Category: G is for…

On the Road Again…

OVER THERE AT THE M3 BLOG,  a guest post by me for Red…

Here it is… here is my guest post over at M3 Blog entitled “To Review… or Not” I hope you get a chance to head on over and have a read…
I had a specific reason for writing it, and that, of course, was to encourage any of you, my dearest peeps out there, to read my book Fractal Dreams, and the to kindly review it over there at Redmund Pro. In fact, if you are so inclined, please email me or get a hold of me in any of my various carnations and I can see you get a FREE e-copy of the book, Fractal Dreams. You can download a .pdf file of the book, which you then can enjoy, at your leisure on your very own computer or laptop or tablet or wherever you can open an Adobe .pdf file. If you email me at, or tweet me, or reach out and touch me in any way you can think of, I’ll get to you a FREE .pdf file of my very first ever book, Fractal Dreams. Please? I’d be ever so grateful!

Keep in mind, if you’d prefer to buy (gasp) a copy of your very own that would be even better. And, still I would ask of you to write me a review and post it to the Redmund Pro “write a review” section. To be honest, I want to see a whole bunch new reviews there, that I can then share with ayouse, my peeps on Twitter and FB and maybe even here on Buddhakat the Blog or maybe at one of my shops where my art is available to purchase in various products, like prints, stretched canvas prints, acrylic prints, metal prints, magnets, coasters, iPhone or iPad cases or even a delightful little mouse pad, if you still use one of those. I’m even going to repoen my Etsy shop for a bit, once I get it all straightened away and sell some mousepads (maybe a mug or 2) over there at my Buddhakat’s Etsy Shop (no link, it’s not actually active at the moment).

So, anyhoo, hope you can hop on over to M3 and catvch my guest post and… well, you know the rest… (I’m feeling a little excited here, with the thought that I may get some new reviews for my cute little first ever book… ok – I’ll cut it out! Quit that, Janet. Really!

And I really would like to get your permissions to repost your review on over at GoodReads too, or any other locations that pop into my head… Or you could go around looking at some of the reviews I have written for other books…

okee dokee…

…here’s a little tune to get you on your way…

bye bye for now, y’all….


Buddhakat’s Dazzling Zazzle Shoppe

but I haven’t had any time this past week to gather some more of my lovelies, so to tide you over until I can put together a fine fractal feature, there’s this…

and for your added pleasure another little gem from Mark Fiore’s library…

Just to let you know, this week we had a marvelous memorial service for Harley Guy, fully honored by the Patriot Guard. They led the procession to Fort Snelling, our military cemetery here and HG was interred with a full 21 gun salute. At the service before, the floor was opened for anyone who wished to share. There were many sweet stories about HG’s generous spirit, his loyalty and his lust for life. One of the most beautiful services I’ve seen. It was intimate and brought together many folks from many different lifestyles!  RIP, HG!

back soon with your regularly scheduled fractal feature…




G is for… GANESH

Here we are… Day 7 of the April 2013 AtoZ Challenge…

I got so excited, I may have forgotten to mention my theme – it is fractals, fractal art, everything fractal up to and including my new book Fractal Dreams! Have a look around my pages and such to see lots more fractals. Also, every Friday I post a FridayFractalFeature (fff, for short) for all to enjoy! Thanks for stopping by and engaging in the A to Z 2013 Challenge! This is my FIRST ever, so I’m pretty excited! So every day I will post a fractal whose title starts with the letter of the day… and perhaps other things fractal related. How many amazing bloggers have you found while hopping?

G is for….
the fractal for G is: Ganesh



Ganesh is not in my first book Fractal Dreams.

Check out all my art at the following galleries:
Red Bubble
Deviant Art

#fractals #AtoZChallenge #digitalart

Disclaimer: I am NOT a mathematician, so please forgive the uneducated tone of my definitions. I am an artist, so I try to explain the math of fractals to the best of my (limited)  ability.

Here’s another book that was recently released with the launch of Redmund Pro. It is THE GIRL IN
by Gail Thornton.

I think it is a great read and an excellent memoir!

By Gail Thornton
Reviewed by Janet Russell

To a five year old child, the world is all defined in absolutes. There are no degrees of any feelings, no combination of some of this and some of that, to make life less scary.
Now imagine you have become that child. You see the world through her eyes and all of this awful stuff is happening to you. That’s what happened to me, as soon as I started reading The Girl in the Iron Lung.



