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Free Book Friday on Thursday!

Thursday, July 19th, 2012

Today’s prize is:  

 

 

Catching Fire (Hunger Games, Bk 2) by Suzanne Collins,

ISBN 9780439023498

 

 

 

We will choose one winner at random from comments we receive here on the Blog from PBS members.

You have until Saturday, July 21, 2012 at 12 noon EDT,  to leave a comment.

Good Luck to everyone!

Note: All the books given away on Free Book Friday are available in the PBS Market. We have thousands of new and new overstock titles available right now, with more added hourly. Some of the prices are amazing – and you can use a PBS credit to make the deal even better!

Each sale helps support the operating costs of the PaperBackSwap club.

Atlanta Area PBS Meet-Up

Tuesday, July 17th, 2012

by Cheryl G. (Poncer)

 

Question: What is larger in area than 8 football fields, is a constant 70 degrees Fahrenheit and powers information all over world from a little corner of Georgia?

Answer: The Data Center where the PBS Servers live.

 

This was the venue for a recent Atlanta Area PBS Meet-up. For an un-techy like me, the facility was fascinating. I can only imagine what tech savvy members were thinking as they toured the facility, understanding what they were seeing much better than I.  Server cabinets in every direction, as far as the eye can see.

Temperature control, power supply cabinets, backup power supply cabinets, the whirring of cooling fans and the awed hush of all the bits and bytes of information that was being transferred through this building at any given second. I couldn’t help but think of how far we have come in just a few short years from messengers, to the Pony Express, to Air Mail, to telegraph, to telephone and now to a place where information is just a few key strokes away from us.

The safety measures at the facility are very high. 24 hour security, cameras on every square inch, triple and quadruple layers of identification, like ID badges, fingerprint scans, retina scans and visual comparisons are needed before anyone can get into the inner sanctum where the server cabinets are, and the cabinets are locked too. Cameras are not allowed inside the facility, and every visitor must provide valid picture ID just to get into the lobby of the building.

 

The PBS Team thought it would be a great place to let some of our member see behind the scenes into the workings of this amazing facility. 120 members from around the Atlanta Area were invited to meet with the PBS Team and Tour Guides.

Several members were allowed exclusive access to tour the facility floor with PBS Founder, Richard Pickering and to see the PBS servers, up close and personal. Everyone else had a mini tour, where they were permitted to see out onto the massive floor from an observation room.

 

After the tours, Brendon, from the Data Center gave a presentation with facts and figures about the facility.

The building is in a valley, to protect it from tornadoes, and is built with enough reinforced concrete to withstand a category 3 hurricane. (Which would be very rare in NE Georgia)

Utility power is provided via 4 independent redundant Georgia Power feeds, and from 3 separate power sub stations. If power goes out in one, the feed is automatically switched to another, if that one goes out the feed is switched to the third one. If all the power is out, backup generator protection is provided by 6 Caterpillar 2.25 MW diesel units. These units can keep the facility running as usual, for 6 days before they need to be refueled. The electric bill runs to hundreds of thousands of dollars a day, and they are billed every day for it. EVERY DAY!

The floor of the Data Center is raised 48”, the cooling is provided by 200-30 ton Lieberts provide air flow to the raised floor space. The cooling system also has its own generator backup, 6 – 2.0 MW generators.

 

Next on the agenda:

Richard led a Question & Answer session with the PBS members. The PBS Team, Site Volunteers and members all shared a lot of great information about how the site works, including information about site features like Gold Key and the Wish List.

 

 

After a break for snacks and time to meet new friends and catch up with old friends, there was a rousing game of PBS Trivia.  With prizes ranging from PBS pens and travel mugs to brand new books, everyone was a winner!   With prizes and new friends made, this was a wonderful afternoon well spent.

 

Thank you, Richard and the PBS Team, the PBS Volunteers and Staff who coordinated this event, the staff at the Data Center, and all the members who attended! 

 

 

 

 

Cheer Up the Lonely Day 7-11

Wednesday, July 11th, 2012

by Mirah W. (mwelday)

 

Chances are you have heard the old adage if you share a smile with someone you could change his or her life.  And we’ve all heard of the Golden Rule. The key with both of these is to actually put them into practice.  In my opinion, until we take a minute to step out of our own lives and see what others might endure, we really can’t offer true compassion.

To mark Cheer Up the Lonely Day, I decided to highlight a book my book club read last month: In the Sanctuary of Outcasts, a memoir by Neil White.  Mr. White takes us back to 1993 when he is sent to prison for bank fraud.  What makes this story interesting is the location of the federal prison where he is to serve his sentence.  Mr. White gets sent to a facility in Carville, Louisiana which served as a home for some of the last people in the continental United States afflicted with leprosy.  I admit, while reading this story I was not moved by Mr. White’s story and his transformation.  I only know Mr. White through this book so I will choose not to make a judgment call on whether he became a better person during his time at Carville; instead, I will focus on his interactions with the leprosy patients at the facility.

