I Brought This Upon Myself

Well, after watching all those Bruce Lee movies, I planned to go into my martial arts class yesterday morning and say that I’d watched them and picked up some bad new habits for sparring:

  • A lot of kung fu kata peacocking between strikes.
  • Happy feet making like Irish dancing before beginning.
  • Making single strikes instead of combinations, and making them big so the people in the last row can see them.
  • Using my forearm to block everything: Spin heel kicks, bo staffs, sticks, speeding trucks, anything. And the forearm stops them cold.
  • Hooting when I strike. You’re supposed to exhale to tighten everything up, which leads to the “hi-ya!” Which my school has seemingly stopped emphasizing. As it stands, I already make martial arts sound effects a lot of times when I strike.
  • Thumbing my nose mid-bout. Although it will be harder to do with boxing gloves on.

At any rate, I didn’t get to lay the spiel on anyone since renshi asked me what I was listening to (my question to him often is “What are you listening to?” because, in the past, he’s been in charge of the martial arts playlist and picked out metal). So I had to talk about the new Frozen Crown CD instead.

And, as part of our warmups, we had to run to the edge of the mat, do a couple pushups, and then run back. Across the room, kyoshi joked with someone about doing them on fingertips like Bruce Lee, so down on my side of the mat, I tried it. And I could.

So that has been delighting me and bringing a smile to my face since. Because, you know, I am just like Bruce Lee. Although I will likely never get to one finger pushups because I do not have kung fu hands.

And, the same day, I was listening to my workout playlist whilst dusting the lower level, and Eminem’s “Monster” came on, and it mentions Bruce Lee.

Fame made me a balloon ’cause my ego inflated
When I blew, see, but it was confusing
‘Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Again, it’s an illustration about how outsized an influence Bruce Lee had. The man only made a couple of movies, but what an impact on the culture that he’s mentioned fifty-some years later in a martial arts class.

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Movie Report: Game of Death (1978) and Game of Death II (1980)

Book coverBook coverThese are the other two Bruce Lee films from the box set I bought (The Big Boss, Fist of Fury, and Way of the Dragon were the first three). Bruce Lee only made three films–the previously noted titles–and although he started Game of Death in 1972, it was re-imagined after his death using footage they’d filmed and “doubles” for him. The second one was made using body doubles and clips from other films. So when I watched Fist of Fear, Touch of Death in 2024, I didn’t realize that there was a whole industry of remixing Bruce Lee material into new movies.

So, in Game of Death, Bruce Lee is Billy Lo, an international martial arts film star whom the syndicate wants a piece of. I say “is” instead of “plays” because the scenes he shot were apparently for a film with a different plot entirely, and it’s only in the remixing that they got meta with it. The confrontations with the syndicate become serious so after he is shot, Lo fakes his own death to get revenge and to protect his girlfriend played by Colleen Camp (whom we saw in DARYL and who contributed a song to the soundtrack, I think). Also, parenthetically (but I already used parentheses in the previous sentence, so I have to just say parenthetically in this sentence), although she has scenes with Billy Lo, she did not have any scenes with Bruce Lee because he was long dead. At any rate, the climactic scene finds Bruce Lee ascending the levels of a Chinese restaurant to get to the big boss, and one of the level bosses is played by Kareem Abdul Jabbar. So if you’re keeping score, Lee defeated Kareem, and it was Arnold Schwarzenneggar who defeated Wilt Chamberlain in Conan the Destroyer.

So part of the film was, again, meta as I was watching to see where Bruce Lee actually appeared. And it’s in several of the fight scenes, including the final assault on the Chinese restaurant. But otherwise it was (apparently) two other martial artists playing in disguise, filmed from behind, and a variety of other tricks to try to hide that it wasn’t Lee.

Game of Death II has Lee as Billy Lo again, but not the same Billy Lo. He’s friends with a martial arts master, Chin Ku, who is getting challenged to fight to the death a bunch recently as is Lo. Chin dies, and, at the funeral, a helicopter flies over with a Skill Crane cage and snatches the coffin, and Lo leaps onto it, but falls to his death when struck by a dart. Which is how they turn the film over to Lo’s younger brother, a ne’er do well who was not studying kung fu very dilligently. He goes to the compound of a rival martial arts master, who is a suspect but is cleared by getting killed in his sleep. Lo suspects the one-armed valet, whom he finds at a nearby temple and discovers the man has two arms after all–and the temple is the entrance to the Tower of Death, which is an futuristic underground bunker. Lo2 fights his way in, discovers Chin faked his own death because he’s a drug kingpin whom Interpol was closing in on, and they have a long fight where Lo triumphs.

