The Voice of the Absurd: http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/01/07/why-hagel-matters.html
Silence Speaks Golden: http://nationaljournal.com/politics/hagel-pick-pressures-pro-israel-democrats-20130106
He Knows of What He Speaks:
As it says on my website: It has always been my intent to give my listeners an earful on The Halli Casser-Jayne Show, Talk Radio for Fine Minds. The radio show is akin to the great salons of times past. Pour yourself a martini, grab a spot on your favorite sofa and listen to the great artists, writers, politicians, and celebrities of our day discuss and debate the current political and economic scene, art and music, film and literature or maybe talk about the newest trends in fashion, design and haute cuisine.
Whether it’s the current political cocktail or the latest must-read award-winning book, Halli tackles all topics and likes to stir — and sometimes shakes — things up. Discussions flow freely and sometimes get heated, but they’re always fun. It is talk radio for fine minds courtesy of Halli Casser-Jayne.
And yesterday, on the show when my guests were the delicious TV personality and author of My Beverly Hills Kitchen, Alex Hitz; author of Imperfect Bliss and style-maven Susan Fales-Hill; NY Times bestselling author of 14 books, her latest, The Shoemaker’s Daughter, Adriana Trigiani, and jazz pianist extraordinaire Tony Rosales…we achieved my intent.
I hope you’ll have a listen and enjoy the fun, erudite, cultured personalities who together represented what Talk Radio should be, can be, and was when you join my party as a listener of Wednesday’s show.
In the meantime, follow the links to discover more about my guests and to listen to the divine jazz piano of Tony Rosales.
I wanted to take the time to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and hope you have a delicious holiday. I’m including a link here for an episode of a 1950’s TV show that was very popular in its day, Father Knows Best. I remember the first time that I saw this episode and how frightened I was of Aunt Neva, but how magical a show it was so that I recalled the story for years to come. I looked and looked online for the episode year after year but was never able to find it, even when other episodes of the long-running series were posted on the internet.
And then, yesterday, there it was! I watched it with glee and enjoyed the story every bit as much as I did as a child, and maybe even more today for recognizing the simplicity of an era whose time has passed when the world was that much more innocent, and our natures equally so.
Aunt Neva still intimidates until she “sprouts her wings,” but the show’s lessons couldn’t be more important than they are today.
I hope you enjoy.
Hugz and love,
I hope you tune in when the interviewer is interviewed tonight, Dec. 20, 8 p.m ET!
BlogTalkRadio Co-Founder and CEO Alan Levy celebrates 2012 and what’s to come with BTR Staff and Hosts.
Alan will co-host the show with Amy Domestic, BlogTalkRadio Customer Service and Chitra Agrawal, BlogTalkRadio Marketing Director & welcome as his guests BlogTalkRadio hosts Sree Sreenivasan, Rodney Perry, Lara Galloway, Eric Olsen, Gael Sylvia, Anthony Donahue and Halli Casser-Jayne.
Alan will also be welcoming calls from listeners so tune in & call in with questions!
Tune in here: http://bit.ly/VCQ2zi
Guns kill, people kill and as we were reminded so brutally Friday, the two together – man and gun – are too often a lethal weapon.
Twenty kindergarten children under the age of 7 were killed and 6 adults were shot dead by two guns carried by a 20-year-old apparently known to have mental issues. The guns, it was reported, were obtained legally by the gunman’s mother, she killed allegedly by the mass murderer, her son, who pulled the triggers.
Faster than a speeding bullet the National Rifle Association bought out their big guns and put out their typical dribble: “We need to protect our children, not build laws against guns.”
The gun control advocates took advantage of the tragic moment, as they always do. Those in favor of enacting responsible gun legislation quickly pointed out that NOW is the time, once and for all, to move against the powerful gun lobby and put a stop to the insanity.
Repeat, repeat, repeat!
In the face of yet another mass gunning down of our nation’s children it is time to face the reality that politics has kept us from facing: America is facing an epidemic, not a virus unleashed by a fly or mosquito, but a man-made scourge allowed to grow by the irresponsible NRA Gun Lobby, a wing of the Republican Party, wrong on many issues that Election 2012 proved, and wrong on its defense of the Second Amendment to the Constitution ratified in 1791, before Americans went nuts.
The issue is not the defense of the Second Amendment.
Yet, despite this latest unspeakable tragedy, the gun lobby will fight in a narcissistic battle for its existence over the lives of America’s children. As I said, within an hour of the massacre the gun lobby/Right was accusing the anti gun people/Left of “politicizing” the tragedy as a ploy to keep our legislators, too many bought and paid for by the NRA, from acting against gun massacres.