I was transfixed by the stories of the leprosy patients living in the colony.  Some of them shared their stories with Mr. White about how they ended up in the colony.  I can’t imagine the loneliness or isolation they must have felt when they were sent to the colony or dropped off by their families and not allowed to return to their normal lives.  One sign of the disease on their bodies and they were banished to a new place, a new life, a new existence to be defined by their disease.

One of Mr. White’s jobs at the prison was to write the menu for the day on the board in the dining room.  He would use different colors or draw pictures, including caricatures of Bill Clinton and Fidel Castro, to make the board more interesting.  The patients looked forward to his drawings and would laugh about the sign.  He would share moments with Ella, a longtime resident of the facility.  He was willing to ask her opinion on things and learn about her life.  Mr. White also began to realize the stigma the patients felt when called lepers. He felt sympathetic of the life the patients had been forced to live in the colony and gained a respect for how they tried to live their life with dignity in spite of their circumstances.

Dignity and respect are at the cusp of Cheer Up the Lonely Day, I think.  Loneliness is fed by so many catalysts.  Different people experience loneliness due to different circumstances: illness, separation from those we love, new surroundings, personal loss.  But, in the end, no matter how the loneliness begins, we all search for someone to respect our feelings and show us a glimpse of happiness again. You really don’t know what impact your smile or kind word can have on someone else.  Cheer Up the Lonely Day provides us the perfect opportunity to escape the humdrum of our everyday lives.  We have an excuse to reach out to someone else and spread cheer and kindness.  We have an opportunity to show others they aren’t alone.

 

 

In Celebration of Chocolate Day

Monday, July 9th, 2012

Lessons in Chocolate

By Mirah W. (mwelday)

 

 

I’m not too sure I trust people who don’t like chocolate; it seems to me those people might be a bit shady.  I thought I should just be open with you from the beginning.  I don’t want you to think I malign the person who might occasionally choose strawberry shortcake, for example, over chocolate cake; I’ve been known to indulge in non-chocolate dessert from time to time.  But I always return to chocolate and I don’t quite understand how someone else couldn’t love it.  There are so many different kinds and it comes in all forms.  Plus, it’s good for you.  It’s been proven that dark chocolate has antioxidants. And even though chocolate can be a migraine trigger for me, I still eat it, but it smaller quantities.  I just tell myself it’s too much goodness for my mind to handle at once.

A few years ago my husband and I went on a tubing trip and on the drive to the water the tour guide started one of those ice breaker, ‘let’s get to know our tour companions’ sort of thing.  He asked us what super power we would want to have.  People named all kinds of normal super power abilities: flying, invisibility, time travel.  What did I choose?  I wanted to be able to turn anything into chocolate.  True story.  I wouldn’t lie about chocolate.

Here’s another story to attest to my love of chocolate.  On my recent cruise to Alaska we spent a day cruising inside the Tracy Arm Fjord.  The views were so fantastic I didn’t want to leave my balcony to eat lunch so I ordered room service.  Chocolate cake was on the room service menu so, needless to say, I ordered it.  While I was sitting on my balcony, enjoying the views, relishing my cake, I thought to myself, ‘Self, this is what heaven will be like.  Cool temps, beautiful views, and scrumptious chocolate cake.’  And so, to make my day complete, I took a picture of my cake with the Tracy Arm Fjord and Sawyer Glacier as a backdrop.  I’ve included it here for your enjoyment.  Or so you can laugh at my level of wackiness.  Either way, I figured you’d like it.

Mirah’s Cruise Chocolate Cake with Tracy Arm Fjord & Sawyer Glacier in the background

 

So when it came time to prepare to write this piece to celebrate Chocolate Day I realized I needed adequate preparation.  You, the reader, deserve my dedication to truth and my time to get the whole story.  In preparation, I downloaded some research materials to my kindle (Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder by Joanne Fluke) and baked some cookies.  I’ve included photographic evidence of my endeavors so you realize the depth of my dedication to this blog.

Mirah’s Photographic Evidence of Blog Research

 

In my reading and taste testing I made a few deductions.  1) Melted chocolate can burn.  Take precautions and allow hot-from-the-oven cookies to cool.  2) If you are going to commit petty crimes and find dead bodies, befriend the local police with cookies so they don’t arrest you.  3) Always carry an extra bag of chocolate cookies in your car for emergencies.  And 4) If a recipe calls for 2 cups of chocolate chips, use at least 2 ½.

I hope my efforts have not been in vain.  I hope you can take something away from my research.  As long as you don’t try to take my chocolate, we’ll get along just fine.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are some leftover bits of research in my kitchen that need my attention.  And a glass of milk on the side.