Wow, this really was a cash-in. And low budget. We get scenes where Bruce Lee is talking to a mentor, and then they switch to a closeup of the mentor delivering lines pertaining to this plot, and it’s obviously a different guy. We get some of the filmed-from-behind, big sunglasses, and distant shot scenes to fill in gaps in the Billy Lo portion of the program. We get the changing shirt colors on Bruce Lee when two different films are spliced together. We get a lion attack where it’s obviously a guy in a lion costume. Jeez, Louise, I should have waited to watch Kung Pow: Enter the Fist until after I watched this film so I could see exactly what they were spoofing.

At any rate, I feel some sense of accomplishment in finishing the boxed set, and I’m kind of glad it wasn’t an Urban Action Cinema Collection kind of thing where I had to get through 15 movies. I like martial arts films, but watching too many of them in a row gets a little tedious. But, as I said, I feel a sense of completion from making it through the set, and I could use that.

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Whom Do I Know On The News Today?

It’s better than looking at crime stories and finding someone I know, which happens, but I watched this story expecting to see someone I knew: Nixa, Mo., Dungeons & Dragons event raises awareness for multiple sclerosis

And I did, sorta: Christopher Wilson, author of The Wards of Iasos Book 1: The Leftovers, makes an appearance.

This story was easier: On Your Side: Conduent Data Breach: What to do if you got a letter–my oldest son makes an appearance, and he was very excited and told me so.

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One Of These Things Is True

Walmart switching to digital shelf labels nationwide:

Walmart said the digital shelf labels are controlled through a centralized system and will allow for faster price changes.

The digital labels will also help employees stock shelves and fulfill online orders more quickly.

It’s not about the stocking, and it’s not about the picking.

Hey, did you notice that the aisles in Walmart are wider these days? Remember when they narrowed a few years back, which made it hard for us to get through them, but now they’re wider? I don’t suppose that has anything to do with the giant carts that the online ordering employees have started wheeling around? Of course it has. For your convenience.

You know, an aunt of mine by marriage got a promotion out of being a checker at Walgreens in the 1990s into being a Price Administrator. It was her full-time job, in a Walgreens (not a large department store), to adjust the prices of sales items for the week and to audit the prices on the shelves to make sure that they showed the actual price for the item. A full-time job. The electronic tags would eliminate that position, if it hasn’t already been eliminated.

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Movie Report: Way of the Dragon (1972)

Book coverThis is the third of the Bruce Lee movies in the boxed set I bought in 2025 (The Big Boss and Fist of Fury were the first two), and it’s the last one he finished before he died. “Last one” makes it sound like he made a lot of movies, but he really did not–they just made a lot of movies with him in them.

So: In this film, Bruce Lee plays a young Hong Kong man sent to Rome to help with some ex-pats who have started a Chinese restaurant but are running into trouble from “the syndicate” who are trying to muscle in. The young men who work for the restaurant are trying to learn karate to protect the restaurant, but Lee’s character shows them that kung fu is better. So we have some confrontation with various toughs of the syndicate culminating in the well-known–well, among people who watch martial arts films–fight between Lee and Chuck Norris at the Colliseum. Which Lee wins, but it helped Norris break into film, so really, we’re all the winners, ainna?

It was the last on he finished according to the Internet–he’d taken a break from The Game of Death to film it but died before resuming that film (we’ll talk about that by and by).

So, yeah, if you’re into martial arts films, you really probably ought to see it. I’ve seen assertions that Lee’s films defined or redefined the genre, and I won’t argue the counterpoint.

I do want to point out that all three films to this point have starred Nora Miao as the love interest such as they were.

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Like a Frozen Lazy River

Red Arrow Park could see changes, with skating path replacing rink:

Milwaukee’s Red Arrow Park could undergo big changes – including replacing its skating rink with a “skating ribbon” running throughout much of the small downtown park.

Not sure how that’s an improvement over a traditional skating rink, but.

