Author: jeff markowitz

Author of the award-winning thriller Death and White Diamonds.

Cat naked baby survey

Have you ever wondered what happens when you fail to renew your domain name? Once upon a time, I owned I didn’t need it anymore, so I let it lapse. Now it points to a Japanese detective site. And if you let google translate the page, you learn the following –

What is needed in cheating survey is “evidence of cheating” that you can pass anywhere you go. Although circumstantial evidence that can be gathered around us is also effective, evidence of flirty taking images of cheating sites themselves in images or images does not allow others to escape. Also, by acquiring clear evidence of cheating, it will make it easier for you to claim payment for partner as well as partner.
Both partners and cheating partners acquire clear evidence that can be firmly identified. This is the result of a cheating survey asked for detectives.

Acquisition of this clear evidence. It is not something that comes out as a result as you would expect if you ask a cheat survey any detective. Depending on the detective, there seems to be some evidence that something difficult to distinguish face from.
Also, it seems that such a detective that will finish the investigation report only by telephone is inside. Depending on the detective asking for the creation of the report, it is treated as an option, and it is necessary to confirm the handling of the report at the time of contract.

The report of cheating survey is to demonstrate power when requesting divorce and consolation fee. Even though we made a survey carefully, if a report that is not usable has been issued, it may become meaningless even though we requested it with great difficulty.

In this site, we will introduce the points to ask unspecified detectives to investigate flotation which is not allowed to fail.

Please be aware that “If you are a detective, you are dealing with a cat naked baby survey.”
The flotation survey is the most popular among the cases brought to the detective, and it seems that there are also such things like “If you are going to start business, first start handling from flirt investigation.” Detectives may not be well-known, but it is an industry that has quite a few new notifications (so-called new opening) every year.
However, there are quite a few businesses out of business, and in order to survive, we must be equipped with necessary things as detectives. Because cheating survey is the basic survey, it can be said that the most sensitive investigator’s investigation is a survey.



On Tuesday, the MWA NY Crime Fiction Reading Series returned to KGB Bar. It’s a great little bar in the East Village.

And it was a great lineup of authors who read excerpts from their new and upcoming releases.

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Alex Segura
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Carrie Smith
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Laura K. Curtis
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L.R. Hieber
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Tim O’Mara
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Thomas Pluck
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Wallace Stroby


And me? I had the pleasure of sipping a little scotch and hosting the gathering.

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Jeff Markowitz


We’ll be back at KGB on June 7 for another night of crime fiction.

Such is life

It was 43 years ago. I was hitchhiking around the country. (What else was I supposed to do? After graduating from Princeton, I applied for and was turned down by Ringling Bros Circus Clown College).

So I pitched my tent deep in the woods and wrote in my journal. Every few weeks I  would hike back to civilization to visit friends, do laundry and, when absolutely necessary, find a temp job.

That’s why, in February, 1975, I agreed to a job interview at one of the first schools in the country for children with autism. I walked in the door, with no idea what to expect.

A young boy, he couldn’t have been more than six, grabbed my hair with one hand and my beard with the other, and, in 1975, you have to picture me with a lot more hair. So anyway, the youngster grabs and doesn’t let go, until a young woman comes running down the hall and gently, but firmly disentangles me.

I got the job –  2 hours a day, four days a week, lasting, at most, three months. It was nearly perfect.

At the end of three months they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse, work full-time all summer for $55/week and in September I’d get a raise to $70/week. How could I say no to that?

Years went by. I continued working with children and adults with autism. And I continued writing. It took me thirteen years to write my first manuscript. Twenty-seven years, if you count the re-writes. It was a modern Buddhist parable on the nature of enlightenment and it was unpublishable.

In 1992, I founded the Life Skills Resource Center, providing services in New Jersey to adults with autism. Programs operate twenty-four hours/day, 365 days/year. Somehow, I  managed to write four mysteries, mostly at 5:30 in the morning.  My last book, a black comedy, Death and White Diamonds, was published in 2014.

And what about that modern Buddhist parable? A few years ago, I took it out of the file cabinet, cut approximately 65,000 words and discovered a pretty decent short story. The Sound Bite was published in 2006 in Woman’s Corner Magazine.

