I received this in my inbox this morning, and it was so good I had to share it! What do you think I should do?
DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION.
FBI Headquarters in Washington, D.C.
J. Edgar Hoover Building, 935 Pennsylvania Avenue,
NW Washington, D.C. 20535-0001 USA.
FBI.gov is an official site of the U.S. Federal Government, U.S. Department of Justice
Attention: Funds Beneficiary,
Ref.: FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION FINAL WARNING
This is the final warning you are going to receive from this office and I hope you understand how many times this message has been sent to you?
We have warned you so many times and you have decided to ignore our e-mails or because you believe we have not been instructed to get you arrested and today if you fail to respond back to us with the payment then we would first send a letter to the mayor of the city where you reside and direct them to close your Bank Account until you have been jailed and all your properties will be confiscated by the Federal Bureau Of Investigation. Continue reading »
I have well over a decade of experience in desktop publishing that served me well for the seven years I published INFERNO Newspaper.
After the newspaper gig, I used the experience to do layout and design for my own book, Bar Exam. In addition to freelance graphic design and web design, I offer my services of editing and desktop publishing to others.
Morel “Mo” Pagano has now published three books, and is working on a fourth. Everybody has a book is Mo’s second book. It is non-fiction, his reminiscences of the early days of jazz in Atlantic City, his days at the Philadelphia Academy of Fine Arts, stories of Greenwich Village in the 1950’s, and of a childhood growing up in Newfield, an Italian-American town in southern New Jersey.
Everybody has a book is available form Amazon.com in paperback and Kindle eBook.
As I go through the image files on my hard drive, the immensity and volume of the posts on the old iteration of this blog astounds me.
For me, writing, like painting, is a process. I rarely paint the same scene twice, and I would be hard pressed to replicate older posts.
Recently we made a trip to South Mountain in Phoenix. On the road to South Mountain the remains of old buildings catch the eye. The one is a one room store front (pictured) and the other is the walled remains of a house.
“Scorpion Gulch” was built in 1936 by William Lundsford as a trading post, and was operated as a small store until the late 1960’s. The store served as a bar in the 1970’s, and soon after the property was deserted and allowed to fall into disrepair.
Listed on the Historic Register in the 1990’s, and currently the City of Phoenix Parks and Recreation Department has stabilized the walls, and it is open to the public.
In Arizona, there are not a lot of outdoor activities during the summer months, the smart people stay inside in the air-conditioning.
We are not that bright.
We decided to have a barbeque, and sat outside on the patio with the mister going full blast. I installed a mister system a few weeks ago under the eaves of the patio, and even though it has six heads spraying water, the water never hits the ground. The temperatures hovered around 105°.
Liz made her famous potato salad, and we provided ribs. Liz made a batch of guacamole dip, and she picked up a dozen peppers for ten cents each at the produce market which we grilled. Mike and Tami brought the chicken and beer and soft drinks.
Mike has the best recipe for chicken wings on the grill. We purchased a real charcoal grill when we got out to Arizona – mostly because it was cheaper than laying our a couple hundred for a propane grill. I don’t think I will buy a propane grill again – the flavor is so much better with real charcoal briquettes. Continue reading »
Jake’s O Mine, oil on canvas, 8″x10″ $150 (framed)
When we first arrived in Apache Junction, the first drinking establishment I checked out was Jake’s O Mine, a hole-in-the-wall biker dive bar.
There are not too many bars that can boast an on-premises tattoo artist.
Pool table, kick-ass jukebox, live bands that play good old-fashioned Southern-fried rock and roll, and cheap pitchers of domestic draft, this is not a place to go if you are looking to impress. On the other hand, it is definitely the place for a cheap night of drinking and carousing.
Tappan Road Serenade, Oil on Canvas, Private Collection
I uploaded yet another new (old) gallery. The Bay Shore features older work that now resides in personal collections throughout mostly the east coast.
I am an expatriate of New Jersey. Burdensome property taxes, unresponsive bureaucracy, limits on personal freedom and vicious attacks on the constitution by elected officials made it a no-brainer when I decided to relocate. Continue reading »
My website is under voracious attack again by Turkish hackers. I have taken actions to make my install of WordPress über-secure against this brute-force attack.
If the site seems sluggish to you, or you get strange errors when you try to access, it is due to this netbot attack made possible by idiots that do not secure their computers with a valid and up-to-date anti-virus program and practice safe web-surfing.
Brought to you by morons that click on attachments to emails that come from unverified sources, believing that somehow magically some unknown person is giving them millions of dollars.
Anyhow – in order to thwart these scumbag Turks I removed critical files from my WP install – basically crippling functions from the back-end that make it easier for me to use. Continue reading »
Filly’s Roadhouse is a local tavern on the outskirts of AJ, near the base of the Superstition Mountains.
By the name, you know this is a honkytonk bar.
I have been spending as much time in the studio as possible – but when the temps hover at 115° as they have this week, the window unit air conditioner fights to keep the temps in the studio at a comfortable level. The nice thing about the high temps and low humidity are that the oils dry quickly and I can continue working in finer detail than I am used to.
The current one has a little way to go – it is not quite done, but I am getting there.