You know, I have good memories of that park. I might have been taken there ice skating with my aunt and uncle when my brother and I were very young. I do remember sitting in the coffee shop next to the park on a couple of occasions in the winter, with a fire roaring in its fireplace, watching the skaters. I probably started a poem about it, once. When I was young.

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Book Report: The Judge’s List by John Grisham (2021)

Book coverI got this book for my birthday this year, and after kinda sounding like I was slagging on the gifts, I decided I’d prioritize reading the books. So I picked up this book, the first of the two Grishams; my son thought I was a Grisham fan, and although I listened to one of the early books–A Time To Kill? It’s the one with the attorney in it. You know, aside from reading Perry Mason books from time to time and in bulk in my youth, I never really got into legal thrillers. I mean, I probably have read some Scott Turow, too, but I’d be hard pressed to remember, and it would have been a long time ago.

So: A woman on the Florida Board on Judicial Conduct is getting bored with the job which is getting starved of funds. The BJC investigates judges suspected of wrongdoing–and in a previous book, she’s nailed one such judge for corruption, but not without cost. An attention-averse woman approaches her with knowledge and some circumstantial evidence that a local judge is a serial killer with a list of victims going back several decades. As they begin to investigate, the judge kills again, but makes a mistake. Which leads them to more investigating, and going to proper investigators in the FBI, but….

Okay, so the first part of the book deals with the investigator’s doubt about the woman bringing her the information, but eventually she gets going on looking into it. The second part of the book introduces the judge as a character, so we get into his mind as he prepares his crimes–he’s hopped up on bennies, a hacking genius, a compulsive type who cleans enough to make the guy from Gattaca look like a slob, and kind of unbelievable. Then, after he makes his kill and has to kill a witness (which I guess is the turning point?), he figures out who the woman who intially discovered him is, and he gets the drop on her even though she’s supposed to be almost as paranoid as he is (his super hacking helps), and he sets a trap for the investigator. But deus ex machina thwarts the trap, deus ex machina saves the kidnapped girl, unsatisfying resolution to the pursuit of the judge, and a denouement which includes the winding down of the team (not an unexpected twist to the unsatisfying resoluton to the pursuit of the judge which would have been unsatisfying in itself, but it’s somehow worse without) and a lot of jibber jabber, talking to families of victims to offer them resolution, which is jibber jabber and not a shoot-out where the good guys triumph.

Ach, this is a chick book. Not sure if JG has a girl ghost writer or if he just knows the market that gets him forty-something consecutive bestsellers, but the book has a lot of talking, self-doubting, other-doubting, and then more talking as though the talking and overcoming self-doubting were heroic in themselves. But, uh, yeah. Not making me want to delve into the backlist (except where gifted).

But, ya know. He’s sold more books than I have books, apps, t-shirts, related CafePress sundries, blog traffic (including bots), and social media impressions that I’ve gotten in a comparable time. So take it for what it’s worth, but in my opinion, he’s no John D. McDonald.

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Brian J. Gets Funneled

Ah, gentle reader. I fell into an Internet lead generator and feel dirty.

I’ve worked for one, and I might again, but I try to avoid them when I can because I don’t like someone making money off of my contact information since I’m not making any money of my own. And my experience with what I thought was a real company that had subcontracting appliance repairmen but was probably just a lead generator where independent contractors bought my job took a turn for the worse when a repairman drove down from Marshfield, an hour or so away, to give me an estimate which was more than the washing machine cost. So when I need something, I don’t do an Internet search only to see that the six or eight (or more) top results are funnels. I do the right thing: I remember who advertised on the radio or whose trucks I have seen nearby (but the cost of buying leads might be built in).

So: We need a new roof at Nogglestead, and given our current circumstances, we were going to need to finance it. I called the roofing company we’d selected, and I expected the estimator to come with application paperwork because the last time we did something like this–but that was probably 25 years ago. The adjuster told me I could use the Web site to apply for financing through their partner.

So I got on the Web site, and the link in the heading navigation to financing was broken–it led to a 404 error on the Web site of a local bank. So I thought the “partner” was the fancy tool used by that bank. A little later, I got to exploring the Web site a little and found another financing link which led to a form with the tool’s name on it. I entered basic information, and….

