal media" canonizing her, I do think that her image, a direct result of her family's, works in her favor.  While she may not have the experience (yet) to govern a state, she NEVER gave off the vibe of being uneducated, backward, judgmental, or hypocritical.  I don't anticipate the vitriol that dogged Palin's 15 minutes of fame, but Sarah (and the machinery behind her) asked for it.  And if she didn't, she was clearly a Republican tool that backfired.  She was thrown under the very bus that she did not really earn the license to drive in the first place, and never really had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, reading some of the reader posts in response to these news stories, it is very clear that Palin's defenders use the same old ignorance and bigotry that their party is notorious for.  Obama isn't even in office yet, and they are still slagging him.  The "Hussein" nicknames still fly, and the awful etnic slurs are still flying. We share one country, but clearly behave like two...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2930759524179915841?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2930759524179915841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2930759524179915841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2930759524179915841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2930759524179915841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-two-stories-i-came-across-once-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWeDAlJbD6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uWQ0lQpLWq8/s72-c/RANT%2520JPEG_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-7174241762174524051</id><published>2009-01-05T11:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:53:52.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Doubt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWJF-4l2jzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rlUCN4xhRSI/s1600-h/DoubtPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWJF-4l2jzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rlUCN4xhRSI/s320/DoubtPoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287865859131739954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWJF7dc76BI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EtNgwfStObc/s1600-h/streep_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWJF7dc76BI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EtNgwfStObc/s200/streep_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287865800306976786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught Meryl Streep in DOUBT, which is a brilliant adaptation of John Patrick Shanley's Broadway play.  Without giving anything away, this film explores the suspicions of Streep's Sister Aloysious towards her parish's new priest, played by Philip Seymour Hoffman.  The allegations against the Father's relationship to the school's sole African American student are certainly inflammatory, and essentially cannot be proven.  The film unfolds like a thriller, with Streep injecting her role of the chillingly accusatory Sister with an aversion to the modernization of both the Catholic church as well as the country in general with enough no-nonsense pluck to make her almost endearing.  There are laugh out loud moments that might not have read that way on the printed page, so effective is Streep's portrayal.  The shadings and nuances of her Sister Aloysious allow for the possibility that perhaps her suspicions are less about Father Fleming, and have more to do with her own resistance to the change that was happening throughout the church as well as the country during it's 1960s setting.  Indeed, the little boy at the center of this maelstrom is isolated due not just to his shyness or his newness to the school, but because of the color of his skin.  Any affection towards a figure who shows him any sign of empathy or friendship would only be natural, and the forward-thinking Father counters his nemesis' accusations with some pointed (and perhaps valid) barbs of his own.  The showdown between these acting titans is nothing less than spectacular, and the script is crafted in a way that, despite what we believe we know to be true, there is always room for Doubt.  The climax of the piece reveals that doubt exists in many forms, and in many arenas.  While there is no "Happy" ending, per se, the seemingly appropriate resolution still leaves Streep, and the audience, ultimately devastated.  And THAT is Doubt's greatest impact.  Amy Adams, as the idealistic young nun who gets a crash course in the cruel way the real world can operate, serves as an excellent foil to both Father Flynn as well as Sister Aloysious.  Extra points for opening up a stagey theater piece with interesting set pieces, cimematography, and brilliant performances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-7174241762174524051?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7174241762174524051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=7174241762174524051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7174241762174524051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7174241762174524051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-in-doubt.html' title='When in Doubt...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SWJF-4l2jzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rlUCN4xhRSI/s72-c/DoubtPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-7497616028754964951</id><published>2008-12-30T11:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:35:32.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending 2009 with a cough and a sneeze...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SVpL4VfAa1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iVbDnTAXC1I/s1600-h/new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SVpL4VfAa1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iVbDnTAXC1I/s400/new-year.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285620543884651346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more full day of 2008, and (like lots of previous years!) its marked by "cold and flu-like symptoms"...  Greg has an upper-respiratory infection, discovered after a trip to the emergency room Sunday, and is dosed up on inhalers and Prednisone...  I'm not as bad, but have the next few days off to get back on track.  In the meantime, I have been catching up on all the books I have been putting off for one reason or another...  Fave authors like Janet Evanovich, James Patterson, Jeffery Deaver, and Sandra Brown all have new books out that I never got around to over the last six months, and some Christmas money came in handy to scoop them all up (Used) on Amazon.com (The BEST way to buy hardbacks, as they can often be snagged for $2-$3).  So in just a few sittings, I banged out the latest Stephanie Plum book (FEARLESS FOURTEEN), 7TH HEAVEN (Patterson's latest installment in HIS numbered series), THE BODIES LEFT BEHIND (Jeffery Deaver's latest stand-alone), YOUR HEART BELONGS TO ME (Dean Koontz's latest), and have just started THE BROKEN WINDOW, Deaver's latest Lincoln Rhyme thriller...&lt;br /&gt;So I have been keeping plenty busy non the book front.  &lt;br /&gt;DVD-wise, I snagged a few box sets.  My love of 80s horror is covered with the 8-disc NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET series, and my classic film fix was satisfied with the 6-disc THIN MAN series.  Screwball comedy meets sophisticated mystery with these films, the first installment based on the novel by Dashiell Hammett.  Myrna Loy and William Powell were the ORIGINAL Jonathan and Jennifer Hart (Hows THAT for Tuesday Night/ ABC-TV 1970s flashback?), in these martini-soaked mysteries set in the fabulous Deco 30s and 40s...&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to fill up my iPod (a new external hard drive was required to hold all that music!), as pretty much everything I own is now on my laptop.  Those free/cheap Russian download sites have been awesome, too!  I think I own everything  now!&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much covers the end of the year hijinks on my end.  Not exciting, but no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see 2008 almost behind me, a crap year (on every level) I can objectively state. Here's to a better 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-7497616028754964951?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7497616028754964951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=7497616028754964951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7497616028754964951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7497616028754964951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ending-2009-with-cough-and-sneeze.html' title='Ending 2009 with a cough and a sneeze...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SVpL4VfAa1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iVbDnTAXC1I/s72-c/new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4162626927142276725</id><published>2008-12-16T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:22:28.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Changes/ Update!</title><content type='html'>Update for the FredsPICKS blog--  I have now chosen to keep this blog strictly "Fred's Picks", and separate the professional, real estate aspect that was present here before.  That can now be found at www.marstonvossblog.blogspot.com   So now, this site will pertain strictly to updates on things I have been up to, things to recommend (books, movies, music, etc), and anything else that comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out the Marstonvossblog.blogspot.com for all news regarding the Boston real estate biz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4162626927142276725?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4162626927142276725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4162626927142276725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4162626927142276725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4162626927142276725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-changes-update.html' title='Blog Changes/ Update!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-5274744906978751466</id><published>2008-12-09T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:01:19.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/ST6yWAQdv6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/TdkvUanPXt8/s1600-h/Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/ST6yWAQdv6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/TdkvUanPXt8/s400/Snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277851904420724642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we head into the throes of the winter (yes, that is just around the corner), it’s a nice time to reflect on the past year as part of a thriving business here on Beacon Hill.  I started here at Marston Voss a year ago this past Fall, and so much has happened over the course of the ensuing sixteen months.  I have met and worked with some incredible people, learned invaluable lessons both about both real estate and working in an office environment in general, and got to see another year come and go in my favorite place on earth, Beacon Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I unfortunately have been a commuter these past two years, I love the neighborhood where I have been fortunate to both work and live over the course of nearly twenty years.  It still feels like home to me, and it always will (despite that pesky Quincy zipcode I have had of late…).  It’s a thrill to introduce potential new residents to this wonderful enclave, and love hearing feedback from clients I have placed here.  It is truly a very special and unique place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the new year approaches, we can’t help but notice that although the trees that line our streets may now be bare, the wonderful old oil lamps are now decoratively wrapped in garland and bows, and the storefronts are festively decked out for the holidays as well.  Because this office is located at the corner of Charles and Revere Streets, we are very lucky to have a front row seat to the holiday magic that transforms this picturesque community into a real slice of holiday Americana.  Carolers dressed in the garb of a century ago emphasize the timelessness that is so apparent this time of year, and we are happy observers as well as participants during this one time of year that seems to unite everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would personally like to extend my own warmest holiday greetings to the residents of Beacon Hill, both new and old, as well as those yet to be.  Beacon Hill is truly unique; a “small town” in a big city, unlike any other place I’ve known.  Thank you for being such wonderful neighbors, as well as clients.  Marston-Voss  prides itself on being a thriving and integral part of this community, and on behalf of the office and my co-workers, we wish you all a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and ultimately a wonderful and rewarding 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-5274744906978751466?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5274744906978751466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=5274744906978751466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5274744906978751466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5274744906978751466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;tis the Season...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/ST6yWAQdv6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/TdkvUanPXt8/s72-c/Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3154970989236821866</id><published>2008-12-06T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:23:42.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Novel Idea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/STq1C2KM18I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ud5e7YT_csM/s1600-h/nano_08_winner_viking_120x90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/STq1C2KM18I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ud5e7YT_csM/s320/nano_08_winner_viking_120x90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276728973920622530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/STq08JnzS8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/V6AEVYdpdro/s1600-h/nano_08_winner_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/STq08JnzS8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/V6AEVYdpdro/s400/nano_08_winner_large.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276728858885966786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent November on my first novel (WRITING one, that is...), and am happy to report I completed a first draft of nearly 60,000 words at this point.  Am taking some time away from it for now, as it was a lot of work in a short time span, and then have plenty of rewrites and editing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Participated in National Novel Writing Month (www.NaNoWriMo.org), which was a great motivator and online community that fostered high pressure writing, with deadlines, updateable wordcounts to chart progress and compare with other participating writers, discussion forums, etc etc.  If you made it to 50,000 words, you were a winner!  So that has been a lot of fun, and a lot of work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3154970989236821866?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3154970989236821866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3154970989236821866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3154970989236821866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3154970989236821866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/novel-idea.html' title='A Novel Idea...