In truth, there are two realities here. The first is the obvious: We as a society must act against gun massacres and this means enacting responsible legislation to curb the sale of guns to the wrong people.
But that’s not all. It is time to face the fact that something sinister is lurking in the underpinnings of American society. Look in our nation’s schools, on your street corners, on city subway grates, even in our attics, as if we’re still in the Victorian era, when families hid their “troubled” relatives. On the one hand mental illness remains a stigma in too many circles while on the other mental illness is overlooked by too many, maybe because we have become numb to the frequent look at the disturbed dotting our American landscape.
We are a disturbed and angry lot, too many reflecting an insipid anger that rages beneath our core.
It is past time that Americans face these unfortunate realities and take them on and digest the NRA’s position, which would say that if only the teachers and school principal had been armed with guns, than the tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut would never have occurred.
The NRA: an example of the angry and disturbed lot dotting our landscape.
OK, I’m a Royal watcher. I admit it. I’m a bit possessed with all things Royal. Why, I haven’t a clue. After all, what does it mean to be a Royal today? The Queen of England is only a figurehead even if she does live just a bit like a queen. The rest of the family are a bit over the top. By all reports Prince Phillip – to put it delicately – has been a bit of a bon vivant much of his life, Prince Charles is a bit daft, the late Princess Diana was allegedly a bit of a whore, the current wife of Charles a bit of a dog. Ruff! Ruff! And despite it all, I chomp at the bit for the latest Royal news.
So wasn’t I just a bit excited a few days ago when tidbits of the news that the Duchess of Cambridge, Kate Middleton, is a bit preggers with the next generation of Royal started to slip a bit into the news, even if she’s a bit sick with extreme morning sickness that has her husband, Prince William, the future King of England playing a bit part to all the drama that is Kate’s early pregnancy.
No word from brother and brother-in-law Prince Harry, this generation’s Royal bad boy, trying to make good after exposing himself in a Las Vegas hotel room causing a Royal Flush among the elder Royals, but I digress, yes, a bit.
Royal watching these days is a bit like watching my favorite bit of telly, Homeland, with plots and twists, sometimes a bit unbelievable, but a bit of fun nevertheless.
I suppose the Royals have become a bit of a diversion in this every bit of a nasty world. Watching their lives unfold is like watching an old Disney cartoon. Their lives are mostly good with just a bit of mischief. Of course Disney’s Cinderella comes to mind when Royal watching, proving every bit that little girls fantasies aren’t all that different than they used to be. We’re all looking for magical lives, women still dreaming of their Prince Charming, and little boys wishing to be King of their mountain.
All that being said, I am really excited about the Royal pregnancy and wish the future King William and his bride The Duchess of Cambridge just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit of bloomin’ luck! Tra la la!
UPDATE: It’s a King! 8 lbs., 6 ounces
Third in line to the throne!
November 28th, The Halli Casser-Jayne Show, Talk Radio for Fine Minds offered a fun, informative show on online dating and breakups. We hope that you enjoyed the show. But online dating has its risks. Below is a piece by Hemmanshu Nigam, the world’s top web-security Expert, who was kind enough to send this over. We hope you’ll listen to the show and enjoy our guests. We hope you’ll keep Mr. Nigam’s online dating advice.
HOW TO DATE ONLINE SAFELY
As if looking for love weren’t intimidating enough, online dating can have shattering consequences. Take Carole Markin, a TV producer in Hollywood who recently sued a dating website claiming she was brutally attacked at her home by a man she met online who, she later discovered, was a convicted sex offender. Thankfully, Markin’s experience is not the norm, but it contains lessons for online daters.
Meeting someone in cyberspace is significantly different from meeting someone in person. In the real world, your dating “site” is made up of friends, co-workers, family and acquaintances. While this network of “real” people doesn’t ensure that you’ll never have a bad date, having that personal and human connection is vitally important.
Seeing the whites of their eyes might be a cliche, but it’s a cliche because it remains relevant. It gives you a sense of the person. Because we don’t have the benefit of that personal contact online, there are some extra safety measures that need to be taken.
In the real world, you might meet potential dates at parties or bars, and often go out on group or double dates. You are in the unfortunate position online of not having enough information to determine whether you should trust the information you have. Can you trust that the picture really is of that person, that the person is even real to begin with and that all the person’s information and communications are legitimate?
A safe encounter can often depend on a safe dating website. Not all sites are created equal. Here are some questions to ask to help find a site that is right for you:
Does the site screen-vet candidates?
How does the site lower the chances of abuse?