Immediately I was presented with a list of 400 different loan offers from Internet lenders of various stripes. And my inbox was immediately blitzed by marketing emails from the tool and from the people to whom it had sold my information.

Aw, hell. So now my name and Social Security Number are everywherer on the Internet again.

So, yeah, no. I went back to what I should have done in the first place: Go to my various banking institutions and see what their offerings are.

I don’t know why I’m so averse to lead generation and management. It does, almost, make one’s life easier if one doesn’t want to research services in their area. But the cost of buying leads is now priced into services everywhere, so it’s not helping me enough to offset that.

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The Best Intersectional Italian/German Pun You’ll See All Day (Perhaps)

So I am listening to Great Authors of the Western Literary Tradition and got to the lecture on Michel de Montaigne, and he quotes Dante in it (from part of The Divine Comedy which was not quoted in the lecture on Dante) which led me to post the following on LinkedIn, which has belatedly replaced Twitter for my brief “wit” as well as the occasional longer professional blathering.

But here’s what I posted:

“…doubting pleases me no less than knowing!” — Dante

Bitte.

I guess it works better read, because Dante is not really pronounced like danke (German for “Thank you”). Bitte is German for “You’re welcome.”

I read a couple of books that dropped German into the text for the Winter Reading Challenge (An Amish Marriage Agreement and 1632), and I feel like I’m qualified to make German puns. Or Italian/German puns. Or whatever it is I do here.

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Latest Exercise In Invisibility Plus Practicing A Rant

So I have released two apps to the Apple App Store this week:

Goal-Task-Chore is a to-do list app which not only lets you add one-time tasks to the list and to mark them off but also lets you create multiple-time chores which can appear on the list at intervals you set and Goals, which are groups of step tasks working toward a larger outcome. You can find it on the App Store here. I use it every day, and to be honest, I’m sometimes not pleased with it because there’s always something to more to do.

PhrazeMaze: Proverbs is like a word search except you have a whole phrase or sentence to find in the letter grid. This particular app has 120+ puzzles from the book of Proverbs in the Bible. You can find it on the Apple App Store here. If it proves to be popular, I can easily build similar apps with different puzzle phrazes.

So, to launch them, I announced them on LinkedIn and Facebook (and here, obviously). And if they sell four copies each (total to me: $5.60), they’ll be the biggest selling apps I’ve produced.

I’ve been attending this weekly entrepreneur meeting which features a presentation from a new businesses on Wednesday mornings. One of the questions that the audience, generally coaches and other service professionals who would sell to the presenters who are generally coaches and other service professionals trying to sell to the audience, one of the questions that the audience often asks is “What is your social media strategy?” Because someday I might pitch my apps to the group, I’m preparing my answer rant in that regard:

You know, I had an email newsletter in 1997 which got me…. nothing.

I had one of the top 500 blogs in 2004, and after many years of posting, often multiple times a day, when it came time to sell books, I sold…. What, 100? 150? Mostly on Kindle, and certainly not enough to pay for the cover of the book (professionally designed) or the outlay on books I sent to magazines and various bloggers for review and comment–not to mention 16 years of hosting (starting with the move from Blogger in 2010.

I joined Twitter in 2009 and was active there, professionally (well, sorta) for nine years, posting multiple times a day and getting to around 5000 followers organically. And it yielded me, what, a couple of paid writing gigs and a sub-sub-sub-contractor gig that did not go well. Total business closed in almost 10 years of social mediating? Maybe $2000. Which is the high water mark of the “value” I’ve gotten from it.

I’ve been on LinkedIn for over 20 years, and I’ve written articles and posts on it throughout, and although a recent post got almost 40,000 views–which I’ve been told is a lot–I’ve not actually gotten any work from it, whether it’s responses to job posts or people I’ve met there. I’ve been on Facebook for fifteen years or so, and it was not supposed to be a thing to build “my brand,” and it is certainly not doing that any more. Nor is it really showing me updates from people with whom I’ve connected over the years.

So what is my social media strategy for my yet unnamed app venture? To not.

Because they’re structured so that they will take all the content you want to provide for free and, when you want to share something saleable to your connections, they’ll bury it unless you pay the money to boost it (which is thousands of dollars for “impressions” which will probably not yield conversions). TikTok? Instagram videos? Make authentic videos or silly dance videos? What, spend hours and money to sell a $.99 app? No thank you. Doing that, you’re working for the social media platform, providing free (to them) content which might or might not increase its user engagement.