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/STq1C2KM18I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ud5e7YT_csM/s72-c/nano_08_winner_viking_120x90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8547233891834532052</id><published>2008-11-12T15:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:13:42.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cool thing about a blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SRs47WsD6RI/AAAAAAAAALs/UHsFUxYsoIE/s1600-h/imagesLB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SRs47WsD6RI/AAAAAAAAALs/UHsFUxYsoIE/s200/imagesLB2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267866781493750034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SRs42-aWL2I/AAAAAAAAALk/CFZKROqnGcc/s1600-h/imageLB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SRs42-aWL2I/AAAAAAAAALk/CFZKROqnGcc/s200/imageLB1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267866706257522530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is that sometimes people actually READ IT!  Such was the case with the publisher of that Boston photography book I reviewed last month.  That was actually sent to me unsolicited, with a request for a review on my site.  It was terrific, so I was glad to do it.  I may not have discovered that one on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, though, I was thrilled to get a "Thank You" email from Linwood Barclay, the particularly awesome writer who I also featured last month!  So a big THANKS BACK from me, Mr Barclay-- you made my week!  Now hurry up on that next novel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8547233891834532052?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8547233891834532052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8547233891834532052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8547233891834532052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8547233891834532052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/cool-thing-about-blog.html' title='The cool thing about a blog...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SRs47WsD6RI/AAAAAAAAALs/UHsFUxYsoIE/s72-c/imagesLB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3226013404424597998</id><published>2008-11-08T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:58:36.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Back to work after having been out several days...  Thrilled to death over the election/ we watched all night as the results came in...  First time in forever that I have been this wrapped up in an election, or the voting process.  Happy beyond happy, and despite starting out is a Hillary guy, I have to say that Obama adds something more.  Probably not having the feel of being a part of a political machine that comes with the Clinton's (or the Bush administration), his youth, the vitality of his family...  Not the color of his skin, although that alone is reason for celebration.  Wouldnt it be great if this was the beginning of the end (or the END of the end) of racial tensions?&lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote, I think its interesting and I am not at all surprised that Sarah Palin has apparently been thrown under the bus by her own party.  Gotta have a scapegoat.  I think between her star eclipsing that of her running mate, and the general ineptness and ill-preparedness that she displayed certainly made her an easy choice.  Her downfall, if it can be called that yet, was totally an inside job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3226013404424597998?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3226013404424597998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3226013404424597998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3226013404424597998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3226013404424597998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3091574756648476624</id><published>2008-11-01T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:40:30.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GoBAMA!!</title><content type='html'>Well, its down to three more days until the election…  In my 40 years, I can honestly say I can’t recall an election that was more eagerly anticipated, that I felt more connected to, and that was more important.  Judging from the reports on early voter turnout (and the news video of people waiting several hours in line) I am obviously not in the minority…  I wont miss the mudslinging and fear-mongering that is coming from the Repubs…  The character attacks on Obama, the fake speculation on his background and his associations, and pushing his lack of experience in the face of John McCain, his Bush similarities, and the horrific stunt-casting of Sarah Palin that (thankfully) seems to be his undoing ALL have made these past few months so wearing.  The upside to this, of course, is that it is mobilizing seemingly everyone to get out and vote.  We can only hope that we will actually have a new President-Elect by Tuesday night.  I cant imagine another “close” race that demands recounts and general shadiness.  Here’s hoping for an Obama landslide…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3091574756648476624?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3091574756648476624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3091574756648476624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3091574756648476624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3091574756648476624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobama.html' title='GoBAMA!!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4011564969644571430</id><published>2008-10-11T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:40:49.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston in Black &amp; White...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SPEPES7JVqI/AAAAAAAAALU/tJAP07FvmkA/s1600-h/Boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SPEPES7JVqI/AAAAAAAAALU/tJAP07FvmkA/s320/Boston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255998806591887010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Orwig's 2006 HISTORIC PHOTOS OF BOSTON is a treasure trove of images spanning two centuries, lavishly spread out over more than 200 pages, and richly deserving a place upon any Bostonian's coffee table.   These kinds of books (and this one, specifically) make great gifts, as everyone loves a bit of history when it comes to a town or city they love (or grew up in...), and photographs of familiar settings in bygone eras never fail to fascinate.  Orwig's compendium knows just what to show and what to tell, as the history of Boston from 1850 through the mid 20th century is brought to life through glorious, nearly full-page photos with just enough exposition to inform and entertain.  Boston's burgeoning neighborhoods, inhabitants, and landmarks are all well-represented, and Orwig (and Turner Publishing) gives his subject matter the respect and reverence it deserves.  A+ for content, and A+ for presentation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4011564969644571430?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4011564969644571430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4011564969644571430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4011564969644571430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4011564969644571430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/10/boston-in-black-white.html' title='Boston in Black &amp; White...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SPEPES7JVqI/AAAAAAAAALU/tJAP07FvmkA/s72-c/Boston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8820032951487725681</id><published>2008-09-22T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:50:19.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO CLOSE TO HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SNewpFBldhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JBV0wxd7upo/s1600-h/linwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SNewpFBldhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JBV0wxd7upo/s320/linwood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248858110493554194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you were on the edge of your seat, but I scored on eBay (and Borders) and am now all booked up for the next several weeks (Woo-Hoo!!)...  Still shouldnt keep me from grabbing the new Linwood Barclay book next Tuesday.  He wrote a series of 4 novels that were sort of comic-thrillers that were great (reminded me of Janet Evanovich), and then came out with "No Time For Goodbye" last year, which was a FANTASTIC thriller that moved like a rocket-- very much like the Harlan Coben books (who preceeded HIS brilliant suspensers with the lighter, Myron Bolitar series).  If you're a reader, and you like good genre fiction, then I HIGHLY RECOMMEND Linwood Barclay.  The new one is called TOO CLOSE TO HOME, out 9/30...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8820032951487725681?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8820032951487725681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8820032951487725681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8820032951487725681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8820032951487725681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-close-to-home.html' title='TOO CLOSE TO HOME'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SNewpFBldhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JBV0wxd7upo/s72-c/linwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8961570328027887894</id><published>2008-09-21T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:21:48.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to read, what to read...</title><content type='html'>As someone who frequently has more than one book going, simultaneously, Ive just noticed that I only have one book left on my stack before Im all out (Yikes)...  Big fan of thrillers/ Just finished the lastest John Lutz suspenser "In For the Kill", which was fantastic... Just started "Make Them Cry" by Kevin O'Brien (have read most of his stuff, and have emailed back and forth a few times with the writer), and that will do it!!  There are a few series that I have yet to tackle-- Robert Crais' Elvis Cole series, and the Lee Child/ Jack Reacher books (both come highly recommended, and I think I'll be picking up the 1st in each of their repective string of novels.  It is almost like when I was a smoker, and I got down to the last few menthols in the pack-- Gotta get more!!  I have to say, eBay is a great place to buy books in lots, often by author, although it can be daunting to get a pile of 10 or 15 books at a pop&gt;  We'll see how I like the Crais and Child intro books...&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, not a whole lot is going on with me right now  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8961570328027887894?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8961570328027887894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8961570328027887894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8961570328027887894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8961570328027887894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-read-what-to-read.html' title='What to read, what to read...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3590590958722637451</id><published>2008-09-15T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:15:36.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina Fey and Amy Poehler do Palin/Clinton on SNL!!</title><content type='html'>The full skit (as seen in bits and pieces on the news/ TODAY SHOW/ etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;BRILLIANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://perezhilton.com/tv/?videoid=4a7351283919d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3590590958722637451?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3590590958722637451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3590590958722637451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3590590958722637451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3590590958722637451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/tina-fey-and-amy-poehler-do.html' title='Tina Fey and Amy Poehler do Palin/Clinton on SNL!!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-633871008077952710</id><published>2008-09-10T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:22:25.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMgCSiwpcEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CvnRQ7xBSAU/s1600-h/aip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMgCSiwpcEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CvnRQ7xBSAU/s400/aip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244444283664691266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday sees the Double-DVD release of Gene Kelly's 1951 Best Picture winner AN AMERICAN IN PARIS, one of Hollywood's greatest musicals, and the perfect companion to Kelly's follow-up, SINGIN' IN THE RAIN.  What sets this apart from "Rain" is its Gershwin score, and it's amazing cinematography (which took incredible advantage of the Technicolor process).  Kelly is immensely likeable as Jerry, the "title character", an amiable artist falling for gamine Leslie Caron despite nearly being "kept" by benefactoress Nina Foch (happy to subsidize his art in exchange for companionship...).  A wonderful supporting cast round out this deceptively little film that is HUGE on production numbers, namely the "American In Paris Ballet" that comprises the final 17 minutes of this film.  Here, Jerry finds himself dancing within painted works of art.  Naysayers call this pretentious, but the idea of artist becoming the art was groundbreaking, both thematically as well as artistically, and clearly elevated this film from the genre musicals of the time.  A simple story amazingly presented.  Finally getting the deluxe treatment on DVD with assorted featurettes, and a full-length bio on Gene Kelly.  Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-633871008077952710?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/633871008077952710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=633871008077952710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/633871008077952710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/633871008077952710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-tuesday-sees-double-dvd-release-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMgCSiwpcEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CvnRQ7xBSAU/s72-c/aip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4305209058723816831</id><published>2008-09-10T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:52:03.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 63??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMf7KlWOHlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3o68TYvpB2w/s1600-h/Debs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMf7KlWOHlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3o68TYvpB2w/s320/Debs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244436450338807378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this/ Debbie Harry is looking more and more amazing.  This is from last night's FASHION ROCKS show, where she performed, and was lauded as being a style-trendsetter as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4305209058723816831?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4305209058723816831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4305209058723816831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4305209058723816831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4305209058723816831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-63.html' title='She&apos;s 63??'