I became the young child whose limbs would not now do what they are supposed to do. I panicked, trying to get to my parents’ room, because I knew that they would know what to do.
But my parents are afraid too. I can hear it in their voices as they hurry to get coated up for a night drive to the hospital. My parents take me to a large scary building where people dressed in white are looking down at me. Suddenly I’m being rushed down the hall on this rolling bed and taken into a room with many of these big clunky machines. I see little



kids heads poking out of these machines, but that is all I see of the kids.
And I was left there in the clutches of this big loud machine that swallows me up. What could be worse?
Well, perhaps the fear that you have become defective and your parents have traded you in for a daughter that works right. That can walk and reach out and show how worthy you are of their love.
You barely have an idea of what life is all about, much less the loneliness, the despair, the fear, the knowledge that you have this awful thing called polio.
Suddenly you are thrust into a world where your parents seem to be afraid and mad at you at the same time. Where other adults display their quirks in doses so large, sometimes you really can’t take it.
Gail relays this true story so well, the story becomes not just about Gail, but about you, as well.
There were nightly exercises that hurt so much, but she knew would make her walk. There were the special clothes she had to wear that helped keep her back straight. Every day she needed the help of Mommy and Daddy to get dressed.



Finally came the excitement of preparing for school. After all her hard work, Gail was certain she would be riding the bus to school just like the other kids real soon.
And then more disappointment, as she realized she would not be taking the bus with the other kids. And still more when she would fall at school and even sometimes had to ask for help.
Soon, though, Gail became the triumphant young lady who not only had accomplished so much, but also had learned the skill of looking back and realizing how far she had come!
And that is what makes this book such a compelling read. It’s a coming of age story, not of a young adult. Of a child of 5 who learns real quick, and usually the hard way, what it means to grow up and take charge of her own life.
The author and I are contemporaries, yet I never had to experience any of this terrible sickness of the first half of the twentieth century, polio. Now I realize how lucky I was!

I HIGHLY recommend this book!! Especially to those who might feel the vaccine unnecessary, or



are wondering if they should give the polio vaccine to their children.
I’m sure glad I got my vaccination before polio got me!! The vaccine only came available in the 50’s, thanks to Jonas Salk and Albert Sabin.
Gail also addresses the international project to eradicate this virus and provides excellent statistics that show the progress of this endeavor.

At the same time, Gail released another book, THE REGRET OF A FLOWER, a book of lovely poetry.
I haven’t read this book yet, but having found her to be skilled as a writer, I am very much looking forward to it!! Below is a link to Red’s interview of Gail relating to THE REGRET OF A FLOWER!


PubMedHealth: poliomyelitis
CDC Global Health: Polio
M3: Interveiw with Gail Thornton about, THE REGRET OF A FLOWER
Image from the following websites (no copyright infringement intended; if you own rights, plz contact me):
Wikipedia: Negative Pressure Ventilator
NPR: How We Wiped Out Polio

G is for…. Gail
T is for Thornton
P is for… polio

Gail Thornton

“The Regret of a Flower”
Isn’t that just the most haunting title? That is the title of a soon to be released book of poetry by Gail Thornton.

I have grown to know and like Gail, personally.  I read her other book, “Girl in the Iron Lung” (also soon to be released) and I was enthralled from the start.
It is told from the perspective of a 5 year old child. To children of that age, everything is absolute. There is no relativity with which to temper emotions and perceptions. And that is what kept me reading, eyes glued, until the very end.
Even though at first it seems that this can only end badly, by the end of the book, my heart swelled with the pride she must have felt by overcoming challenge after disappointing challenge.

Both trailers are also the creative brainchildren of this artistic and strong woman of today.

As well, Gail has an Etsy shop, Eclectic Designs and (of course) a blog of her own.

I can’t wait to read “The Regret of a Flower”. As near to tears as “Girl in the Iron Lung” brought me, I’m almost certain, I will go far beyond tearing up to full blown soulful crying of emotional depth.

RedmundPro: YouTube channel
Gail Thornton: YouTube Channel PoetSis
Waiting is… Waiting is…:

G is for…        GAIL

T is for…        THORNTON


As Not Seen on TV
Restaurant Review: Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar in Times Square

GUY FIERI, have you eaten at your new restaurant in Times Square? Have you pulled up one of the 500 seats at Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar and ordered a meal? Did you eat the food? Did it live up to your expectations?

Did panic grip your soul as you stared into the whirling hypno wheel of the menu, where


adjectives and nouns spin in a crazy vortex? When you saw the burger described as “Guy’s Pat LaFrieda custom blend, all-natural Creekstone Farm Black Angus beef patty, LTOP (lettuce, tomato, onion + pickle), SMC (super-melty-cheese) and a slathering of Donkey Sauce on garlic-buttered brioche,” did your mind touch the void for a minute?