I get it why some people think this is a way to go: Because it’s fun, and it’s easy. Clearly, I’ve gotten something out of writing a blog all these years (mostly memories that I can scroll through). I had fun with Twitter back in the day (and my other blogs). You can spend hours on it and get some dopamine when people like and respond to your content. But that doesn’t necessarily convert. And I get why so many people promote it–because they work in the space, and they will make money off of it if you hired them to do your social media.

So, what to do, what to do? Continue to show the app to as many people in person as I can stand to (which is probably less than could stand it) and hope that one catches fire. Think up an idea for a brand name and maybe spend a couple bucks on a Web site.

But social media? Nah.

So, if you’ve got $.99 and think they look interesting, give the apps a try. Or my books there in the sidebar, for that matter–you can get them for $.99 digitally, too. And as the Philosophers said, “Thanks for your support.”

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Brian J.’s Recycler Tour, Accidentally Meta In More Ways Than One

Fifteen years ago:

I probably did not intend to include a copy error in that post on Facebook. I was just hearkening back to the fact that, in early proofs of John Donnelly’s Gold, the gun also had that special feature–a revolver with a magazine. It also featured a week that was eight days long.

I’m told it still contains three typos. You’re welcome to order it and find out.

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As Has Happened To Me

US track star cost half marathon national title, $20K prize after being mistakenly led off course

Although, to be honest, I was nowhere near the top, but at my first Republic Tiger Triathlon (RIP), when I transitioned from the bike to the run, somebody ran through the transition area and out. I followed him, but he was not a participant, and he ran the wrong way down the trail outside the exit. Loud spectators corrected me, but I got a few extra steps in in my quest to climb from the very lastest to the top 50% of finishers. Which might actually have been my best result ever anyway.

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Good Album Hunting, Saturday, February 28, 2026: Relics Antique Mall

So I received four $25 gift certificates to Relics Antique Mall for my birthday. If you recall, gentle reader, these are certificates, not gift cards, and Relics does not give change from them. So you have to spend the whole amount (or more), which is why I had four certificates and not one for $100. Also, remember, gentle reader, these have fairly quick expiration dates–six months from issue.

So I made my way to the antique mall, hoping to find a katana in the bladed weapons cabinet since I bought a tachi/wakizashi pair last year and had purchased a rapier that I mentioned caressing in 2023 with some other gift cardery or certificatage. But, as periodically happens, the bladed weapon cabinet was gone. No axes, no sword canes, and certainly no katana.

I’d also thought that I would look through some of the higher-priced record album booths since I have the notion of rebuilding my Billy Joel record set. I’d gotten a pretty good set of the late 1970s and early 1980s works around 1990 from Recordhead in Milwaukee, where records were cheap because everyone was getting rid of them to go to CDs. But I sold them at garage sales in the middle of that decade when I needed dollars more than LPs, and after I’d sold the stereo that had a turntable.

But: No Billy Joel records. Seriously, where have they gone? I have not seen many in the wild–I picked up Songs in the Attic and 52nd Street at some point (Songs in the Attic in 2008, The Bridge in in 2023). But I haven’t seen a lot of them in the wild. Which is odd: He sold a pile of records. So where have they all gone? Do Billy Joel fans have them? Did Columbia Records cheap out on the materials?

Ah, well. At any rate, I was going to just quit and save the certificates for the end of July (right before they expire, where I would be a little less choosy and more driven to spend them) when something caught my eye.

Can you guess what it was?

Yes, Fandango, by Herb Alpert. Which I have on CD, but now I have it on vinyl. I might have mentioned that Herb Alpert is the only 4-media artist at Nogglestead. We have records, cassettes, CDs, and MP3s–albums bought electronically (the CDs have been ripped to the electronic library as well).

So once I committed to, what, $6? I had to spend the remaining $20, so I got two Bob James records (“H”, which also features Grover Washington, Jr., and Rameau) and a David Sanborn record (Close-Up). The booth had a lot of David Sanborn, but records I already have.

