Just wanted to add to the ratings. Amazing series. Saw it on TV as a kid in some strange time slot. Saturday afternoons or something. Was deeply moved by it then and the effect is no less all these years later.

Still can't get over the vastness of the war. Anyone trying to describe the whole thing, as this documentary does, of necessity must break it up by geography/time. The effect is to describe many different wars. It is impossible, for me at least, to grasp what it must have been like to live at that time and take in all the events as they came.

A friend loaned me this DVD because Amazon is out of stock. Hope a new edition comes out soon. Perfect mix of narrative, interviews, and clips. LOTS of clips. One incredible goal after another. Loved it. A superb athlete and a fine man all around.

A gold mine of concepts and strategies. Well written and every strategy is given its own diagram. Thorough and excellent.

Love John Thaw. Peerless. Five stars.

But the video quality of these DVDs is poor. One star.

How is it that video from the 1950's (e.g. Twilight Zone first season) is crisp and clear and these relatively recent productions look so poor? That's one for the tech gods to ponder.

I don't know who BFS is but when I put the DVD in the machine and their oh-so-amateur-half-a**ed logo ran I had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, about one third of the way through the first Morse episode, the DVD started to stutter, then finally froze. I haven't seen this happen in many many years.

To add insult to injury, the label on the disc says Made in Canada.

With hope and dread, we ran the second episode and hey, about a third of the way through it also froze.

Are they making these in somebody's garage with twenty-year old machines?

We never tried the last disc. Simply put in a return order with Amazon, for a refund rather than a replacement. This stuff is crap.

And we never got to hear the Morse theme. Didn't they play it near the start? Or was it always at the end?

Will have to find some other way to see the late great John Thaw. Too bad. I feel such ... remorse.

Hockey meant a lot to Jack Falla. The essays in this book are both sad and somber, joyous and irreverent. The chamber music of late middle age. Beautiful.

A nice dissection of free market theory for the layman.

Confirms what you have likely suspected for the last several years: we might as well shoot all the economists (except Chang) if we want to make the world safe for working people.

Read it. And get a little angry.

At least, it should be. True hockey lovers.

Wonderful documentary. Cheered me up considerably, in this winter of discontent: our backyard rink has melted so many times I have lost count. And now I see that they cancelled the 2012 Canadian Pond Hockey Tournament up at Deerhurst, after the plow crashed through the thin ice.

I will probably watch this film a few more times this winter, since it will be the closest I come to outdoor hockey.

Here's hoping the right kind of winter makes a comeback, and kids get to skate in fresh cold air.

I read Ghostwritten previously.
This one is similar and different at the same time.
What a writer. This guy actually believes that stories should be about people you care about, and things should happen to them.
Still trying to figure out how Luisa Rey could be in a manuscript, and not break the historical flow.

I originally got this book, years ago, at the library and was bowled over by it.

I decided to re-read it and opted for the Kindle edition. (I don't own a Kindle yet, but use Kindle for Mac and iPod.) It was a good idea. In digital format you can do searches and easily follow up the many cross-connections in the text. And there are tons of these. Ghostwritten is a true reader's book: it begs to be read over and over, to reveal its complexity. In that way it's a lot like a Nabokov (who Mitchell mentions a few times, obviously with deep respect).

I also like the way on Kindle you can make provisional highlights and notes, deleting or editing them as you want. Nice.

But still love to mark up a real book. And the way paper feels and smells. Oh to have it both ways.