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMf7KlWOHlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3o68TYvpB2w/s72-c/Debs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-5620410250499734639</id><published>2008-09-05T16:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:56:24.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Campaign Silliness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMGc7zRW64I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0yuPL9gZ4y0/s1600-h/200px-Heart_Barracuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMGc7zRW64I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0yuPL9gZ4y0/s320/200px-Heart_Barracuda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242643992425196418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it when this kind of thing happens:  The Republicans "adopted" the classic 1977 HEART song "Barracuda" is a quasi-theme for Palin, and HEART responded with a lawsuit.  Other rockers have been in similar situations, most famously when Ronald Reagan co-opted Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA", not even grasping the cynicism and anti-Reagan era theme that the song was all about.  How embarrassing... Anyway, here is the article from the Boston Globe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rock group Heart has sent a message to John McCain and Sarah "Barracuda'' Palin: quit playing our 1977 hit ''Barracuda.''&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the presidential nominee finished his acceptance speech late Thursday and running-mate Palin joined him on the Republican National Convention stage in St. Paul, the sound system pumped the throbbing introductory guitar licks to "Barracuda.''&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the cleverest musical choice of both conventions. Heart's Ann and Nancy Wilson, like Alaska Governor Palin, are outspoken products of the Pacific Northwest, and the sisters's tune also could refer to Palin's Dazed-and-Confused-Era nickname of Sarah Barracuda, given for her intense high-school basketball play.&lt;br /&gt;But the Wilsons condemned the usage then and earlier in the convention, adding that Universal Music Publishing and Sony BMG have sent a cease-and-desist notice to the McCain-Palin campaign, &lt;a href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2008/09/05/mccain-palin-embrace-barracuda/"&gt;according to CNN&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE Friday morning: here's a statement by Ann and Nancy Wilson from &lt;a href="http://hollywoodinsider.ew.com/2008/09/heart-responds.html"&gt;EW.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah Palin's views and values in NO WAY represent us as American women. We ask that our song 'Barracuda' no longer be used to promote her image. The song 'Barracuda' was written in the late 70s as a scathing rant against the soulless, corporate nature of the music business, particularly for women. (The 'barracuda' represented the business.) While Heart did not and would not authorize the use of their song at the RNC, there's irony in Republican strategists' choice to make use of it there."&lt;br /&gt;No word so far on whether the tune would be dropped from the GOP playlist. "If the real thing don't do the trick,'' Ann Wilson sang in "Barracuda,'' "You better make up something quick.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-5620410250499734639?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5620410250499734639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=5620410250499734639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5620410250499734639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5620410250499734639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-campaign-silliness.html' title='More Campaign Silliness...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SMGc7zRW64I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0yuPL9gZ4y0/s72-c/200px-Heart_Barracuda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2252033855961997371</id><published>2008-08-30T13:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:28:15.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY WEEKEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SLmDFOTYvEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7ltBUeZeKos/s1600-h/AFG-070830-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363767184276546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SLmDFOTYvEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7ltBUeZeKos/s200/AFG-070830-011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labor Day Weekend, and all is nuts on Beacon Hill... Everyone, it seems, is moving in or moving out... We have all been juggling key-fetching/ tenant-calling/ landlord-chasing/ etc etc all for the big turnover that is September 1 (complicated further by the fact that it is Labor Day). The is the first time in 3 years that I personally haven't moved, so its nice to just have to deal with everyone else's craziness. Its also the first time as a real estate agent that I was a part of this concentrated period (last year I started a week AFTER it all). So no big holiday weekend plans beyond a cookout at Ken and Brett's tonite&gt; Will take Tuesday off... I imagine the rental-push will ease up a bit in September, but much of the month will be spent on the final condo sale that just went through (Woo-hoo!!)/ the closing is set for 9/30. Will try to solicit more sale properties, as this was my 3rd and last of the summer (and of my career in this so far...). Not too much else to report...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2252033855961997371?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2252033855961997371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2252033855961997371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2252033855961997371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2252033855961997371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-take-tuesday-off.html' title='HOLIDAY WEEKEND!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SLmDFOTYvEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7ltBUeZeKos/s72-c/AFG-070830-011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2828234551449204203</id><published>2008-08-25T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:36:34.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random link, but too funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lovefred.com/"&gt;http://www.lovefred.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why didnt I think of this???  I love the TShirts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2828234551449204203?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2828234551449204203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2828234551449204203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2828234551449204203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2828234551449204203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-link-but-too-funny.html' title='Random link, but too funny!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3448571995935169516</id><published>2008-08-21T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:10:30.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After 25 years, still feeling "Fascination"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SK2FGNd1diI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MCJ2FJqOxfE/s1600-h/belinda_carlisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236988283442263586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SK2FGNd1diI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MCJ2FJqOxfE/s200/belinda_carlisle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SK2EvKu4AFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BNJZVPSE8qE/s1600-h/league.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236987887571435602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SK2EvKu4AFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BNJZVPSE8qE/s200/league.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SK2Ep6yHH_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/XYesoOpfuL8/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236987797390696434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SK2Ep6yHH_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/XYesoOpfuL8/s400/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another blast from the past/ last night 4 of us headed over to the Pavilion to see the Regeneration Tour, with Naked Yes, A Flock of Seagulls, ABC, Belinda Carlisle, and the Human League. 10th Grade all over again, and not a bad thing. Once again we were moved up extra-close (3rd Row), and made friends with the people around us. This show, much moreso than the disco tour we saw a few weeks ago, showcased the actual bands (the previous concert featured the vocalists performing to prerecorded tracks). The Human League, as headliners, delivered a solid set of all the hits and near-hits (the highlights being 1982’s inescapable “Don’t You Want Me”, "(Keep Feeling) Fascination", and the encore “Together in Electric Dreams”). Belinda Carlisle drew from her solo catalog, and pleased the faithful with 3 Go-Gos hits as well, before closing with her biggest “Belinda” hit, “Heaven is a Place on Earth”. ABC scored as well, with “The Look of Love” and “Poison Arrow” among their biggest hits… Naked Eyes had the unenviable task of opening this show, which didn’t reach capacity until halfway through the concert. They opened with their signature “Always Something There to Remind Me”, which left the audience with nothing to look forward to. Five songs later, they finished with MTV near-staple “Promises Promises” before A Flock of Seagulls took to the stage. Lead singer Mike Score, looking paunchy and without his iconic/notorious 80’s hair, left pretty much everyone scratching their heads. By the time they closed with “I Ran”, all was forgiven, and the audience was back to going nuts…&lt;br /&gt;Another great nostalgia trip, with perfect weather and that great waterfront location. The seat upgrades didn’t hurt, either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3448571995935169516?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3448571995935169516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3448571995935169516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3448571995935169516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3448571995935169516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-25-years-still-feeling.html' title='After 25 years, still feeling &quot;Fascination&quot;'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SK2FGNd1diI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MCJ2FJqOxfE/s72-c/belinda_carlisle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-6167698045838915324</id><published>2008-08-16T14:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:26:57.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TROPIC THUNDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SKcazU9PtBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gz4x0ZiPWvo/s1600-h/tropic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235182560942732306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SKcazU9PtBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gz4x0ZiPWvo/s320/tropic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we checked out TROPIC THUNDER, which turned out to be the funniest movie I have seen in forever. Have always like Robert Downey, Jack Black cracks me up and killed in SCHOOL OF ROCK (but kinda lost me with NACHO LIBRE), and Ben Stiller has been grating on me since Zoolander, so my enthusiasm level was only so-so for this. Needing a laugh, and the showtime was right,  we found ourselveves plunking down our ticket money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is BRILLIANT. Hilarious satire of all things Hollywood, lampooning pretentious actors, genre filmmaking, Hollywood insiders and all the behind-the-scenes machinations that go into making a big budget film. I can’t really give anything away, unfortunately, because (not knowing much about this film until the credits rolled…) the best parts all come as surprises.  From the opening moments, where we are introduced to the characters via “trailers” to their respective upcoming projects (and in one case, a product endorsement/ alternate “revenue stream”…), to the surprise cameos (The secret Tom Cruise appearance has already been revealed and lauded), TROPIC THUNDER is right up there with WAG THE DOG (1997’s political satire) as one of Hollywood’s smartest and most effective send-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of the plot centers around the film adaptation of a Vietnam War vet’s memoir, and what happens when the plan to shoot the film in a hyper realistic guerilla-style (drop the actors in the jungle with a vague script outline, hidden cameras and special-effects devices planted along the way) goes horribly awry unbeknownst to the actors involved… (To say any more wouldn't be fair to ya...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleefully over-the-top, at times comically violent, and incredibly self-aware, TROPIC THUNDER is so much better than it even deserves to be. I laughed for 105 minutes straight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-6167698045838915324?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6167698045838915324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=6167698045838915324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6167698045838915324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6167698045838915324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/tropic-thunder.html' title='TROPIC THUNDER'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SKcazU9PtBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Gz4x0ZiPWvo/s72-c/tropic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-150186193680244897</id><published>2008-08-02T11:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:43:06.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJR59Z-4kwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6Fr2-oDNVE4/s1600-h/disco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229939163137610498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJR59Z-4kwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6Fr2-oDNVE4/s200/disco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we got free tickets (THANKS, Robert!!!) for the “Solid Gold Disco Party” concert on Boston’s waterfront, headlined by the Village People, along with various 70s one-offs and minor icons Evelyn “Champagne” King, Maxine Nightingale, the Hues Corporation, Musique, and emceed by Jimmy JJ Walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally fun, and totally worth the cost of the free ticket! It was basically Karaoke night up there, with the performers doing their signature hit/hits along with a bunch of disco-era numbers. So we got to hear Maxine Nightingale do “Right Back Where We Started From” along with other period tracks, Hues Corporation’s “Rock the Boat” alongside their renditions of similar chart-toppers, etc… It was cool, in that I think everyone was happy to see that, say, Maxine was still getting work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best surprise of the night was how strong a performer King was—She sounds better than ever, and really involved the crowd, one of the strangest cross-sections of an audience I have yet to come by—the gay contingent was obviously represented, but there were tons of suburban couples, a much older contingent, and plenty of 20-somethings… Pretty much everyone was on their feet the whole time, and by the time the Village People came out the show had already been going nearly 3 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the Village People. How crazy is it that these guys have become beloved American icons??? Initially, they were a bunch of guys who responded to an ad to “perform” as gay cultural archetypes that would be the basic concept for this 70s version of the Boy Band; the "visuals" to session musicians... It was an “in-joke” that most of America didn’t even get, and they were all over the airwaves (and TV) in the late-70s, performing songs with double-and-triple-entendres that would never fly on pop radio today. Now, after 30 years and a few personnel changes, they are still performing to packed houses. They have become the Disco Beach Boys. Im sure none of them ever bet what probably sounded like a gag in 1977 would take them through the next 30+ years, essentially performing the same 6 or 7 songs!!  