Happy Chocolate Day!

 


Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl

 


Chocolate: The consuming Passion by Sandra Boynton

 


Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel

 


Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder by Joanne Fluke

 


Fudge Cupcake Murder by Joanne Fluke

 


The Chocolate Cat Caper by JoAnna Carl

 


The Chocolate Frog Frame-Up by JoAnna Carl

 


Candy Freak by Steve Almond

 

In honor of Fried Chicken Day

Sunday, July 8th, 2012

Grandmother’s Fried Chicken Sunday Dinner

By Carole (craftnut)

 

Ok, I’ll admit it.  I am completely addicted to fried chicken.  I could eat it everyday, if only my arteries could take it.  Fried chicken was the comfort food of choice for my childhood years, and the very best was made in my grandmother’s kitchen in her cast iron skillet.

My grandmother lived on a very small farm, about two acres, where she raised chickens and had an extensive vegetable garden.  She canned fruit and vegetables, and made pickles, jellies, and chutneys.  As a kid, I learned to appreciate the difference that a really fresh egg can make to breakfast.  This was the era of putting bacon grease in the vegetables, and potatoes were served at almost every meal, often with corn.  Her fried chicken started off with catching one, wringing its neck, plucking the feathers, then cleaning it before cutting it into pieces.

My grandfather was a fried chicken freak as well.  He once made a bet with my grandmother that he could eat fried chicken three times a day every day.  So she took that bet, killed a chicken every day, plucked and cleaned it, and fried pieces three times a day for three months.  He happily ate every piece.  Yes, he even ate it for breakfast!!  At the end of three months of this, she gave up and told him he won.  It was years before she would fry chicken again.

I have searched in every town I have lived in for that hole-in-the-wall, out of the way place that fries chicken the old fashioned southern way.  No cayenne pepper for me!!  There is no way that any chain can do this southern tradition the way it should be.  The pieces must be huge, crust thick and golden crunchy, delicately seasoned, with tender, juicy meat.  Just walking into a place, I can tell by the aroma if they know how it is done.  Sadly, the local haunt here that really knew how to fry a perfect chicken has closed.

Years ago while living in another state, I would drive two hours to a mom-and-pop place called Leslies, just to eat the best fried chicken on the planet.  It was in an old house where every room was crammed with tables and chairs and there were chickens everywhere.   Chicken shaped salt-and-pepper shakers, chicken pie plates and dinner plates, chicken planters and candlesticks, chicken trivets and cookie cutters and anything else you can name were displayed on shelves or hung on the wall in every single room with little of the wall showing.  The aroma of fried chicken was so wonderful, and it permeated your clothing while you ate.  The recipe used there has never been duplicated.  All I know is that it was batter-fried and the batter contained honey.  Not only would I have a meal there, I would bring home a 24-piece box for the next few days.  No, I wouldn’t eat it all myself, but I could have!  Leslies went out of business years ago, and I wore black for a week in mourning.

Back to my grandmother’s chicken, she made it her own way, but I’ll share her secret with you.  She soaked the chicken pieces in buttermilk for at least an hour in the refrigerator, and sometimes overnight.  Then, she would dip them in egg, plunge them into a paper bag with her seasoned flour and shake it.  She only used salt and pepper in the flour.  She just let the pieces sit in the flour inside the paper bag for about five minutes.  Then she would give the bag a shake and let it sit a while longer.  Depending on her mood, she might shake that bag several times.  Heating up her cast iron skillet, she melted shortening to a depth of halfway up the side of the skillet.  Then when the melted shortening was hot, she would take the chicken and gently lay it in the hot oil, frying for about 12-15 minutes per side on a medium high heat.  She would cover the pan with the heavy cast iron lid.  When the chicken pieces were golden brown and cooked through, she drained them on paper towels.  Heavenly!!

I inherited that well-seasoned cast iron skillet, although my chicken will never be as good as hers. I also have several of her chicken salt-and-pepper shakers that now happily reside in my kitchen.   They remind me of a happy time, when getting a plate of fried chicken was the highlight of the week.  Those precious memories of a loving grandmother, a warm and sunny kitchen, and the wonderful aroma of many aSunday dinner will stay with me forever.

Photo by Carole

Photo by Carole

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet Tea, Fried Chicken, and Lazy Dogs: Reflections on North Carolina Life
by Bill Thompson

 

 


Fried Chicken: An American Story by John T. Edge

 

 


Fried Chicken by Damon Lee Fowler

 

 

 

 

Dog Days of Summer

Friday, July 6th, 2012

 

 

By Geri (geejay)

His mom was a pure bread Boston Terrier and his dad was from across the tracks.  They loved each other very much since Peanuts was not a member of the first litter mom had by dad and he wasn’t the last.

