Here’s a news snippet to gladden the heart:
Couple of names there I don’t recognize, but given the company they’re in I’m pretty sure they deserve it as much as, or more than the others.
Way I see it is that if you got security clearance on entering government service, you should lose it when you leave. End of.
And our update:
Now it’s time for a little personal advice from Dr. Kim:
And let’s not forget that it’s nearly Easter:
And from Britishland:
…and if all that doesn’t say “Easter”, then what does? But to continue:
And speaking of putting strange things in your mouth, here’s the latest in our “Seen At The Bar” series:
Now sit back, relax and enjoy yer drink week.
Like Velcro, this one… I’m tossing & turning.
And it’s relevant to today’s Beauty.
Probably one of the better examples of the femme fatale in the movies, Charlotte Rampling evoked the Swinging Sixties — the last few years thereof at any rate — as much as anyone.
It helped that she was, and still is, a brilliant actress — equally fluent in French and English — and so has never had to get by just by showing off her body.
Although she was never shy about that, either:
And in color:
Add to that a glorious, sexy contralto like Lauren Bacall’s…
…which means (like Bacall) pure sex appeal at any age.
And then there’s that “showing off the body” thing:
This article got me thinking:
Two-time Masters winner Scottie Scheffler is taking the opportunity to plan a Texas-style menu for this year’s Masters Tournament dinner, according to reports. Scheffler has the honor of arranging the menu for the “Masters Club” dinner, which was first held in 1952 in honor of golf legend Ben Hogan.
The tradition has carried over to today, when the current Green Jacket winner is given the task of planning next year’s dinner.
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to set your menu for such an event. Assume that you’d have excellent chefs (like they have at Augusta National) who could create pretty much anything you specified. You should have four courses: a soup and/or starter, antipasto/fish, main course and dessert.
Mine is below the fold, to give you an idea.
Judgement At Nuremburg (1961).
Timeless concepts, eternal questions of legality and morality. All discussed, weighed and then answered in the final scene of the movie, with devastating clarity and simplicity.
And for a bonus, a movie with not a single bad — or even mediocre — performance: all brilliant, and worthy of every accolade that has come by since.