To their credit, they were self-depracating and very hammy, and for what seemed like the ultimate guilty pleasure, it was encouraging to know that everyone was in on the joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really fun (and FREE!!) show that brought me back to my elementary school days. In two weeks we have the "Regeneration Tour", with a bunch of 80s acts that will take me back to the 10th grade...The cool thing is that I think these shows are as much fun for the audience as they are for the performers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-150186193680244897?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/150186193680244897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=150186193680244897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/150186193680244897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/150186193680244897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night-we-got-free-tickets-thanks.html' title='DISCO'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJR59Z-4kwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6Fr2-oDNVE4/s72-c/disco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-401282168485641099</id><published>2008-08-01T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:22:25.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJNweAxKzBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zpdiqXcWgII/s1600-h/sold.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229647253211892754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJNweAxKzBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zpdiqXcWgII/s200/sold.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just closed on the first deal, which had hit numerous snags (I already closed my 2nd condo)! Still one listing on the market, on which we just dropped the price&gt;&gt; This one should go pretty quickly now that we have hit August...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-401282168485641099?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/401282168485641099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=401282168485641099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/401282168485641099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/401282168485641099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/sold.html' title='SOLD!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJNweAxKzBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zpdiqXcWgII/s72-c/sold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8075550981614512699</id><published>2008-08-01T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:23:38.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August 1</title><content type='html'>August already. The non-Summer is hitting its final stretch. This time last year I was wrapped up in the closing of my business (and all that entails), had just moved to the South Shore, and had yet to sign on at my current employers. The past year has proven to be the longest (and, at times, the fastest) 12 months I’ve yet to experience. A lot has happened, some good (and some very bad). Have grown apart from some people, and gotten closer with others, and have seen people at their best and at their worst…&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn’t the calendar year, but to me it feels like the beginning of Book Two/ Chapter Two. Not sure how this book is gonna end yet, but there were twists along the way that I didn’t see coming, a few heroes, some villains, and plenty of drama. (Should make for a fairly quick beach read, regardless)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8075550981614512699?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8075550981614512699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8075550981614512699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8075550981614512699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8075550981614512699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-already.html' title='August 1'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-844645721761416394</id><published>2008-07-30T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:18:57.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie of the last 20 years gets the special treatment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJCGJHmJchI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8KIjmFRSLw0/s1600-h/LAC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228826658593141266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJCGJHmJchI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8KIjmFRSLw0/s400/LAC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazon has it for pre-order at $14.99...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(from dvdfanatic.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time coming, but on September 23, 2008, Warner Brothers Home Entertainment will release a new 2-disc Special Edition of the Oscar-winning, L.A. Confidential. Retailing at $20.97, this Widescreen only release will include:Audio Commentary by Critic Andrew SarrisMusic Only Track"Whatever You Desire: Making L.A. Confidential" Featurette"Sunlight and Shadow: The Visual Style of L.A. Confidential" Featurette "A True Ensemble: The Cast of L.A. Confidential" Featurette "L.A. Confidential: From Book to Screen" Featurette "Off the Record" Feature "Photo Pitch" Feature "L.A. Confidential" 2000 TV-Series Pilot Deleted ScenesTrailers and TV Spots And More! It will also be available on Blu-ray Disc (in 1-disc form) for $28.99. Features remain the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-844645721761416394?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/844645721761416394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=844645721761416394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/844645721761416394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/844645721761416394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-movie-of-last-20-years-gets.html' title='Best Movie of the last 20 years gets the special treatment!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SJCGJHmJchI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8KIjmFRSLw0/s72-c/LAC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2656967913736084224</id><published>2008-07-26T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:30:09.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook...</title><content type='html'>Finally got around to setting up a Facebook profile after much reluctance!  I have a MySpace which I barely check, and (after some prodding in the office) decided to give Facebook a shot.  Within an hour of setting up the account, I have heard from dozens of people-- mostly from high school, but a few from college, work, and assorted contacts along the way...  Very cool, although I wonder how much it will impact my communications with people- Beyond a few emails catching up with old acquaintances, and the always fun that goes with seeing recent pictures of people after 20 years...  It seems that some people are really hooked into the whole Facebook subculture.   Not sure if its entirely for me, but Im still at the "intrigued" stage, so the novelty hasnt yet worn off.  There were a handful of people on there who I have genuinely thought about over the last few decades (!!), so it has been cool to touch base.  My nieces are on there too, and after doing the whole "friend request" thing, I had to laugh (If I were in MY early 20s, would I really want to be online buddies with my aunts or uncles??).  On the occasions that I am in my hometown where I grew up, I still get that "I hope I dont run into anyone I know" feeling whenever I hit the mall, etc...  So I am not too convinced...  Hmmmmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2656967913736084224?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2656967913736084224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2656967913736084224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2656967913736084224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2656967913736084224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/facebook.html' title='Facebook...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4361041476384793411</id><published>2008-07-19T13:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:58:29.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...from the FRED'S PICKS racks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SIIrCUdBbeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3wLiKvg6FJo/s1600-h/ist2_2772207-the-movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224785836553367010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SIIrCUdBbeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3wLiKvg6FJo/s200/ist2_2772207-the-movies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SIIo7f7Z0rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yDn5pGkTQBk/s1600-h/dvds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224783520351244978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SIIo7f7Z0rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yDn5pGkTQBk/s200/dvds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... here are some "Fred's Picks"/ Fave DVDs, and all an excellent rent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/&lt;/a&gt; for any info on the following: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ON THE WATERFRONT&lt;br /&gt;L.A. CONFIDENTIAL&lt;br /&gt;JAWS&lt;br /&gt;SOME LIKE IT HOT&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE INDEMNITY&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN IN PARIS&lt;br /&gt;FROM HERE TO ETERNITY&lt;br /&gt;TOOTSIE&lt;br /&gt;POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE&lt;br /&gt;BROADCAST NEWS&lt;br /&gt;WORKING GIRL&lt;br /&gt;BOUND&lt;br /&gt;9 TO 5&lt;br /&gt;CINDERELLA MAN&lt;br /&gt;LANTANA&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD SIMPLE&lt;br /&gt;ACE IN THE HOLE&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;FASTER PUSSYCAT, KILL, KILL&lt;br /&gt;A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE&lt;br /&gt;GLADIATOR&lt;br /&gt;A PLACE IN THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;ALIEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4361041476384793411?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4361041476384793411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4361041476384793411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4361041476384793411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4361041476384793411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-freds-picks-racks.html' title='...from the FRED&apos;S PICKS racks!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SIIrCUdBbeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3wLiKvg6FJo/s72-c/ist2_2772207-the-movies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4998511262533217917</id><published>2008-07-02T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:04:13.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune's Favour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvDDmnH7BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bOHtvzgmjwI/s1600-h/GBSff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218479059910519826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvDDmnH7BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bOHtvzgmjwI/s200/GBSff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvC3MdYZBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B4l6Fq-CvS0/s1600-h/GBS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218478846731904018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvC3MdYZBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B4l6Fq-CvS0/s320/GBS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New this week: "Fortunes's Favour", the latest from newfoundland's best export GREAT BIG SEA! I got hooked on this group about three years ago, and have been lucky enough to see them live 3X in that interim. A winning mix of traditional Newfoundland and Irish folk with more straight ahead rock and pop, GBS has a hugely devoted and loyal following, and they are incredible live performers. This latest CD features some of the guys' best tracks, some of which were introduced last summer on their previous tour. Standouts include "Here and Now", "Straight to Hell", and the single "Walk on the Moon"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4998511262533217917?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4998511262533217917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4998511262533217917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4998511262533217917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4998511262533217917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/fortunes-favour.html' title='Fortune&apos;s Favour'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvDDmnH7BI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bOHtvzgmjwI/s72-c/GBSff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-9055016389057192461</id><published>2008-07-02T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:53:50.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvAqWmzRBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JVRvzfacupM/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218476427094213650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvAqWmzRBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JVRvzfacupM/s200/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 4th weekend, here again... No plans beyond working (most of the office is out in some capacity over the course of the rest of the week, so I will either reap the rewards or twiddle my thumbs! Friends from NY are up in Ogunquit, but unfortunately I wont be able to make it up there. I used to spend a week or two up there every year for the 4th, and these past few years I made it up even if just for lunch or something (to reconnect with old friends)... Easier when I was self-employed!! Instead I will be trotting around a client in town for the holiday, who will be moving here in September. Hooky will be played next week, with hopes of hitting Six Flags and Water Country. The second half of the month ends with a bang, as my two condo closings finally happen (the 18th and the 30th). A nice reprieve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-9055016389057192461?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9055016389057192461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=9055016389057192461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/9055016389057192461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/9055016389057192461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SGvAqWmzRBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JVRvzfacupM/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8278686617979932794</id><published>2008-06-19T10:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:15:32.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Them Your Color, Baby...  