December 21, 2006

Brilliant Choice for Reading and Frightening Cockroaches - GE 200 Watt Soft White Bulb reviewed



Light BulbGE 200 Watt Soft White BulbLight bulb
Some days need more light than others, and on the dim afternoons, when all is bleak and lonely, this little light is the one to shine.

At 200 Watts, this soft white bulb will reach into every corner. Cockroaches will find your abode no home for their families. However, its use is more than the bane of vile vermin. Though it ubiquitously streams its luminance into the nests and nooks of nasty insects, the bulb brings forth ease for all readers no matter how light or deep the book.

When Saturday hits, and there's a rain dropping down gray clouds and overcast skies, flip the switch with one of these in the socket. Find your next favorite book, and begin a new reading adventure, confident your bulb will be there throughout each page.

With the right shade to disperse the light, this bulb will brighten the room in a smart way without the inconsistent irritating buzzing of a fluorescent tube. You, and a hot chocolate, can sit on the laziest of chairs and linger through the longest of books without ever so much as one eye tiring.

It will last 750 hours. That will bring you 150 five-hour Saturday afternoons, or, if you read at a pace of 150 pages a Saturday, around 105 of the last Newberry Winners and Honor Books, going all the way back to 1974. Those are superb books deserving the whitest of lights, and this beauty will give these books the glory they earned.

Buy several and make your home a happy place for you and your books, and an unhappy one for the six-legged beasts which now roam.

--Brockeim

December 20, 2006

A Better Coffee Maker I Will Not Find - Proctor Silex 46801 Simply Coffee Coffee Maker reviewed

Proctor Silex 46801 Simply Coffee Coffee Maker No 21-gun salute sent this soldier home. No military honors, no flag-draped coffin. The president of these United States never called with condolences. Still, I mourn, for no soldier she could ever be, only bringing me peace.

This month, my 'Proctor Silex 46801 Simply Coffee Coffee Maker' would pour no longer. The glass which shone through and held so gingerly the coffee she made for me broke.

Across my counter are where she, my dear coffee maker of a half dozen years, spilled her love. The brown stains, the small puddles yet unsopped, the ring of coffee grounds surrounding where she once sat reminds me of how she was not highborn. Her pedigree was low, and she loved me well.

The stories of our time together are too many to tell, but with many friends, or alone, or on the ways to places afar, she helped me through.

12 cups were the most this mother could bear for me. I narily requested more than two, but there were times when 12 was what I asked. Whether I made French, or Colombian, or even the most flavored of coffees, her basket held the grounds. She never turned to look askew at me, never begging me to buy another. She cleaned as easy as she brewed, and poured as if she lived in the finest mansion. A simple paper towel was all she needed to clean her generous face. Her mouth opened wide for water, and she returned the water as amply as she received.

I have bought another coffee maker, but the cups she, my 'Proctor Silex 46801 Simply Coffee Coffee Maker' shared are in my blood forever.

"How shall the burial rite be read?
The solemn song be sung?
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
That ever died so young?"

Stanza I, "A Paean" by Edgar Allan Poe





December 19, 2006

Ten Cups Worth of Simple Grinding - Toastmaster Coffee Grinder reviewed

We spend mornings together. Evenings are better spent separately, but mornings are when our friendship is the most piqued and perky. At about 6:00 a.m. I awake all haggard and gravel-voiced, not seeing any clear reasons for daylight. My view and the sun both lift more quickly when this coffee grinder is at work.

I like coffee fresh, and carefully prepare it from carefully storing my beans to using only the heaviest cream and clover honey to sweeten the taste. To have the flavor I prefer most, I grind each pot's beans. Of all the options, the Toastmaster Coffee Grinder is all I need.

When it whirs, it purrs, happy to help me through the day's waking labor. I treat it well, never abusing it with harsh cleansers or hot water.

I have made ten cups of coffee ground from this device. That is probably the limit of the grinding bowl.

I never ask much of this one-speed friend. It turns on when I press the button. It turns off when I release the button. How fine a grind is based on how long it grinds. I only make one kind of coffee, so additional settings are not necessary. It wipes clean with a dry paper towel. Most of you only use a simple brewer, and will be happy with this grinder.



December 17, 2006

Sweeter Than Any After Dinner Mint - Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing

Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing (Classics of Modern American Humor)
by Samuel Hoffenstein

No one should ever think of "Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing" as a romantic book. But to this truth I say it is as romantic a book as you'll find on any shelf dwelt by Byron or Neruda.

When the evening candles are lit, and the music entangles her perfume and traces her smile, and you pause to wander through the volumes set upon the wall, you would not be wise to pick up even the slimmest selection of T. S. Eliot's poetry. Your wisdom would be questioned if you glanced even for a moment at Shelley or Keats, no matter how much their words may smolder. Your brilliance will lay in picking something better than the ordinary. With discretion, you could find "Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing" as nothing ordinary. She will think you chose it spontaneously. Instead, you planned to share it with her long before the wine was purchased.

She, your lovely date, will have never heard one line you will read to her from Samuel Hoffenstein's collection. She will have heard "She Walks in Beauty" a sickening number of cliched times, but you can presume she has never heard the poem called "I":

Nothing from a straight line swerves
So sharply as a woman's curves,
And, having swerved, no might or main
Can ever put her straight again.

Always tasteful, but with a slight wink and nudge, Hoffenstein will help take off the edge of a new relationship.

The poems taste like Ogden Nash, but are seeped in the spice of Edward Lear. Where they lack in depth, they burst in flavored multiple entendre fun. With your beautiful friend sitting beside you, you'll read together and laugh. Rather than musing with intellectual stares and murmurs, you both will enjoy the evening. The value of a traded smile is worth more than any discussion of melancholy and Keats.

This book is humor, through the vehicle of light verse. In its day, it was quickly known as a classic, and favored by Dorothy Parker and H. L. Mencken. 100,000 copies were sold as of 1941. This book is a sure thing, and should be strategically placed on a shelf prior to any date.