Did you notice that the menu was an unreliable predictor of what actually came to the table? Were the “bourbon butter crunch chips” missing from your Almond Joy cocktail, too? Was your deep-fried “boulder” of ice cream the size of a standard scoop?

What exactly about a small salad with four or five miniature croutons makes Guy’s Famous Big Bite Caesar (a) big (b) famous or (c) Guy’s, in any meaningful sense?

Were you struck by how very far from awesome the Awesome Pretzel Chicken Tenders are? If you hadn’t come up with the recipe yourself, would you ever guess that the shiny tissue of breading that exudes grease onto the plate contains either pretzels or smoked almonds? Did you discern any buttermilk or brine in the white meat, or did you think it tasted like chewy air?

Why is one of the few things on your menu that can be eaten without fear or regret — a lunch-only sandwich of chopped soy-glazed pork with coleslaw and cucumbers — called a Roasted Pork Bahn Mi, when it resembles that item about as much as you resemble Emily Dickinson?

When you have a second, Mr. Fieri, would you see what happened to the black bean and roasted squash soup we ordered?

Hey, did you try that blue drink, the one that glows like nuclear waste? The watermelon margarita? Any idea why it tastes like some combination of radiator fluid and formaldehyde?

At your five Johnny Garlic’s restaurants in California, if servers arrive with main courses and find that the appetizers haven’t been cleared yet, do they try to find space for the new plates next to the dirty ones? Or does that just happen in Times Square, where people are used to crowding?

If a customer shows up with a reservation at one of your two Tex Wasabi’s outlets, and the rest of the party has already been seated, does the host say, “Why don’t you have a look around and see if you can find them?” and point in the general direction of about 200 seats?

What is going on at this new restaurant of yours, really?

Has anyone ever told you that your high-wattage passion for no-collar American food makes you television’s answer to Calvin Trillin, if Mr. Trillin bleached his hair, drove a Camaro and drank Boozy Creamsicles? When you cruise around the country for your show “Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives,” rasping out slangy odes to the unfancy places where Americans like to get down and greasy, do you really mean it?


Or is it all an act? Is that why the kind of cooking you celebrate on television is treated with so little respect at Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar?

How, for example, did Rhode Island’s supremely unhealthy and awesomely good fried calamari — dressed with garlic butter and pickled hot peppers — end up in your restaurant as a plate of pale, unsalted squid rings next to a dish of sweet mayonnaise with a distant rumor of spice?

How did Louisiana’s blackened, Cajun-spiced treatment turn into the ghostly nubs of unblackened, unspiced white meat in your Cajun Chicken Alfredo?

How did nachos, one of the hardest dishes in the American canon to mess up, turn out so deeply unlovable? Why augment tortilla chips with fried lasagna noodles that taste like nothing except oil? Why not bury those chips under a properly hot and filling layer of melted cheese and jalapeños instead of dribbling them with thin needles of pepperoni and cold gray clots of ground turkey?

By the way, would you let our server know that when we asked for chai, he brought us a cup of hot water?

When you hung that sign by the entrance that says, WELCOME TO FLAVOR TOWN!, were you just messing with our heads?

Does this make it sound as if everything at Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar is inedible? I didn’t say that, did I?

Tell me, though, why does your kitchen sabotage even its more appealing main courses with ruinous sides and sauces? Why stifle a pretty good bison meatloaf in a sugary brown glaze with no undertow of acid or spice? Why send a serviceable herb-stuffed rotisserie chicken to the table in the company of your insipid Rice-a-Roni variant?

Why undermine a big fist of slow-roasted pork shank, which might fly in many downtown restaurants if the General Tso’s-style sauce were a notch less sweet, with randomly shaped scraps of carrot that combine a tough, nearly raw crunch with the deadened, overcooked taste of school cafeteria vegetables?

Is this how you roll in Flavor Town?

Somewhere within the yawning, three-level interior of Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar, is there a long refrigerated tunnel that servers have to pass through to make sure that the French fries, already limp and oil-sogged, are also served cold?

What accounts for the vast difference between the Donkey Sauce recipe you’ve published and the Donkey Sauce in your restaurant? Why has the hearty, rustic appeal of roasted-garlic mayonnaise been replaced by something that tastes like Miracle Whip with minced raw garlic?

And when we hear the words Donkey Sauce, which part of the donkey are we supposed to think about?

Is the entire restaurant a very expensive piece of conceptual art? Is the shapeless, structureless baked alaska that droops and slumps and collapses while you eat it, or don’t eat it, supposed to be a representation in sugar and eggs of the experience of going insane?

