April 13th, 2007

can't sleep books will eat me

Book Report #30: Vernon Geberth: Practical Homicide Investigation

Research reading for Patience & Fortitude, remedial reading for Whiskey & Water.

I did not notice that I had made any glaring errors in the latter. But I get obsessive when it's too late to fix anything and start double-checking. I've read some of this before, of course.

Former NYC homicide commander Geberth knows his stuff, as you might expect. Also, he's funny. And he knows how to use humor to make his points memorable.

Keep in mind that the next person who runs up to you yelling murder may be the killer.

This is, as you might expect, an enormous tome (over 800 pages) but readable and well-organized, so it goes by fast. I finished the second half of it this morning, to give you an idea. 

It's a streetwise smart cop's guide to homicide investigation, including how to deal with and coordinate the media, outside specialists and professionals (forensics experts, FBI), and how to limit trauma to the victim's family.

It's foolish to judge an author by the text, but I'm left with the impression that Geberth is a pretty good cop.

Recommended for anybody writing anything in a modern setting involving a murder, even if none of your characters are cops, because it's also a crash course in streetwise for cops, and that's always useful. Nevertheless, we do not recommend looking at the color plates while eating eggplant parm.

And done reading in time to work out and shower before my massage therapy appointment. Yay!

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The WEG2006 Freestyle Dressage Final performance of Andreas Helgstrand on Blue Hors Matine.
That mare makes my heart hurt.



And a bonus:

WEG2006 Freestyle Dressage Final performance of Anky Van Grunsven on Keltec Salinero.

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he could play guitar just like ringing a bell

The amazing thing about practice is that it actually works. I'm always a little startled when that happens. I can almost find the high A in "House of the Rising Sun" half the time, these days. If I actually stopped goofing off, I could be done with the guitar book I am using and on to the next one soon, though I don't actually play very well at all. I know the stuff intellectually, I guess: it's just a matter of getting my reflexes trained.

I've more or less got recognizable versions of Greensleeves and Scarborough Faire down, though. Soon, I will be unstoppable. (Where soon = in thirty years or so.)

In other exciting news, I have survived chapter five of the algebra book (fractions) including the dividing by binomial denominators bit, although I may never actually internalize how that part works. I did kind of have a click experience about reciprocals, so that was nice. Although it raises the question, why *do* we have so many different methods of notating division?

By the way, I now think massage therapists are the finest people on earth. I cannot get over how much less pain I have. I'm exhausted from today's treatment, mind you, and might pass out at any moment, but I swear I feel like a new human being. Even my balance is better.

And now, I really need to clear out this slush before it eats me. Because tomorrow, I buy plants and see my eye doctor, who has miraculously come back out of retirement. I was mourning him. (I've been seeing the same guy since I was 8. You get attached.)