So I still have $75 to spend, most likely this summer. And once I have to spend it, maybe I’ll pick up some of the inexpensive Clifford Brown records I saw. I do listen to his son’s radio program on KCSM sometimes.

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Movie Report: Fist of Fury (1972)

Book coverWell, after hearing “Fists of Fury” on the radio, I guess it’s fitting to watch the film which was the second in the five-pack I bought last February (The Big Boss was the first in the set).

This film, which came out the year after The Big Boss, also has a common martial arts theme to it: The rival martial arts school kills/destroys the protagonist’s school. In this case, Bruce Lee’s character, the best in the school, returns from afar to find that his master has died–the authorities say from pneumonia, but Lee’s Chen thinks it was murder. So it happens. The film is set during the Japanese occupation of China around World War II, so the rival school is also a rival power/oppressor. The rival school crashes the funeral to boast of their prowess, but the senior student at the Chinese school, now the master, holds Chen back and does not want conflict. Chen goes and busts up the rival school, though, leading to further escalations. And he discovers insiders poisoned the master at the behest of the Japanese, so he gets revenge on them and, eventually, all the Japanese and a visiting Russian master of martial arts and strongman.

So, yeah, a martial arts film. With Bruce Lee, so a step above, I guess. The most noteworthy thing about it, though, is that the antagonists are not “The West” or “The Americans” unlike more modern martial arts films partially subsidized by the Chinese government (or allowed, perhaps).

Two down, and three to go. I’m kind of spacing them out because they are likely to be very similar to one another and to other martial arts movies from the pre-wire era. Looking at his IMDB page, he really did only make…. four movies in his lifetime? Incredible. He punched above his weight, literally and figuratively.

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WSIE Is Putting Me Into The Mood For Bruce Lee Movies

I mentioned that I was starting to watch the Bruce Lee boxed set that I bought in 2024. And WSIE, the jazz station out of Edwardsville, is putting me in the mood.

They currently have Kamasi Washington’s “Fists of Fury” in heavy rotation.

Additionally, I heard The Olympians’ “California” and thought it sounded a log like the music in The Big Boss (aforelinked):

I actually ordered the latter’s In Search of a Revival (from Bandcamp, since I’m almost sorta still on an Amazon Tweehad).

The Washington, not so much.

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Good News For Lawn Mowing Season

Cardinals baseball finds new Springfield home on 102.1 The Won

As I’ve mentioned, the stubby antenna on the radio-playing headphones still going strong sixteen years after I bought them can pick up, clearly, two stations in all corners of Nogglestead: 92.3 which was country and 105.1 which is now “old” country (see also).

But! 105.1 was also the home of Cardinals baseball. Which meant that while I was on the lawnmower or, sometimes, painting record shelves outside or painting the fence, a song, probably a good one, would abruptly end and “The St. Louis Cardinals are on….” would replace it. And not the game–an hour of pregame interviews and things. Ah, gentle reader, I sometimes scheduled my lawnmowing around the baseball games just so they would not interrupt me.

Sorry. I know some of you (Friar) are baseball fans. But although I did grow up having ball games on in the workshop or whatnot, I’d rather listen to music when I am on the lawnmower. And now I won’t have to worry about it.

As long as 105.1 doesn’t become the greatest hits of the 80s, 90s, and today or, heaven forfend, hot country.

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On Great Authors of the Western Literary Tradition Part III with Professor Thomas F. X. Noble (2004)

Book coverI manufactured enough trips in the main vehicle to listen to this binder of CDs from the set I bought in 2024 and whose first two parts I listened to earlier this yeara>. As I mentioned, I am writing the reports on this particular course as I go because the whole series is 7 binders, 42 CDs, and 84 lectures in total–it might take me eight months or more to get through them.

This set is taught by Professor Thomas Noble and is subtitled “Literature of the Middle Ages”. Individual lectures include:

  1. Beowulf
  2. The Song of Roland
  3. El Cid
  4. Tristan and Isolt
  5. The Romance of the Rose<
  6. Dante Alighieri — Life and Works
  7. Dante Aligheieri — The Divine Comedy
  8. Petrarch
  9. Giovanni Boccaccio
  10. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
  11. Geoffrey Chaucer — Life and Works
  12. Geoffrey Chaucer — The Canterbury Tales

So: I got a little more out of this than parts 1 and 2 because it did not overlap with so many of the other lecture series I’ve listened to. Of the source material, I’ve read Beowulf, parts of The Canterbury Tales and The Divine Comedy, Chaucer’s Troilus and Criseyde (mentioned in the Life and Works), and probably some Petrarch. Undoubtedly, I have more of the source material available–a good hardback reading copy of The Canterbury Tales which I bought in 2013 (?!) and some Classics Club editions. And the series wants to make me read them.