How does the site handle abuse if it happens?
Do the terms of service allow explicit content?
Does the site review webcams, chats and videos?
Does the site provide users with tips on how to safely and successfully navigate the site to avoid predators and scammers?
Does the site provide an emergency phone number?
Does the site run all users through a registered sex offender database such as SSP Blue’s RSO SAFE?
It’s comforting to think that everyone on dating sites is just as earnest as you are: looking for love and hoping to find a soul mate. Sadly, even the online dating world has scammers.
One of the more common scams involves a lovely woman with a gorgeous photo looking for a new love in America. Her story is a poignant one: no family to speak of, a big heart, a desire to see men she meets online. Eventually, this woman asks for money, perhaps to help with a ticket or because she has been detained trying to leave her home country.
The man wires her money, and then she disappears. This is disheartening, heartbreaking and all too frequent. This is one of many scams. Learn more here.
If you wind up making an online connection and want to meet in person, meet in a public place, preferably well-lit, familiar to you and in an area with which you are comfortable. While these suggestions apply strongly to women, men would do well to take note as well. Predators and scammers are not all men.
Engaging in safe dating online, in some ways, is no different from dating safely in person. But because you can’t see the whites of his or her eyes online, your own eyes and ears need to exercise extra precaution.
Hemanshu (Hemu) Nigam is the founder of SSP Blue, the leading advisory firm for online safety, security and privacy challenges facing corporations and governments. A veteran of online security, he brings over 20 years of experience in private industry, government and law enforcement. He has been called upon by institutions from the United Nations to The White House to provide counsel on the world’s most critical online protection challenges, and has been featured as an expert by the BBC, BusinessWeek, CNN, Financial Times, Fox News, The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal and the CBS Early Show. Article reprinted with permission.
I knew the Pied Piper…personally…I did. But his real name was Larry Hagman aka J.R. Ewing born of Peter Pan aka Mary Martin and husband of wife Jeannie, as of I Dream of aka Barbara Eden and real life husband of Maj and oh, so much more.
He was as unusual as his connections to those of fame, fortune and fortitude. He was one of a kind.
I was a young woman when first we met; I wet behind the ears, still innocent and star struck, a girl just a step off the family funny farm.
Fate had guided me to California, my best friend the daughter of Hollywood royalty whose weekend home was in the tony beach community, The Malibu Colony, where neighbors were the likes of Barbra Streisand, Linda Ronstadt, Burgess Meredith, the compelling Larry Hagman and his earthy wife the former Maj Axelsson whose deep and throaty voice was as rolling as a blue Pacific wave.
Weekends were heady affairs for this nubile young woman. The doors to the sea were open, the opulent homes of the rich and famous my playground. My best friend laughed at my wide-eyed view of her world, the stars that lit up her neighborhood merely the people next door. From a small-town in New Jersey to a party where the man who sat next to me was Burt Lancaster, life was a pretty heady experience.
I remember hearing my best friend’s mom ask if I talked, I was star struck into silence when first we met. To those who know me now, a talk radio host, that must seem amusing. I have, indeed, come a long way, baby.
But then I was alone in my silence until joining me every Sunday that startling, sizzling, summer was the otherwise vociferous Larry Hagman. Sundays were his day of voice rest and his time to enjoy the sea, the neighbor we all loved, the nicest house on the block. Bedecked and bedazzling in his white Martial Arts outfit and his Chinese Cooley hat, his alcoholic beverage always in hand, Hagman would walk the beach in silence on Sunday afternoons. The water of the Pacific Ocean shimmered, but paled in comparison with Hagman, a diamond in the rough, a glittering presence in this deeply illuminated world.
“Come,” my friend Betsy would shout to me above the din of the talkative sea. And off we’d scramble, the soles of our youthful feet burning at the touch of the scorching sand as we took our place behind Hagman, our Pied Piper, we his entourage, as we began our Sunday trek, following Larry up the beach.
He knew we were there. He signaled our presence with a J.R. Ewing smile and a brief nod of his head, but said nothing, only continued walking Betsy and I, two sojourners following his way, he our pied piper at once silent but powerful.
Hagman never spoke and we never cajoled him. He walked, we followed, his silence music to our ears.
It is said that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and thus mine began on the point of a shooting star named Larry Hagman. His silence was sweet and enduring, his lesson to listen, to feel the magic in the hush.
Yesterday, Hagman’s walk on earth ended, but mine continues, forever touched by the legend that was the man, Larry Hagman, his footsteps permanently imprinted on the sand, one who walked so tall, lit by the light of his own stardom, powered in life as in death by the singeing sounds of silence.