BLONDIE's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SFp1w5q6eXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L9caLxIWJEQ/s1600-h/debbie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213609001609754994" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SFp1w5q6eXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L9caLxIWJEQ/s320/debbie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SFp1iz46kII/AAAAAAAAAEs/QpG2dd2cWF4/s1600-h/debbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213608759539699842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SFp1iz46kII/AAAAAAAAAEs/QpG2dd2cWF4/s320/debbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SFp1bycdk7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/JoygF-9_PZc/s1600-h/blondie%2BParallel-Lines-30th-Anniversary-Tour.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213608638892839858" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SFp1bycdk7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/JoygF-9_PZc/s400/blondie%2BParallel-Lines-30th-Anniversary-Tour.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musically, the ultimate "Fred's Pick" has been Blondie, for over three decades now... The band emerged from New York's grimy downtown punk scene (along with the Ramones and Talking Heads), and paired a flawless AM radio pop sensibility with the energy and attitude of the new music movement that they helped create. Led by Deborah Harry, already on the plus-side of 30 and an icon herself as a female front-person in a basically All Guys business, Harry brought glamour and sex to punk, yet also brought to the table an icy detachment that never let you feel that she could be yours, unlike more traditional female sex symbols. Her ironic take on sexuality combined with the band's love of Pop Art made her, and them, media darlings and global superstars, and reigned as rock's hottest act of the late 1970s into the early 80s. Now, a reenergized Blondie is touring behind the 30th anniversary of the watershed album PARALLEL LINES, that spawned 6 Global smashes, and finally broke the band in the United States with the first "New Wave" #1 single, disco-hybrid "Heart of Glass". Blondie was and is cool because they were style-setters and trailblazers, thumbing their noses at what was the status quo in popular music, and scored hits that defied genre classification. They scored with "Rapture", the 1st "rap" #1, (and the first rap most radio listeners ever even &lt;em&gt;heard)&lt;/em&gt;. "The Tide is High" brought reggae to the top of the US charts, and "Call Me" and "Atomic" merged disco with power pop. Excursions into both 60s girl-group territory as well as the "punk" that they were initially identified with were merged seamlessly to create some of the rock era's most perfect pop singles. Their influence is still being felt today, and they are finally reaping the accolades of their place in music history, with last year's induction in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame sealing the deal. Now (amazingly) 63 years old, the seemingly ageless Harry is still prowling the global stage with Blondie, and is also producing new music herself. (Her solo NECESSARY EVIL was released this past year, propelled by club hit "Two Times Blue"). As for Blondie, and PARALLEL LINES, both sound as fresh today as they did in 1978...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8278686617979932794?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8278686617979932794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8278686617979932794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8278686617979932794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8278686617979932794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/06/blondies-back-one-way-or-another.html' title='Color Them Your Color, Baby...  BLONDIE&apos;s back'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SFp1w5q6eXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L9caLxIWJEQ/s72-c/debbie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1658020869362473810</id><published>2008-05-22T16:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:41:15.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"This Was Not A Boat Accident..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXlHO8YZgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ftQYSI_pUhg/s1600-h/FredJaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203316856929674754" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXlHO8YZgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ftQYSI_pUhg/s320/FredJaws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXkae8YZfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/v5NGCMjYsWc/s1600-h/Jaws2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203316088130528754" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXkae8YZfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/v5NGCMjYsWc/s200/Jaws2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXkTu8YZeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/soEra-TgbmE/s1600-h/jawslogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203315972166411746" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXkTu8YZeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/soEra-TgbmE/s400/jawslogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is Memorial Day weekend, the official kickoff to the summer "Blockbuster" movie season. Its hard to believe that 1975 saw the birth of this phenomenon, with the ultimate summer smash JAWS. What better way to celebrate the start of summer than with some ruminations about this definitive moment in popular culture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The JAWS phenomenon kicked off after the massive success of Peter Benchley's novel, and it was still riding high on the bestsellers list when the film (already notorious for an extremely difficult, and budget-busting, shoot) opened on June 20, 1975... Lines stretched around city blocks for weeks, as this extremely well-marketed film ingrained itself in our collective consciousness, and came to define Event Cinema. By tapping into our primal fears of the unknown, coupled with well-defined and masterfully played characters that we could all identify with, JAWS managed to both thrill and terrify, and still make us chuckle here and there. With a grizzled old sea-salt with a vendetta, a book-smart marine biologist who finds himself out of his league, and a hero who hated the water joining forces to topple the ultimate boogeyman, JAWS resonated with its global audience, and managed to transcend its genre and become a modern classic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abetted by John Williams' classic score, Steven Spielberg's breakout film becomes a swashbuckler as well as a monster movie, with action sequences that rival (and surpass) much of what followed in its wake. It is Hitchcockian in its approach to terror, in that what is implied actually scares more than what is shown onscreen, and the shark doesn't make its debut onscreen until well into the film (a not-exactly-bargained-for benefit of the near-impossibility of working with the laboriously constructed mechanical shark...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it spawned 3 sequels (the serviceable JAWS 2, and the wretched JAWS 3D and JAWS: THE REVENGE), nothing before or since has surpassed the original in sheer terror. Naysayers (and revisionist thinkers) blame this film for the shameless commercialization of the film industry, for placing boffo box-office biz before all else, and for the breakdown of American cinema's artistic aspirations. JAWS lit the fuse, perhaps, but the fact that this ultimate underdog (It barely managed to complete production) went on to become the first film to crack the coveted -but-never-quite-reached $100 Million mark only adds to its cache. And it has gone on to define Summer Cinema, both financially and thematically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it defined my life in 1975. But that's another essay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1658020869362473810?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1658020869362473810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1658020869362473810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1658020869362473810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1658020869362473810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-was-not-boating-accident.html' title='&quot;This Was Not A Boat Accident...&quot;'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXlHO8YZgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ftQYSI_pUhg/s72-c/FredJaws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8339679968093634936</id><published>2008-05-22T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:19:41.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Radio...  Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXVS-8YZdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XOjNbRCl6SY/s1600-h/crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203299466607093202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXVS-8YZdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XOjNbRCl6SY/s200/crayons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Tuesday saw the release of Donna Summer's first full-length release since 1991. CRAYONS finds disco's first (and biggest) superstar effortlessly spanning the generations with a surprisingly fresh CD that is her most consistent work since her heyday. While nothing will ever come close to the double-LP BAD GIRLS that defined radio in 1979, the 2008 version of Donna sounds like she has never left us, with a dozen tracks that are all strong and radio-and club- ready. The two standouts are "Fame (The Game)", and "Be Myself Again". The former a blistering, guitar-driven track that echoes her hit "Hot Stuff", a scathing indictment of what it is that defines "Celebrity" in this new milennium. The latter, an autobiographical ballad that finds Summer accompanied by only a piano as she reflects on the ultimate cost of her own stardom, stands as one of this icon's finest moments. Ironically, the record's low point is "I'm A Fire" (which has already hit #1 on the dance charts...). It is hard to believe it's been nearly 35 years since she first hit with "Love to Love You". CRAYONS sits comfortably among her best work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8339679968093634936?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8339679968093634936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8339679968093634936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8339679968093634936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8339679968093634936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-radio-again.html' title='On The Radio...  Again!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SDXVS-8YZdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XOjNbRCl6SY/s72-c/crayons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2161808894299473738</id><published>2008-05-12T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:15:24.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blurb</title><content type='html'>After a deal that fell through, and several setbacks, the condo sale finally went through today!  The Purchase and Sale, that is...  A delayed closing means no $$ until July 30, but at least its DONE (for the most part...).  So thats good news...&lt;br /&gt;The majority of today was spent writing my father's eulogy, that I will deliver Saturday at his "Celebration of Life".   It is a very surreal experience, because it forced me to think in the past tense; of something that has ended.  It also changed my perspective, and I found myself writing from a child's perspective.  Foraging through pictures and boxes of memories made me see my Dad again as I saw him when I was young, and it gave me a new appreciation for his role in my life... Feeling inspired, for Mothers Day we made a photo montage of all the wacky pics of Mom from my bar &amp;amp; DJ/VJ days.  Figured, why not do a tribute to someone while they are still around to enjoy it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2161808894299473738?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2161808894299473738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2161808894299473738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2161808894299473738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2161808894299473738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-blurb.html' title='Monday blurb'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-7762664218492594523</id><published>2008-05-07T17:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:27:52.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MADONNA: Four Minutes To Save Her Stature?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SCIqCxwlSqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8dEYLXHTWfU/s1600-h/madonna_widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197763147144186530" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SCIqCxwlSqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8dEYLXHTWfU/s320/madonna_widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week, Madonna released her 11th studio album (and her last for long-time label, Warner):  HARD CANDY closes this chapter in her career, and preceeds her new association with LiveNation-- her latest lucrative alliance. So, 2008 finds Madonna topping the global charts once again with her Justin Timberlake collaboration "Four Minutes to Save the World", from this new CD that also includes work with Kanye West, Pharrell Williams, and Timbaland. The Reinvention Queen has reinvented herself as marketable (once again) to US radio. That is basically what this project boils down to, in my opinion... How shrewd to show up, right out of the gates at LiveNation, with a global smash? While Madonna has never really lost her dominion over our popular culture, her grasp of her American audience has managed to lessen over the past ten years. She scored with "Music" and "Hung Up", and a few lesser hits since 2001, and her spectacular and smart disco extravaganza CONFESSIONS ON A DANCEFLOOR CD regained her some clout here, but since the US charts have been predominantly urban-leaning she has lost some of her audience . So what does she do? She reinvents herself as disposable and IRRELEVANT... And what happens? The smashing success of HARD CANDY! Its ironic, because (as a longtime fan and listener/ "spectator"), Madonna seems to have sold out for the first time. Instead of blazing trails (or legitimizing lesser-known trails...), she finds herself in the company of Fergie and Nelly Furtado:  Smart, shrewd, and disconcerting. If Madonna has chosen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt; to be generic, than she is even more of a whiz than anyone ever gave her credit for. While the CD does have its high points (It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;, after all, still a Madonna record...), only a few tracks would sit comfortably with the rest of her catalog. Its very "today". It wont be very "tomorrow"... At worst, this will find her sitting very pretty with industry execs at LiveNation once she kicks off her next phase. At best, we have a mediocre new CD from Madonna, with a few singles we'll be humming all summer. Hmmmmmmmm...  Well played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-7762664218492594523?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7762664218492594523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=7762664218492594523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7762664218492594523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7762664218492594523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/madonna-four-minutes-to-save-her.html' title='MADONNA: Four Minutes To Save Her Stature?'