When I have an extra 3 million dollars I'll buy this house in Ocean City, NJ.
Thanks to Jim Marshall for sending the photo.
One of New Directions members is reading the JESUS CALLING series.
Click here.
For many years, the author, Sarah Young, ministered to the Japanese-speaking community in Perth, Australia.
How little we know about the ways of the world.
I've been watching The BBC film series Colditz, about British and American men captured by the Germans.
These were high-risk and important men.
Finally, they were set free tho the war was not over.
Watch Colditz here.
Do YOU know anyone who had been a prisoner of war?
Actually I had written a fictional story about this for Zero Dark Thirty.
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A man named Paul Fortune died the other day. He was an interior designer who also designed houses.
In the world of interiors, Paul Fortune was a cult figure, if not quite a household name. That, like everything about him, was by his own design. The British-born decorator, who passed away on June 15 at the age of 69 at his home in Ojai, California, eschewed social media.
He kept a low profile, moving several years ago from his longtime home in Laurel Canyon—the elegant, atmospheric setting where he entertained friends like Rupert Everett, Angie Bowie, Marc Jacobs, and Marisa Berenson—to drop out in the lush hills north of Los Angeles with his longtime companion, ceramist Chris Brock.
The ploy backfired. “He tried to disappear, but that only made him more in demand,” says his friend, the designer David Netto. “The more he tried to make himself obscure, the more people were beating a path to his door.”
I met Paul in the mid-1990s, when I worked at Condé Nast’s House & Garden magazine, where he was a contributing editor (and the personal designer to the company’s then–editorial director, James Truman). I had just arrived at the magazine when Paul was assigned to style a story on rectangular glass vessels.
In a world of unlimited budgets for sets and flowers, Paul—dapper, with a dry sense of humor and a passing resemblance to David Bowie—ordered a crate of oranges, stacking the fruit into towers and the glass vases into geometric rows. “It’s all about the oranges, isn’t it?” Truman remarked of the simple but genius gesture. Like everything Paul did, the understatement conveyed a perfect sense of cool.
- From Elle magazine.
I just ate a quarter of a juicy orange. So delicious!
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Ever heard of Love for Three Oranges? Here it is by Sergei Prokofiev.
Listen here.
His wife Lina was arrested in one of Stalin's purges and sent to Siberia.
Read about it here and view photo of the entire family.
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Ever heard of Love for Three Oranges? Here it is by Sergei Prokofiev.
Listen here.
His wife Lina was arrested in one of Stalin's purges and sent to Siberia.
Read about it here and view photo of the entire family.
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