At any rate, a decent set of lectures covering the end of Roman times and leading into the 1400s or so. Although the next part of the set, already loaded in the truck, calls itself the Literature of the Renaissance, arguably this series covers the Italian Renaissance which came before the rest of the European Renaissance. Aren’t I clever to draw the distinction? Not clever enough to steep myself in these authors and time periods; just clever enough to read them.

An interesting listen, a lot of coverage of who’s influencing whom (apparently, everyone back then read The Consolation of Philosophy), and a good background biographic material when available as well as indentifying the limitations of the source material (fragmentary in some cases even into the end of the Middle Ages, but the number of extant copies of the works increases over time). It makes me feel smahter than listening to the 200 “Greatest hits of the 80s, 90s, and today” scattered over the radio stations here. And, as I mentioned, I have a couple boxes full of these courses, acquired cheaply at book sales over the years, and I need to get cracking on them if I want to get them out of the closet and onto the bookshelves dedicated to them. Maybe I will luck out and my next job will require a commute. To St. Louis or Kansas City every day. I did not say good luck.

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Movie Report: The Big Boss (1971)

Book coverSo after completing the 2026 Winter Reading Challenge, the first thing I watched was a Bruce Lee movie, one of the ones in the set I bought last February. You see, Be Water, My Friend truly was inspiring. Although I am not doing 100 punches or 500 punches every day, I did get into this film set. We can only speculate on how fast I get through the other four movies in the set; although I finished the winter reading challenge six days ago, and I was eager to watch some videos to change the tamber of the evenings, I have been compelled to finish Perelandra, the middle book of C.S. Lewis’s Space Trilogy, which was a bit of a slog. Maybe I’ll watch more films and television the next time my beautiful wife travels.

I think I’ve seen this film before, but I don’t think I have it on my shelves already, which would have meant I would have recorded it digitally in the era when I could do that. Or maybe martial arts films of the era have very similar plots. In this one, Lee moves across the water (a ferry is involved) and in with his cousins, promising his uncle that he will not fight any more–apparently, he’d been a bit of a fighter back home, and he’s moving for a fresh start (implied). They get him a job working with them at the ice factory, which is really an ice distribution center which cuts ice from large blocks in storage and ships it. When two of the cousins discover packets in the ice, they’re invited to The Manager’s Office. He offers them money, and when they decline, a group of men befall them and kill them after some kung-fu fighting. The cousins are worried and ask about them, but they trust The Manager even as other cousins disappear. But when the remaining cousins are killed in their home except for the pretty cousin who is kidnapped, then Bruce Lee’s character goes to the home of the Big Boss, the factory’s ultimate owner, and has to face him and his flunkies in combat.

So, yeah, pretty much what you would expect from a martial arts film plus Bruce Lee. The plot’s a little head-scratching–people from the family start disappearing, and they go to work and ask The Manager to intercede, and he reports that the Big Boss is talking with the authorities, and they all let that ride? Perhaps that’s a cultural thing from Hong Kong in the late 1960s or something. But I don’t think that’s how we would handle it in America, Jack.

At any rate, an amusing spectacle in the time before we had UFC fights to show up how those things would really go, and even UFC is a little gamified as to what various Internet videos show us fights to be (nasty, brutish, and short). But pretty to look at. They feature a lot of jumping over opponents, which I presume was mere camera work at this time and not wire work that would come later as usually you only see the jumper in the shot and not the jumpees.

But. I have four more to watch, and I’ll watch them sooner rather than later. The regular regimen of hundreds of punches a day? Should, but probably won’t.

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Good Birthday Receiving 2026

My oldest son has started to be thoughtful and to give gifts that he selects on his own. Well, started is not the right word–he’s been doing this for over a year. But it’s nice that he’s starting to remember things like birthdays and Fathers Day on his own.

Although how well he knows me is a little, well, wanting, perhaps based on what he got me.