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SCIqCxwlSqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8dEYLXHTWfU/s72-c/madonna_widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-8404237367518067928</id><published>2008-05-05T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:52:14.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Montage/ Memorial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8b3VohBQ1Fk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8b3VohBQ1Fk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Memorial/ Celebration of Life May 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song "Even Now" by Linda Eder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-8404237367518067928?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8404237367518067928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=8404237367518067928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8404237367518067928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/8404237367518067928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/photo-montage-memorial.html' title='Photo Montage/ Memorial...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-7520701085929223749</id><published>2008-05-01T11:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:24:01.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fave Book-of-the-Moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SBnfvaRBYkI/AAAAAAAAADs/EBv7DPiZI-o/s1600-h/skc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195429650746139202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SBnfvaRBYkI/AAAAAAAAADs/EBv7DPiZI-o/s200/skc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff Povey's THE SERIAL KILLERS CLUB has quickly become my favorite book of the last six months, easily... Deftly straddling both the thriller and the satire genres, SKC concerns a lonely guy who assumes the identity of a serial killer who very nearly took his life, had our hero not killed him in self defense. Lured by a mysterious ad for a top-secret social organization of serial killers, our narrator annoints himself "Douglas Fairbanks, Jr." and insinuates himself amongst his not-quite-peers (each nicknamed after a famous celebrity)... Soon enough, he finds himself thriving on the twisted sense of community the group offers him, but not before FBI agent Wade shows up, who may or may not have proof that our hero did, indeed, kill his attacker and got away with it. (Think "Desperately Seeking Susan" meets "The Silence of the Lambs").  Now, "Dougie" must bump off his "fellow" serial killers, or find his own future in jeopardy. But as he finds himself falling for "Betty Grable", he wonders if Detective Wade is really who he claims to be, and just what Wade's motivations truly are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are moments in THE SERIAL KILLER'S CLUB that are laugh out loud funny, thanks to the unique voice Povey gave "Dougie", and the sheer absurdity of Burt Lancaster and Cher comparing notes on their hideous deeds, and a "Carole Lombard" who will not let his gender be defined by his chosen screenstar nickname...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SKC is both gruesome and hysterical, and (much like the series of DEXTER novels) manages to fill its own niche in popular fiction. A DEFINITE "Fred's Pick"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-7520701085929223749?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7520701085929223749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=7520701085929223749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7520701085929223749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/7520701085929223749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/jeff-poveys-serial-killers-club-has.html' title='Fave Book-of-the-Moment..'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SBnfvaRBYkI/AAAAAAAAADs/EBv7DPiZI-o/s72-c/skc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1220184354811620468</id><published>2008-04-28T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:49:46.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DESTINATION MOON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SBY4VaRBYjI/AAAAAAAAADk/2D33HqxDtn4/s1600-h/debcox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194401160697569842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SBY4VaRBYjI/AAAAAAAAADk/2D33HqxDtn4/s200/debcox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance/ R&amp;amp;B Diva Deborah Cox somehow managed to emerge from her late-90s heyday ("Things Just Aint the Same"/ "Nobody's Supposed to be Here"), when her urban-flavored album tracks were transformed by remixer Hex Hector into massive big-room club stompers that virtually defined the 1998 club landscape, to find herself planted squarely in 2008, via 1956. DESTINATION MOON is her homage to vocalist extraordinaire Dinah Washington, and is a sultry and swinging collection of a dozen key tracks from Washington's impressive canon. Its easy to be a cynic when familiar voices from the past who have become less- and less-familair as the years go by find themselves exploiting the classics to make themselves relevant again. Linda Ronstadt, most notably, paved the way with her Nelson Riddle trilogy more than 2 decades ago. Rod Stewart has gone back to the well 4 times with his "Songbook" series, each one more successful than the last. Cox certainly doesnt have the name recognition of a Stewart or Ronstadt, so I was more inclined to give her a pass and allow for the possibility that this effort wasnt purely motivated by easy sales. Plus, she's got a great voice-- I was excited to give it a listen, and the gamble paid off! Washington's songs are standards, yes, but ones that were ready to be revisited, and ready to be reinterpreted. These are not the same old handful of tracks that turn up on every nostalgia collection, and Cox's vocal chops more than rise to the occasion. She swings, she belts the blues, and she croons. Best (and title) track: her thrilling take on Dinah's signature "Destination Moon"... A definite Fred's Pick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1220184354811620468?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1220184354811620468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1220184354811620468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1220184354811620468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1220184354811620468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/destination-moon.html' title='DESTINATION MOON!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SBY4VaRBYjI/AAAAAAAAADk/2D33HqxDtn4/s72-c/debcox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4448563752595041102</id><published>2008-04-27T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:05:34.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLD TIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/mCZOPTT7O5EI:mAZRABQKO9P4R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished this one yesterday afternoon-- HIGHLY RECOMMENDED/ Harlan Coben's books are the best&gt;&gt;   (Link, above,  for a preview)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4448563752595041102?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4448563752595041102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4448563752595041102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4448563752595041102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4448563752595041102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/hold-tight.html' title='HOLD TIGHT'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2174276075852288847</id><published>2008-04-23T09:27:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:12:47.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to the FUTURE of my PAST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SA9ABqRBYiI/AAAAAAAAADc/gjYBbHSte4I/s1600-h/aladdinsane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SA9ABqRBYiI/AAAAAAAAADc/gjYBbHSte4I/s320/aladdinsane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192439292651201058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting a link to a great (and CHEAP) site for music downloads I have been going nuts filling up my iTunes library, figuring I should take advantage because nothing this good ever lasts...  So, I have been filling up my back catalog of artists that I wouldnt necessarily spring full price for.  Therefore, for example,I am no longer content to own the CHANGESBOWIE David Bowie compilation, but now feel I must own every Bowie album I owned as a kid.  (Bowie was my obsession as a kid, along with Charlie's Angels and JAWS.  I wanted to be him for Halloween- see the posted pic of the "Aladdin Sane" LP cover for my inspiration- but my mother wouldn't let me shave my eyebrows off...  I have since forgiven her...) Same with Alice Cooper records.  Greatest Hits CDs may be essential, but replacing stuff I owned on vinyl in elementary school is like a bizarre trip down memory lane...  Aside from the obvious nostalgia of hearing the more obscure tracks after 25+ years, I find that I really miss holding the record; the 12" square LP record jacket with the pictures and the liner notes, etc etc...  So much for a format that was made obscure by cassettes (Ahhhhhhh, the 80s...), which in turn were eclipsed by CDs  (Ahhhhhhh, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LATE &lt;/span&gt;80s...), the rapidly vanishing format of a tangible medium.  So, now we are all digital.  And its all still good, and brings me up to speed.  I am completely modern and of -the- moment, and am happily able to live in my past.  With just a few clicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duran Duran?  23 years was a long time to wait to own the SEVEN AND THE RAGGED TIGER record, but I held out, and now it's mine.  And under a buck, complete with album artwork!  And no embarrassment on the checkout line at Sound Odyssey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2174276075852288847?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2174276075852288847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2174276075852288847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2174276075852288847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2174276075852288847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-getting-link-to-great-and-cheap.html' title='Listening to the FUTURE of my PAST...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SA9ABqRBYiI/AAAAAAAAADc/gjYBbHSte4I/s72-c/aladdinsane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-5943442223519699682</id><published>2008-04-22T10:57:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:17:08.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What?  Someone else has a blog??</title><content type='html'>The funny thing about a blog... you never know who has one, and what you may find! The following (below) was discovered by my boss at work, who came upon it completely by accident when Googling for some information on Beacon Hill. Granted, the following blog was posted by someone from last summer-- shortly following the announcement that I was closing my shop--- not exactly breaking news these days...I am re-posting it not just because it is a bit "newsworthy" to me, but also because it touches upon themes of loss, and of taking things for granted, and regret... (i.e. how Ive spent the last few weeks, coping with the loss of my father).So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Friday, July 20, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="1540245284802212652"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Yesterday: Running a Video Store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;For a while, my Grandfather Rogers was a blacksmith. He chose this profession because it was improvement over life on the farm, and because in the early 1900's he didn't realize that, career-wise, he was beating a dead horse. Sure, there were still horses around for a good long while, but, "Hey, pal, get a car," which is how my father and his buddies would taunt the few remaining horse drawn travelers still around during the 1920's.My grandfather's next career had more long run staying power, that's for sure.With his brother, Jim, he opened a tavern, grandly and quite imaginatively named The Rogers Brothers Saloon. (None of this Roscommon Pub, or Thirsty Druid, or Tir na Og for yer man in those days. I grew up in the same part of Worcester where The Saloon was, and the area was full of equally imaginatively named bars and taverns: McGuire's Breen's, Mulcahy's, Moynahan's, Donahue's, and Hennessey's.) The Rogers Brothers Saloon did have its own theme song, however, sung to the tune of "Back Home Again in Indiana:"Back home again, in Rogers' bar roomThat's the place I long to be...Unfortunately, bar-keeping went tempoarily the way of the buggy whip and blacksmith, and Rogers Bros. was closed down by Prohibition.Neither one of the Rogers Bros. had to spend much time worry about a next career move. They both died - still in their forties, Jim perhaps even younger than that - in the early 1920's, leaving my grandmother and Great Aunt Annie with young kids and little money.Careers come. Careers go. And, technology being what it is, the pace at which they go grows ever more accelerated. (Clerk-typist: does this job category even exist anymore?)I was thinking about all this when I saw in our little neighborhood newspaper, the wonderful Beacon Hill Times, that Fred's Video on Charles Street is closing.Not that I can even begin to feign surprise.When was the last time I checked anything out at Fred's?Not since we got Comcast On Demand, thank you. (Sorry, NetFlicks is just too much pressure to decide in advance. Everything comes around to On Demand eventually.)No more making reservations at Fred's. No more browsing the stacks on Saturday evenings, trying to decide whether we were up for two flicks - or even three. No more pouncing on a video that someone had just returned. No more shoving my returns into the slot early on Sunday morning, only to find that the receptacle was so fillled that you had to prod other returns out of the way.No more Fred.He is shutting down ...Fred Rose has been a neighborhood fixture for so many years, going from Emerson College kid in 1990, when he started working at the store he bought in 1996, to nicely graying before our very eyes.According to the article in the BH Times, he hasn't yet decided what he's doing next. He is personable, hardworking, entrepreneurial, and business-savvy enough to know when to call it quits. (Wish I'd had that good sense a few stops along the way.) I wish him the best of luck. I'm sure he'll do just fine.For now, I'll have to wonder what will go into the spot that Fred's Video is vacating.We absolutely have enough realtors in the neighborhood. We're good on restaurants, coffee shops, grocery/convenience, and liquor stores. We've got a local, unchained drugstore and hardware store. A shoe repair shop. Upscale gift shops, funky "stuff" shops, and shops that cater to rich kiddos, skinny young things, prepsters who buy cumberbunds with lobsters on them, and folks who pay lots of money for handbags. We have our very own Post Office - plus a UPS store. Antique stores we've got.It would be nice to have a bookstore.I know, I know. The ones we've had here haven't been able to make a go of it. There are two Borders and B&amp;amp;N a short walk away.Still, if some rich Beacon Hiller wanted to open bookstore... Someone who, unlike Fred, does not need to earn a living...The space that Fred's Video occupies is not very large. It would have to be a teensie, tiny little bookstore. Perhaps it could just carry poetry. Or children's books. Mysteries. Travel guides. Or books that I like to read. (I'd be happy to supply a list.)I know that we're told that books, like videos, are so yesterday.Still, wouldn't it be nice to have our very own little book boutique? Hopefully owned and operated by someone as nice and good for the neighborhood as Fred was for all these many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-5943442223519699682?