Why did the toasted marshmallow taste like fish?

Did you finish that blue drink?

Oh, and we never got our Vegas fries; would you mind telling the kitchen that we don’t need them?


Guy’s American Kitchen & Bar

“SAY WHAT‽‽‽‽‽”


220 West 44th Street (Seventh Avenue), (646) 532-4897,

ATMOSPHERE 500 seats, three levels, three bars, one chaotic mess.

SERVICE The well-meaning staff seems to realize that this is not a real restaurant.

SOUND LEVEL Rawk and roll, but at moderate volumes.

RECOMMENDED Roasted Pork Bahn Mi, General Tso’s Crispy Pork Shank, Cedar Plank Salmon with Jalapeño Apricot Jam.

DRINKS AND WINE Margaritas, while too sweet and strong, are the best cocktails. Draft beers are better than the largely dull wines.

PRICES Soups, salads and appetizers, $8.95 to $16.50; sandwiches, pastas and main courses, $16.95 to $31.50.

HOURS Sunday to Wednesday, 11:30 a.m. to midnight; Thursday to Saturday, 11:30 a.m. to 1 a.m.


WHEELCHAIR ACCESS The bar area and an accessible restroom are on street level.

WHAT THE STARS MEAN Ratings range from zero to four stars and reflect the reviewer’s reaction primarily to food, with ambience, service and price taken into consideration.

Hmmmm… I wonder if I know anybody who could check this out and see how true it really is… (?eg?)!!!

Check out the 1024 comments (or at least a few of them at the NY TIMES

Guy Fieri and More Maligned Food Network Stars ABC News

Guy Fieri dot com

Guy Fieri fires back at searing ‘NYT’ restaurant review


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Well, I just love this guy’s FB page and he makes me laugh every day!!!
WTG George!!!

Smile for you for Wednesday!!!


Hi everyone… I just wanted to take a moment of our time to let you know Jeff Goins is running a promo (good 6/24/2012 only) on his e-book, You Are a Writer (So Start ACTING Like One) exclusively at
I’m doing this all on my own and not getting anything for it. I already own the book (paid for it too) and think it’s terrific.

So if you’re interested I hope you get a chance to get your FREE e-copy today.

I’ve been subscribed to Jeff Goins’ daily blog for over a year now, and he has some really good, down to earth thoughts for all writers of any level. I’m impressed. It all seems so simple, yet that’s the beauty of it! It makes total sense!!!

Love to hear what you think, if you order it (or of you already own it). Even a one word thought/review is terrific. You can email me at I’d love to hear from you.

and for your listening pleasure today…
LOVE the bass… LOVE IT!!!



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J is for… (Jeff)
G is for… (Goins)



Daily dose

Allergies Chardonnay de Paeuf 1 glass
Anemia Graves 4 glass
Bronchitis Bourgogne or Bordeaux
> ( + sugar and cinnamon )
3 cups
Constipation Anjou blanc electricity . Vouvray 4 glass
Coronary arteries Dry Champagne 4 glass
Diarrhea Beaujolais Nouveau 4 glass
Fever Champagne sec 1 bottle
Heart Burgundy , Santenay Rouge Two glass
Uric acid gout Sancerre , Pouilly Fume 4 glass
Hypertension Alsace , Sancerre 4 glass
Excessive weight loss Côte de Beaune 4 glass
Menopause Saint Emilion 4 glass
Depression Rhine 4 glass

Rosé de Provence
4 glass
1 bottle
Rheumatism Champagne 4 glass


My new Medicine Cabinet – nice, eh‽‽‽‽‽


Q: Where can men over the age of 60 find younger women who are interested in them? A: Try a bookstore under fiction.
Q: What can a man do while his wife is going through menopause? A: Keep busy. If you’re handy with tools, you can finish the basement. When you’re done you’ll have a place to live.
Q: How can you increase the heart rate of your 60-plus year old husband? A: Tell him you’re pregnant.
Q: How can you avoid that terrible curse of the elderly wrinkles? A: Take off your glasses.
Q: Why should 60-plus year old people use valet parking? A: Valets don’t forget where they park your car.
Q: Is it common for 60-plus year olds to have problems with short term memory storage? A: Storing memory is not a problem, Retrieving it is the problem.
Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly? A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.
Q: Where should 60-plus year olds look for eye glasses? A: On their foreheads.
Q: What is the most common remark made by 60-plus year olds when they enter antique stores? A: “Gosh, I remember these!”

