I liked Knowing until the last 10 minutes. The setup is intriguing: a 10 year old girl writes a series of hundreds of numbers to be placed in time capsule as part of a school celebration in 1959. Now, in 2009, the time capsule is opened and Caleb, son of a MIT astrophysicist, takes the sheet of paper with the numbers home. His father (played by Nicolas Cage) sees the numbers and obsessively tries to figure out what they mean. And he does figure it out: each series of the numbers is the date and location of a disaster. There are 50 years of disasters described on that sheet of numbers, disasters that hadn’t happened yet when the little girl wrote them. Then, there are the Whisperers. No, not the soul group. These Whisperers are creepy, silent people who only Caleb can hear in his mind. All of this convoluted plot leads to a disappointing, mawkish ending. Knowing got my hopes up, but couldn’t deliver the goods at the end. GRADE: B-

“I slipped into a pair of panties and a bra, then encircled my right thigh with a garter holster and inserted my pearl-handled .22 before getting into a blue cashmere sweater and skirt.” If that doesn’t make your pulse race you probably should be reading something other than Kiss for a Killer by G. G. Fickling, another Honey West classic. This Overlook Press trade paperback is still in-print with the original Bob Maguire cover that was on the 1960 Pyramid paperback. This book has everything: a nudist colony run by Evangelical Christians, the murder of a Los Angeles Rams QB crushed by a steamroller, and sexy Italian Hollywood actress murdered in a romantic mountain glade. Honey West has to contend with an attack of tarantulas, drugged drinks, and a killer who intends to make Honey the next victim. If you like screw-ball mysteries, Kiss for a Killer is one of the best.

My son Patrick, with nine other Carnegie-Mellon University students, visited Qatar over Spring Break. You can read all about their adventures on www.qatarburgh.com. I’ve never been to the Middle East and I would guess the probability I would ever travel there is 100% against. Travel belongs to the young. When I was Patrick’s age, I worked for a consulting company that sent me all over the country. I’ve been in every state except for Hawaii and Mississippi. As Mark Twain once said, “You have to be a masochist to travel.” As I get older, those words become more and more true. However, I encourage my children and my students to travel NOW. It’s the best form of education I can think of (other than reading).

I’m not a big opera fan, but when I read a rave review of this 33 CD collection in the AMERICAN RECORD GUIDE I decided to buy it. This set was released in June 2008. It was reviewed in ARG in the January 2009 issue. By the time I checked the Decca web site, the set was UNAVAILABLE! I also checked AMAZON. It was UNAVAILABLE. The only way I could acquire it was to buy it “used” from one of AMAZON’s “partners.” I managed to find a set selling for $59: that’s 33 CDs with all 10 of Wagner’s operas. The box set arrived today still in its shrink wrap, brand new. If you’re an opera fan, or even have a mild interest in Wagner, this bargain set is a must-buy.

It’s a travesty that I had to shell out $24 for a remastered version of Van Morrison’s original album. The remastered version is only available in JAPAN so it has to be IMPORTED! The version available in the U.S. sounds like it was recorded in 1968. The remastered version is superior sonically. It’s worth the extra bucks, but Warner Brothers is ripping off consumers. Other remastered versions of early Van Morrison albums are available in the U.S. and are selling at regular prices–but not Astral Weeks. Astral Weeks always was an odd album, a rock-and-jazz fusion. It was not a big hit when it was first released, but it always had a cult following. Then in 2008, Van Morrison announced he was going on tour performing Astral Weeks. Many critics, including myself, thought this might be a disaster. An aging rock legend performing one of his most difficult works live…this had train-wreck written all over it. But, amazingly, Van Morrison sounds great on Astral Weeks LIVE at the Hollywood Bowl. Morrison has added more instrumentation for this live version. The audience applauds at the end of songs, but is quiet for the most part. If you’re a Van Morrison fan, you must buy the LIVE and remastered versions of Astral Weeks. There’s some great listening here.

Bill Crider give me this award, so now I’m supposed to pay it forward. I’ll name five fabulous blogs below, and it’s up to them to add the award and name five favorites (or not).

Here are the rules:

You must include the person that gave you the award, and link it back to them.

You must list 5 of your Fabulous Addictions in the post. You must copy and paste these rules in the post. Right click the award icon & save to your computer then post with your own awards.

Here are Five Fab Blogs:

1. http://billcrider.blogspot.com/

2. http://elizabethfoxwell.blogspot.com/

3. http://pattinase.blogspot.com/

4. http://bishsbeat.blogspot.com/

5.http://jamesreasoner.blogspot.com/

I read plenty of  blogs that are fabulous,  but I can list only five.

Addictions: 1. Reading  2. Food 3. Books 4. Music 5. Good friends and conversation (I know this is two addictions, but sue me.  I’m sparing you my more kinky addictions.)

THE DAILY SHOW hyped the confrontation of Jim Cramer, CNBC clown, and Jon Stewart, Grand Inquisitor, as “Brawl Street.” Cramer, the disgraced former hedge fund manager who hosts “Mad Money,” was pummeled by Stewart’s relentless interrogation. Stewart charged Cramer and his lackeys at CNBC–the premier financial news channel–for missing the biggest economic news story of the century. Cramer and the CNBC “experts” were busy selling the idea that the Market was safe for 401Ks and personal investment, downplaying risks while relentlessly promoting their favorite stocks. Clearly, Stewart wasn’t drinking that Kool-Aid. Stewart hammered Cramer with TV clips where Cramer is shown boasting how he had manipulated the Market. Pretty damning evidence. Cramer is a fraud and Jon Stewart exposed him as the corrupt fool he is. The larger question is why did it take a comedian on the Comedy Network to reveal Cramer’s duplicity instead of the Wall Street Journal, or…CNBC?

If you scour the course descriptions and syllabi at SUNY at Buffalo or any other elite university English Department you’re not going find any mention of John Cheever. John Cheever was once considered the best American short story writer. He captured the essence of life in suburbia. The Stories of John Cheever won a Pulitzer Prize in 1979. Cheever was a mainstay at The New Yorker for decades. Although not known as a great novelist, Cheever’s first novel, The Wapshot Chronicle, won a National Book Award. I consider Cheever’s penultimate novel, Falconer, to be a Forgotten Book of the first rank in quality. Cheever’s demons–alcoholism, depression, sexual obsession–destroyed him in 1982. His fame had slipped away year by year since then until Cheever and his works were nearly forgotten. Now, with these two just released, wonderful Library of America volumes, Cheever’s brilliant short stories and clever novels are available again. Don’t miss the delights in these pages!

Last week I was disappointed by Alice Russell’s Pot of Gold and this week I’m disappointed by Anthony Hamilton’s The Point of It All. Why can’t anybody sing good R&B any more? Like Alice Russell, Anthony Hamilton has a great voice. Once again, it’s weak songs. Of the 14 songs on this CD, only two of them, “Diamond in the Rough” and “Her Heart” are worth listening to again. GRADE: C.