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5943442223519699682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=5943442223519699682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5943442223519699682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5943442223519699682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-thing-about-blog.html' title='What?  Someone else has a blog??'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2043665646974336274</id><published>2008-04-13T13:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:42:01.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppini Sisters:  Must-have download!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SAJACWPUUhI/AAAAAAAAADI/3ThHBbOqYSg/s1600-h/puppinis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188780129757975058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SAJACWPUUhI/AAAAAAAAADI/3ThHBbOqYSg/s320/puppinis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like it could be a novelty/ throwaway, but I would call them less of a gimmick than a curiousity that you need to check out... These are serious vocalists, with a tremendous amount of respect for their musical inspirations...Here is a trio, "sisters" a la 40s-era Andrews, complete with vintage hair and outfits BRILLIANTLY covering some of WWII's best-loved swing standards ("In the Mood", "It Don't Mean a Thing if it Aint Got That Swing", etc), yet places these homages alongside cover versions of relatively current hits by such disparate artists as Kate Bush, Blondie, the Bangles, and even Beyonce. So "Crazy In Love" sounds like it BELONGS with a standard like "Sway", and totally kicks it 40s-style... Of course, you will need to have a bit of an open mind if this music is completely alien to you, but if you can allow for that you will be rewarded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Puppini Sisters have 2 CDs out now, and a fiercely devoted following. If this were to inspire a revival of Roosevelt-era vocals a tenth of the magnitude that the film SWINGERS did for vintage and new swing, we could all be very lucky. Their version of "Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B" gives Bette Midler's definitive take a run for its money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and you have never heard Disco stompers "I WIll Survive" or "Heart of Glass" as you will on the Sisters 2 available CDs. Highly Recommended!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2043665646974336274?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2043665646974336274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2043665646974336274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2043665646974336274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2043665646974336274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppini-sisters-must-have-download.html' title='Puppini Sisters:  Must-have download!!!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SAJACWPUUhI/AAAAAAAAADI/3ThHBbOqYSg/s72-c/puppinis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-4487053818585404956</id><published>2008-04-11T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:30:55.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As good as the book?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SAAec8rePrI/AAAAAAAAADA/nWTQ2FSYgjs/s1600-h/ruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SAAec8rePrI/AAAAAAAAADA/nWTQ2FSYgjs/s320/ruins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188180253404446386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book ROCKED...  Completely creepy, claustrophobic, and freaky.  I have put off seeing this film, though, I gotta say.    A brilliant horror novel often translates into crap once its adapted.  Granted, the writer (who penned the incredible A SIMPLE PLAN, as well as its Oscar-winning screenplay that starred Billy Bob Thornton) also wrote THIS film adaptation.  I dunno, the trailers look a bit lame.  There arent too many decent thrillers out there, I still may check it out.  Id tell you the plot, but then you'd think I was nuts to love the book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-4487053818585404956?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4487053818585404956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=4487053818585404956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4487053818585404956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/4487053818585404956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-good-as-book.html' title='As good as the book?'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SAAec8rePrI/AAAAAAAAADA/nWTQ2FSYgjs/s72-c/ruins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2601344963131051494</id><published>2008-04-09T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:48:50.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More PICKS!  (Or "Picks-To-Be", hopefully...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_0dYcrePqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SmnIKv6HMtY/s1600-h/coben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187334651653275298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_0dYcrePqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SmnIKv6HMtY/s320/coben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_0dS8rePpI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qvo7VNYq_wI/s1600-h/mhc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187334557163994770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_0dS8rePpI/AAAAAAAAACw/Qvo7VNYq_wI/s320/mhc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I just finished TURNING ANGEL, the book I blogged about last week, I am now in the market for my next book, which will most likely be the new thriller by Mary Higgins Clark. I find her consistently reliable, a quick and easy read, and her fiction to happily be not overly dense. She's about all I can take right now! (WHERE ARE YOU NOW/ Released Today...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week sees the release of Harlan Coben's new thriller HOLD TIGHT. He is definitely me favorite author of the moment, and Ive read everything he has ever written, often in one or two sittings. Intricately plotted, rollercoaster-ride suspense with twists upon twists-- Im hoping this is as good as his previous ones. Again, that comes out next Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2601344963131051494?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2601344963131051494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2601344963131051494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2601344963131051494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2601344963131051494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-picks-or-picks-to-be-hopefully_09.html' title='More PICKS!  (Or &quot;Picks-To-Be&quot;, hopefully...)'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_0dYcrePqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SmnIKv6HMtY/s72-c/coben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-6683848149350185496</id><published>2008-04-09T10:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:28:14.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_zZ8lggshI/AAAAAAAAACI/jaBpAhBELJk/s1600-h/woolworths1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187260505707819538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_zZ8lggshI/AAAAAAAAACI/jaBpAhBELJk/s320/woolworths1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am on auto-pilot. My father is being cremated this afternoon, and I feel completely isolated and disconnected. The memorial and "Celebration of Life" will be held in mid-May, but today is a dark day for me.. Here is a great pic of Dad and me from one of those Woolworths photobooth things/ I think Im about 3 years old here&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_zaVVggsiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KZ42B-Yn9LY/s1600-h/eva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187260930909581858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_zaVVggsiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KZ42B-Yn9LY/s320/eva1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...and here is a great pic of my father in his Navy days, posing here with his buddies and Eva Gabor..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...his last words to me were "I Love You, and You Take Care".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Im trying.  I will be glad when this week is over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-6683848149350185496?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6683848149350185496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=6683848149350185496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6683848149350185496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6683848149350185496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_zZ8lggshI/AAAAAAAAACI/jaBpAhBELJk/s72-c/woolworths1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1121838988655007781</id><published>2008-04-07T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:01:47.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On a happier note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_phhFggsgI/AAAAAAAAACA/0BH4riX2l4s/s1600-h/snoopy-happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186565141912662530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_phhFggsgI/AAAAAAAAACA/0BH4riX2l4s/s320/snoopy-happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and a much-needed distraction, it looks like that condo deal is going through after all! I hope so, because I am running out of Snoopy pics! The inspection is set for this Thursday at 4pm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1121838988655007781?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1121838988655007781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1121838988655007781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1121838988655007781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1121838988655007781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-happier-note.html' title='On a happier note...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_phhFggsgI/AAAAAAAAACA/0BH4riX2l4s/s72-c/snoopy-happy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-3773988304919849052</id><published>2008-04-07T10:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:18:00.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad...</title><content type='html'>This past Friday my father passed away. The reality is just beginning to settle in, as this was a man who battled (and beat) cancer 25 years ago, and after a 1997 quadruple bypass managed to outlive his expected 5-6 years by double that amount. We often joked that 20 years from now we would still have him around defying the odds, sitting outside, having a smoke and greeting the neighbors who all knew and loved him...  Now, flowers mark the place where he once held court...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first experience with someone so close to me passing away. I was close with my grandmother, sure, but the generational disparity there alone assured me some distance when the inevitable happened there, thirteen months ago. I had lost a good friend very unexpectedly in an automobile accident during the Christmas season, 2002. But a familial loss is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, all the little nuances and attributes of my relationship with my father took on greater resonance. Things that I had long forgotten about resurfaced. The personality traits of his that were less than spectacular took a backseat to memories of him taking my friends and me to drive-in movies and rides to the mall or the skating rink on weekend nights. Of he and I doing the dishes in the kitchen while I blared records from the den, enlightening him to the Stray Cats, Blondie, the Ramones, and Culture Club. "What's Blondie been up to these days?" he would often ask, as recently as a few years ago... He was proud of my owning my former business, and was very inquisitive about my new job in real estate.  He was also happy and supportive of my personal relationships, and got to meet Greg and his parents-- That I am particularly happy about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also happy to have been a relatively frequent visitor to Hawaii, where I got to see him on a somewhat recurring basis over the years. We weren't HUGE communicators, to be honest, but we always talked about my friends that he remembered from when I was growing up, about books that he had been reading, and about my nieces (his grandchildren) who were his pride and joy. Dad was happy to keep to himself, was happy to lose himself in a good spy novel, and to keep me updated on any hijinks involving Yasmin, Jihan, or his other buddies (the cats!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he wasnt overly forthcoming about any mysteries surrounding his own upbringing and family life, nor were any insights shed about a few unanswered questions about things that went on when he was raising us, leaves us with a father who was a flawed guy with a big heart; a simple man on many levels, yet enigmatic to the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him, and I miss him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-3773988304919849052?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3773988304919849052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=3773988304919849052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3773988304919849052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/3773988304919849052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-past-friday-my-father-passed-away.html' title='My Dad...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-292089823937056399</id><published>2008-04-05T12:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:26:40.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IN MEMORIUM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_eoQlggsfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KKhQLQ_vHmU/s1600-h/Dad%26Fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185798498840261106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_eoQlggsfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KKhQLQ_vHmU/s320/Dad%26Fred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Charles E Rose (8/21/30- 4/4/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-292089823937056399?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/292089823937056399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=292089823937056399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/292089823937056399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/292089823937056399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-memorium.html' title='IN MEMORIUM...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_eoQlggsfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KKhQLQ_vHmU/s72-c/Dad%26Fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-5824062897199516372</id><published>2008-04-03T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:37:37.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOOOOOOOOO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_VGT1ggseI/AAAAAAAAABw/HhQa-dnyy6Q/s1600-h/Snoopy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185127852581892578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_VGT1ggseI/AAAAAAAAABw/HhQa-dnyy6Q/s320/Snoopy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red tape!! Deal stalled for now...  