SMILE, You’ve still got your sense of humor!

Some of what comprises this post has been extracted from a recursive email (email I got from a friend who got it from a friend who got it from a friend who got…). All links and attributions are from my own due diligence (ie surfing and searching, with TinEye and without). Not that I want a pat on the back or anything. I just want it clear I didn’t (I wish!!) create any of these pieces and I attributed where possible.  I am the Curator. Then I thought it would be fun to add related articles, etc. So I did.

So there you have it. My brain at work.




FYI… (I’ll probably add more links/pings over the next couple days)

peace and hugs…


EDIT: links to HuffPost blog/article should be working now – sorry…

This is an article/blog I ran into today, that put a lot of things into focus for me.  Some initiatives that are prepped and ready to go – just got to get them past some stubborn elephants and donkeys.

We’ve got to create a major mindshift here. Stop doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results!!

Granted, these subjects/ideas might seem a little boring to some, maybe they don’t have the kind of glamor and polarity we need (do we?). What we really need are some good common sense folks with good intentions and the concept of a picture bigger than their own backyard to do what it takes to make some rational, reasonable changes like this happen. And then for ALL of us to roll up our sleeves and do our part.

I’m not sayin’ it will be easy. There will still have to be sacrifices, from many people on many fronts.  But, by the Universe, what else have we got that’s as solid and stable as these as these proposed initiatives. Nothing we’ve tried so far has done any good. In fact, all I can see is us back pedaling so fast, we might just travel ourselves backwards in time from all that backpedaling.

I know what else it is. The little glory hounds won’t be happy unless their blowing up some 0ther poor sop’s country cuz we want what they have. That is definitely NOT a sustainable resource based economy. And by “that”, I mean war. It seems like every time we get a little (or more) behind, our eyes get bigger than our stomachs, our britches suddenly seem WAY too small and we just gotta crack some buttheads, to make us a buck and give ourselves a boner while we’re at it.

Well, I’m here to tell you, that way has never worked. And it never will. Some of the best comebacks in history are because some hard-assed, but honest sumbitch, finally got some rocks knocked outta thier heads and realized no one else is going to do it. WE have to do it, and we have to do it soon. All those dystopian societies people seem to like writing about, or reading about, or watching movies about aren’t that far away. What hope have we if our education, our infrastructure, our social skills suddenly just don’t make a difference anymore, cuz the whole damn thing fell right out from under us. None. Just plain none.

Is that what we’re ready to face?

The only things I can see that would keep if from being effective are 1) even if proposed and promoted, if the goal. intent are not honorable and honest, forget it, and 2) the “fear” (or greed?) of the private sector to hold onto their coffers/pockets (which ), rather than think globally and reinvest some of that hard earned capital in what could actually have us pulling ourselves up by our own bootstraps, whilst creating the “pie-in-the-sky” (it doesn’t have to be a dream – we can make it happen) sustainable resource based economy. Oh and, of course, there must be honor, trust and respect all in the spirit of creating something not only for ourselves, but our other planet sharers AND all our heirs!!!

Just think how good it would feel to know we DID figure it out and made it work!!!

 So. Why aren’t we being inundated with reasons why we should encourage our lawmakers to follow through with/on these initiatives? In fact, I had no idea there were already so many good proposals even on the table, much less all laid out all nice and neat…

 It seems to me, these ideas are just as worthy of passion and promotion and even some good old fashioned honest rhetoric, as, say, what kind of undearwear Mitt and his family wear!!!

Don’t you think?

I’m gonna go see what my lawmakin’ folks think about some of the things these 2 guys spell out here. Maybe one or 2 of them will listen to/and make some sense!!

Plain old ordinary horse sense. Common sense.

Related: RE Jobs: Picking the Low Hanging Fruit, Part 2


EDIT 5/15/12: here’s the comment I put up  on the post:

Come on, all y’all groaners and naysayers… what say we start with something that makes a little sense, for a change. I’d much rather be contacting my senators and representatives asking them to support something like this than, say, discussing what kind of underwear Mitt and his undead family wear!?!?!?!?
You know why we never get any changes made? Because we keep doing the same stupid things over and over and over, expecting to get different results.
Maybe these ideas are boring and mundane and not very conducive to passion – well maybe it’s time to put that passion on the back burner, where it’ll be ready to fire up our good old common sense.
I know some lawmakers that actually DO want to know what I think. And I intend to tell them I think that has a lot of meat and potatoes to it!!! (Sorry all ye Vegans! Just a figure of speech!)
Maybe it’s time for us all to roll up our sleeves and start digging in.



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