There are some great new posts over at OTGB. I think I may have to add a few more theologians as the complaints I am getting is that site is wonderful but people want more. Suggestions welcomed.
Earlier today on the program I read a complaining e-mail about my refusal to cover much of Charles' and Camilla's American travels from Peeps/The Elder at FratersLibertas.
Please e-mail Peeps all stories/photos of the Royals, and if you know anyone who knows anyone, Peeps will travel to shake the man's hand. He'll cry when you tell him.
Make the lad's dream come true. His address is rightwinger23@hotmail.com.
And don't forget, what better to bring mom at Thanksgiving than Lileks' new book, Mommy Knows Worst. Wait until you have eaten your full to present it though. The opening review:
Don’t throw out the baby with the bathwater!
Ahhhh, the 1940s and ’50s . . . a time when parents everywhere strove for the American Dream—manicured lawns, a shiny car in the driveway, and perfect children playing in the yard. Raising kids was simpler back then, or was it?
In Mommy Knows Worst, you’ll be treated to a visual feast of past parenting neuroses—as well as insight into why concerned moms and dads were driven to buy “delicious†baby laxatives, douse their baby in oil and put him in the sun, and strap Junior into a car seat that bore a strange resemblance to scrap metal. If you’re a baby boomer who lived through this childhood torture, well, we’re sorry. But if humor really is the best medicine (rather than bicarbonate of curd and mustard plaster, as was previously recommended for childhood ailments), then Mommy Knows Worst is cheaper than therapy.
Photographs, advertisements, magazine articles, and government-issue parenting guides, which seemed so helpful in their day, are given a whole new slant by the master of the genre, James Lileks. Mommy Knows Worst is a rollicking tribute to old-fashioned parenting that gives us a whole new reason not to forget our past—it’s hilarious!
When he's done selling his hundreds of thousands of books, I have a new suggestion for Lileks: A book on how Americans celebrate holidays. I have a particular fondness for large metal snowmen and four foot turkeys carved from wood. There are many other rituals as well which must have their roots in James' favorite decades.
James collects those funny little houses (and Hummels, of course) but is pleasant enough in the looming season of celebrations. If he gets to work, this one can be out for Christmas 06 massive distribution in Walmart!
I should have been a publisher. In fact, I am still willing to be an acquisitions editor for any major house that won't make me leave Orange County or my radio show. I think I can safely say I would hit home run after home run as I could promote each of my authors with the same shameless energy as I promote my own books, James' books, and Peep's Charles obsession.