All is not lost/ more showings lined up, and another open house this Sunday.  Why did I assume everything would just go smoothly???  LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-5824062897199516372?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5824062897199516372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=5824062897199516372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5824062897199516372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/5824062897199516372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/boooooooooooo_03.html' title='BOOOOOOOOOOOO..'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_VGT1ggseI/AAAAAAAAABw/HhQa-dnyy6Q/s72-c/Snoopy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-9129758358938208399</id><published>2008-04-02T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:03:05.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_P0UFggscI/AAAAAAAAABc/H_yuBVBD9IM/s1600-h/snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184756221946671554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_P0UFggscI/AAAAAAAAABc/H_yuBVBD9IM/s320/snoopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Condo offer was finally accepted!! Let the paperwork begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-9129758358938208399?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9129758358938208399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=9129758358938208399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/9129758358938208399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/9129758358938208399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/hooray.html' title='HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_P0UFggscI/AAAAAAAAABc/H_yuBVBD9IM/s72-c/snoopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1004769927655265988</id><published>2008-04-02T12:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:39:09.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A literary "Fred's Pick" in the making!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_O2mVggsbI/AAAAAAAAABU/kDVoL8wvyuc/s1600-h/iles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184688365758362034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_O2mVggsbI/AAAAAAAAABU/kDVoL8wvyuc/s320/iles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm one-third of the way through TURNING ANGEL, another of author Greg Iles' Mississippi-based thrillers. I have read several of his novels (including the recent TRUE EVIL), and I have to say that he's got to be one of my fave writers. His fiction is dense and literate, and deals with difficult issues of morality and ethics against a backdrop of smalltown seaminess, murder, and more. His protagonists never fail to draw you in, and this one is no exception. Its too soon to delve into plot (as his plots are never what they seem), but rarely has a book grabbed me this quickly. This one is a few back in his catalog/ I think he has written two since TURNING ANGEL, but any of his books are a good launching point. The tension tightens like a vise as the chapters fly by. For those who like their thrills on a DVD player, seek out TRAPPED, based on Iles' novel 24 HOURS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1004769927655265988?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1004769927655265988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1004769927655265988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1004769927655265988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1004769927655265988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/literary-freds-pick-in-making.html' title='A literary &quot;Fred&apos;s Pick&quot; in the making!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_O2mVggsbI/AAAAAAAAABU/kDVoL8wvyuc/s72-c/iles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1265062810426015578</id><published>2008-03-31T11:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:26:26.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit downbeat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_EMalggsaI/AAAAAAAAABM/GnUtZQNAFIg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183938296964755874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="225" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_EMalggsaI/AAAAAAAAABM/GnUtZQNAFIg/s320/Copy+of+Picture+002.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_EMP1ggsZI/AAAAAAAAABE/twNLq8pZCwE/s1600-h/braveone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183938112281162130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="298" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_EMP1ggsZI/AAAAAAAAABE/twNLq8pZCwE/s320/braveone.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has been a bit of a crazy month with me, here... Have been incredibly sidetracked with the unexpected failing health of my father (which seems to be changing on a daily basis). The fact that he lives in Hawaii with my sister and her family makes it that much more difficult. I flew out 2 weeks ago to see him in the hospital (where he remains...), and his condition seems to have improved (COPD/ Emphysema, which lead to a dizziness/lightheadedness and a resulting fall. 20 stitches above his eye, and massive cerebral bleeding... It looks as though he will be requiring care 24/7 once he is released. He has had more than one very close call in the past (cancer, quadruple bypass, etc) so its safe to say there is room for some cautious optimism... My sister has gone above and beyond the call, and Im grateful that she is there for him (even though, as a patient, he can be a pain in the ass!) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats her in the picture with me, taken last summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...As for me, I am okay. I find Im a bit flightier than usual these days, and prone to bouts of moodiness and distractedness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SPEAKING of moodiness (terrible segue), we just rented THE BRAVE ONE starring Jodie Foster as a mugging victim (that took the life of her fiancee), and the sense of alienation and dislocation that consumes her as a result. She becomes a vigilante of sorts, and attempts to reclaim her life, only to find that she remains a shell of what she once was. It works as a thrilling genre film, in that there is a fair amount of action and gore, but all of that takes a back sense to the reflective drama that is ultimately this film's essential hallmark. It is a dark and brooding drama, and perhaps the most "human" revenge flick you will see in a long time. Highly Recommended, and definitely a "Fred's Pick"! The ending is unforgettable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1265062810426015578?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1265062810426015578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1265062810426015578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1265062810426015578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1265062810426015578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/downbeat.html' title='A bit downbeat...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R_EMalggsaI/AAAAAAAAABM/GnUtZQNAFIg/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-9046940893548820825</id><published>2008-03-28T14:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:17:19.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO-HOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-1WOFggsXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cXnODlpsdnc/s1600-h/GM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182893546170003826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-1WOFggsXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cXnODlpsdnc/s320/GM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-1WOVggsYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LlamnTJ8h_U/s1600-h/blondie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182893550464971138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-1WOVggsYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LlamnTJ8h_U/s320/blondie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-00X1ggsWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SXDdUbgkYkU/s1600-h/funplex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182856330278383970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-00X1ggsWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SXDdUbgkYkU/s320/funplex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New B-52's out this week!! First new CD in over 15 years!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Expect Summer appearances by Hall of Famer's Blondie (South Shore Music Circus, 6/21),  and George Michael (TD Banknorth Garden, 7/27): Both shows go on sale to the general public next Friday, April 4...  I saw GM in Philadelphia during his FAITH Tour-- First time driving in the city, and I made a right turn the wrong way on a 5 lane highway/ 5 lanes of cars headed right at me...  Thats my main memory of the show (and of city driving) :  5 friends crammed into my dad's LeBaron, all SCREAMING at me...  Now I'll take the T.  Or let Greg drive  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-9046940893548820825?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9046940893548820825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=9046940893548820825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/9046940893548820825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/9046940893548820825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/woo-hoooo.html' title='WOO-HOOOO!!!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-1WOFggsXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cXnODlpsdnc/s72-c/GM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-2821116504374779070</id><published>2008-03-28T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:31:59.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Condo Listing "Progress Report"</title><content type='html'>Things are really moving along with the condo I have listed (see link at bottom of page...)!  A few offers and counter-offers have already been submitted, and there is still an open house scheduled for this coming Sunday.  I think it will sell very quickly!  It's an exciting process to go through, and I am looking forward to seeing how it will all pan out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-2821116504374779070?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2821116504374779070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=2821116504374779070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2821116504374779070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/2821116504374779070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/condo-listing-progress-report.html' title='Condo Listing &quot;Progress Report&quot;'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-6073824822456500524</id><published>2008-03-27T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T16:54:55.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRED's VIDEO:  The last hurrah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-wJlFggsVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i7MfmlWTp04/s1600-h/staffcropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182527803934945618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-wJlFggsVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i7MfmlWTp04/s320/staffcropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken at the send-off party for my old shop (and my first week on the job at Marston-Voss!) That's Robert (L), and Jesse (R)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-6073824822456500524?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6073824822456500524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=6073824822456500524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6073824822456500524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/6073824822456500524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/freds-video-last-hurrah.html' title='FRED&apos;s VIDEO:  The last hurrah!!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/R-wJlFggsVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i7MfmlWTp04/s72-c/staffcropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-133851958105100985</id><published>2008-03-27T16:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:09:04.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Navigating...</title><content type='html'>I am basically feeling my way around in the dark here, trying to get organized in a relatively timely manner. This blog-thing may become second nature to me, but now I am all over the map!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I think the Real Estate section of the blog will be sectioned off as its own entity, off to the right. It will be easier to update that way, and will not get mixed up with whatever else I may post. If you are not interested in apartments or buying a home, simply skip that part. &lt;em&gt;If you are in the market for a new place to call home&lt;/em&gt;, you probably couldn't care less about what movies I have seen, or what I am doing this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as it stands, this will be the new format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and for what it's worth, Greg and I are going to a BRUINS game tonite with tickets that I won a few weeks ago :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-133851958105100985?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/133851958105100985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=133851958105100985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/133851958105100985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/133851958105100985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/navigating.html' title='Navigating...'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4396150509092014218.post-1889386355309590824</id><published>2008-03-26T10:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:05:03.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>"Hey! Whats going on?" (as I always greeted people at my shop...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my first post here! This is primarily a spot where I will post real estate listings in Boston's historic (and fun) Beacon Hill neighborhood! Check back often, as it will be periodically updated with great rentals and sales options for those interested in relocating to Beacon Hill (or bouncing to another spot in the neighborhood, for those who already live here)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to post about other topics of interest to me, either in a "popular culture" vein (i.e. movies, books, music, etc), or anything else that seems relevant to me at the time. "FRED'S PICKS" was a favorite spot in the former Fred's Video, a fixture on Charles Street for over a decade, and now is the time to resurrect it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to figure out how to navigate this whole "blog" thing-- new posts to come shortly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4396150509092014218-1889386355309590824?l=fredspicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1889386355309590824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4396150509092014218&amp;postID=1889386355309590824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1889386355309590824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4396150509092014218/posts/default/1889386355309590824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fredspicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14358968249422683503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwcLoQAXD4Q/SUAqSBFYpVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bdTWwBpWNGE/S220/tattoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