He went to an antique mall and got me three books:

  • The Runaway Jury and The Judge’s List by John Grisham. You know, I’m not really a big fan of the legal thriller; I think I read a Scott Turow thing in the 1990s. I do read Erle Stanley Garner books from time to time, but Perry Mason mysteries are not the modern legal thriller. Are they even a thing any more?
  • Bastion of Darkness by R.A. Salvatore, book 3 of the The Chronicles of Ynia Aielle. I don’t have the first two, of course. It reminds me of the lot of books I got from my brother that he’d picked up in the Corps but divested himself of by giving them to me for seven years’ worth of Christmases (in one box). He’d picked up the first or the first two books of trilogies but not the last, so I don’t know how so many things turned out. I did, at one point, but the complete omnibus of Salvatore’s Icewind Dale trilogy for them when I was hoping to get them interested in reading adult books. I just claimed it for my own in January when we culled my youngest son’s room. So, who knows? I might read this book independently. The cover doesn’t have a drow on it, so it’s got that going for it.

He also got me a Marvel Heathcliff #3 comic (the lower shelf of the chairside table is full of the comic books culled from the youngest’s room, and a lot of them are of the older brands, and he (the gift giver) knows I have some Heathcliff paperbacks, so I can see what he was thinking here). He also got me a gospel record, Whispering Hope by Jim Roberts and Norma Zimmer, because, as he said, I like church music on Sunday mornings. Ah, gentle reader–I played Take a Little Time to Sing by the Swedish Gospel Singers every week for a long time, and I’ve been known to spin some Tennessee Ernie Ford or Nat King Cole gospel platters, but I’m not a big fan of the small-label, regional or local gospel acts–although I do have a lot which I got from my brother at one point, and several I’ve received from my mother-in-law or my sainted mother. When I got the crates of records from my brother, I listened to them over a long period of time because, well, they’re not my favorites. But the boy, I guess man now, saw them around, and so he got me one.

So: It is the thought that counts, and I am surprised and pleased that my son thought to give me something.

However, it kind of matches my disappointment in myself and my own gift-giving these days. I know I’m having more and more trouble buying gifts as the years go by. When the boys were young, I bought them a lot of toys and novelties, too many, probably, but they seemed happy unwrapping. Now, though, they’re hard to buy for. The oldest, like me, buys what he wants to support his hobbies and interests. The younger does not do much outside the glass screen. And I’m not fond of just giving gift cards, but sometimes we do.

I am not sure if I’m lamenting the trappings of our relative affluence–we have what we need and what we want–or the atomization and separation in even our family. Maybe this is just a part of them growing up and me having to let go. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

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Book Report: Think Positive Thoughts Every Day edited by Patricia Wayant (2003)

Book coverThis book was sitting on my chairside table, and I thought I might read it for the 2026 Winter Reading Challenge‘s “Inspiring” category if Be Water, My Friend bogged down too much (not quite). And when I finished the reading challenge, I ran through it pretty quickly.

I bought it sight unseen in a bundle of chapbooks only last spring, and although the name of the editor sounded familiar, I don’t have anything else by her or edited by her. However, I might well have a poem by her in a similar collection–and I well might have. The publishing house is SPS Studios, and one of the poems is by Susan Polis Schutz–a poet who has been editing and publishing poetry since the 1980s (her first company for self-publishing was Blue Mountain Press, which later turned into BlueMountain.com which did electronic greeting cards which sold for $780 million in 1999, and that, children is how you get Governor Jared Polis of Colorado) If anyone wants to buy my publishing company, it’s far less expensive and comes with 7 unused ISBN numbers at no additional charge! Plus a couple of apps, presuming that the clankers companies don’t come from them. Sorry, where was I?

Oh. Inspiring? Meh, not really. A bit of lightweight mindfulness musing. Poetry? Again, no, not really. Sentences with line breaks. Not quite as good as heartfelt grandma poetry, albeit more spiritual than Christian–definitely a California-and-crystals vibe with 0 mentions of God and the only faith is the faith in yourself.

Still, with the number of copies that turn up in Springfield book sales, SPS has definitely had more reach than either my publishing company or my publications which recently have only paid in electronic presence which is lasts as long as the university keeps paying hosting fees. So….good?

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