Peanuts was the runt of the litter and looked like Snoopy.  White dog with a black spot on his back, black floppy ears and about the size of a fox terrier.

When we brought him home at eight weeks the lady who had him said he ate Puppy Chow and even gave us a small bag for him.  The next day we had a set of blue bowls, one for water and one for food on a place mat.  He walked up to the food bowl, smelled it and walked away.  He didn’t even have some water.  Back to his bed and curled up with a little whimper.  Did not eat that day!

That night he was crying in the kitchen in spite of the alarm clock we had for him.  I got out of bed and joined him on the floor.  He crawled up into my lap and there we were sleeping on the kitchen floor.  Me propped against the cabinet and him in my lap.  The next morning, still not eating puppy food!  Mom was making scrambled  eggs for breakfast and Peanuts was sitting and watching.  By this time we could see little ribs.  Mom put some egg in his dish.  He gobbled that up in a flash.  He was a people food dog!  If it went into our mouth it was acceptable.  If we didn’t eat it it had to be poisonous!  We found a dog food that had eggs in it and we’d open the can out of sight of him, put it in his dish and pretend to eat some so he felt it was acceptable.  Then we discovered by accident that he loved cat food.  And chicken was his favorite people food.  If we went out for the evening and he was left alone we had to bring a piece of KFC for him other wise he’d be in a snit.

He loved snacks.  His favorite was potato chips only with French onion dip.  No dip no chips!  With ginger ale.  A sip, a sneeze, a sip, a sneeze but he loved the occasional jolt of the stuff.

He hated to get his feet wet.  His personal potty (he picked it) was in the very back of the yard behind a tree.  We had to shovel a path for him when it snowed.  He did not wander the yard when there was snow on the ground.

A wonderful watch dog.  He’ allow anyone into the house.  This small dog would not allow them out!  This was when service people came and read meters in the house.  He’d greet them at the door, wagging his backside to beat the band.  They’d go down the stairs and as soon as they put their foot on the bottom step to come up he bared his teeth and growled!  The service guy would call Lady, Lady, come get yuor dog.  We’d grab Peanuts and take him to a bedroom.  The guy would hurry out and when we let Peanuts out of the bedroom he ran to make sure the house was safe from intruders.

My mom had him trained to wipe his feet before he came in the house.  She also had him trained to pick up his toys.  If we went out and left him behind he’d pull every toy out of his toy box to keep himself occupied while we were gone.  We’d get home and mom would say okay get busy and pick all these toys up!  His head went down, totally dejected and he very slowly picked up each toy and put it back in the box.

Peanuts took after his father.  He was in love with the dog down the block and she loved him.  A pure bred German Shepard!  Standing next to her he was as tall as her back “knee”.  Thankfully he wasn’t able to get to her!

I dearly love to watch the pure bred dogs in the dog shows but for a dog to love in the house give me a mutt anytime.

 


Snoopy Flying Ace to the Rescue
by Darice Bailer, Peter LoBianco, Nick LoBianco

 


Winter Beach Dog Trot
by Richard Haight

 


The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
by Mark Haddon

 


Hounding the Pavement by Judi McCoy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy 4th of July!

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012

Celebrate Your Independence!

By Mirah W. (mwelday)

 

Chances are some of you have seen the email that makes the rounds this time of year that describes what happened to the men who signed our Declaration of Independence.  Some of it is true, some is merely based on fact, and some is just inaccurate.  But one thing is true: the men who signed the Declaration put themselves at risk.  Some of them did lose their property, assets and even their own freedom.  When I consider my life today I am thankful to live in a society where I have the freedom to speak my mind and stand up for my beliefs and not risk my life in doing so.  I am thankful to live without someone else controlling the decisions I make.

But freedom is not free.  Currently, our nation depends on 1% of our population to protect our freedoms.  This is a big responsibility for a few brave souls.  These sailors, airmen and soldiers live with uncertainty, separations from family, relocations and stress we can’t fathom.  And they take on these challenges voluntarily.  They sacrifice for 99% of us every day of their service.

This year for Independence Day I challenge you to live your life to its fullest.  Celebrate your independence!  Show the signers of our Declaration and the 1% who protect our freedoms that their efforts are not in vain.  Place an American flag in front of your home.  Wear red, white or blue.  Do something you’ve always wanted to do but didn’t have the courage.  Read a book.  Watch a fireworks show.  Spend time with your family and friends. Go to the beach and listen to the waves.  Watch a marathon of your favorite television show. Thank a member of our Armed Forces for his or her service.

Whatever you choose to do with your day, remember there are millions of people in the world who don’t get the simple choices we take for granted every day.  Celebrate!  The men who signed the Declaration of Independence over 200 years ago would want you to do nothing less!