- Friday Night Concert "Two-fer": Robert Palmer and Marvin Gaye
- An Open Cover Letter to AIG
- Bikinis and Heels: BEWARE!
- Teacher v. Private Sector Pay: Don't Buy the Lie
- The Big Breast
- Wells Fargo: SubPrime "Ghetto Loans" to "Mud People"
- Ryan Montbleau: "75 and Sunny"
- Joe Cocker Woodstock Translation
- Friday Night Concert Clip: Argent
- Tal Wilkenfeld - The River of Life
Category Archives: I deserve a break today
After a little better than two years, I’ve decided it’s time for New World Odor to fade into the sunset. I’d like to thank all of my friends and readers who offered support and shared opinions here. Continue reading
The mercury is up along with my need for throttle therapy. The TV is off, my bike is nearly road ready and I’m chompin’ at the bit. Continue reading
Since I’ve been hacking away at this seemingly purposeless activity we’ve come to know as “blogging,” I’ve come across thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of blogs, many of which I skim to see if they have any features I think … Continue reading
Mrs. Bob Bob Robin found a nesting site about five feet outside Ann’s bathroom window. Ann watched as the nest grew on a level branch. Since Mister Robin looked so similar to Mrs. R., it was hard to tell which was which. Soon, Mrs. BB Robin settled down on the nest, mostly facing westerly into the heart of the tree, but clearly visible: maybe too visible. Continue reading
If you’ve ever wondered whose eyes glare atop New World Odor, they are mine, when I was in my late twenties. I found a shot recent of my youngest son, Steve (age 22) and couldn’t help but notice the similarity. Great looking kid, eh? Continue reading
When I was a kid, we used to pay a nickel for a full-sized candy bar. You spend a nickel on “penny candy,” you get a fist full. If I recall, comic books were a dime. It was a quarter to see a movie (for kids, at a matinee). My parents talked about what they paid for some of these when they were kids and their stories made me long for those earlier times. Continue reading
Throughout America’s journey, immigrants were indeed expected to assimilate. While the “melting pot” analogy may have once been accurate, today America seems more like a “salad bowl.” Continue reading
I’d like to try something different. Above I’ve provided a tile for an article to which I would guess that many of you may be able to contribute — much in the way folks contribute to Wikipedia. I know that … Continue reading