I have spent the last 43 years creating community-based programs, services and supports in New Jersey for children and adults with autism. Forty-three years, and not one day more. Today I join the ranks of the retired. I celebrated by going to the local Social Security Office and applying for Medicare Part B.

And that young woman, the one who disentangled me at the job interview in February, 1975? This would be a really good story if I could tie her back into the story, before the end. Well, if she doesn’t get tired of having me around the house, this spring we will celebrate our thirty-eighth anniversary.

Such is life.

The week in review

If I’m going to start blogging again, I have to remember to take photos. Because this would be an easy blog to publish, if I posted a series of captioned photos. But I didn’t. So I can’t.

So, anyway, last Tuesday after work, I jumped on a train to Manhattan and got to the Mysterious Bookshop in time for the launch party for Annamaria Alfieri and Sujata Massey. It was great listening to these two authors of historical mysteries compare notes on how they research and recreate their historical settings – in Sujata’s new book, The Widows of Malabar Hill, Bombay in the 1920s and in Annamaria’s latest book, The Blasphemers, colonial Africa in roughly the same time period. If you’re a fan of historical mysteries, I recommend both books.

Wednesday after work, it was another train ride to Manhattan for the monthly meeting of the NY chapter of the Mystery Writers of America. Somehow, the meeting was different, and not only because of the fabulous guest speaker. Damon Suede, author of “gay romance and homoerotic fiction” joined us to discuss author branding. We left the meeting with a renewed sense of what it takes to create your brand. But, at least for me, that’s not what made the monthly meeting different. Did I mention? I’ve been elected Chapter President for the New York region of the Mystery Writers of America.

On Friday, it was back to Manhattan for a fabulous week-end with an extraordinary group of writers. As the new President of the NY region, I have the privilege of serving on the National Board. This week-end was the annual meeting and the orientation of new Board members. It is a privilege I don’t take lightly.

Heaven help us all!

The year the ball didn’t drop

It was 42 years ago, December 31, 1975, my first year teaching school and I was visiting friends in California during winter break. It took me four days to hitchhike from New Jersey to Los Angeles. After two days in California, it was time for me to head back to NJ. My plan was to hitchhike. (I had done it in both directions perhaps a half-dozen times in the previous 18 month so I was confident about the timing). Anyway, if I left L.A. on the 31st, I’d be home on the 3rd, ready for work on the 4th. Only I didn’t much like the idea of standing on the side of L.A. highways on New Years Eve. It didn’t seem like the safest place to be. So I amended my plan. I got on a Greyhound Bus sometime the evening of the 31st heading east. My plan was to ride the bus until morning and then hitchhike the rest of the way. So anyway, as I was saying, I got on the bus on the evening of the 31st. It was approximately 11:30 when the bus driver picked up his microphone to make an announcement. I figured he was going to wish us a happy new year. I was wrong. He announced that we had just crossed from the pacific time zone into the mountain time zone. It took a moment for the import of his announcement to sink in. It was, suddenly, 12:30 am on January 1. There would be no midnight. No ball dropping, no horns tooting, no glasses clinking, no sweethearts kissing, no midnight. It was the New Year that wasn’t.

Baloney, hot air, nonsense

We’re going to make believe that I’ve been posting regularly and you’ve been reading regularly and here it is again, the arbitrary demarcation in the stream that is time, the demarcation that says, let’s start this whole schmegegge once again. Because I’ve done some things in 2017 that I’m not allowed to talk about yet, things that will play out in 2018, when I very well may want a place to talk about those things, and there’s no point in creating a new place when I’ve got a perfectly good place here gathering dust.

In the meantime, since some of you don’t have an opportunity to visit the Christmas Tree in Rockefeller Center, I thought I’d share these pictures from my album. The tree is impressive in the daylight, but, at night, I’m sure you’ll agree, the tree is spectacular.

After 5 months without blogging, I’m back with a bit of BSP*

*Blatant Self Promotion

I’ve neglected my blog for so long, I doubt anyone will notice my return, especially since I’m back with purely self-serving motives. I’m back to promote two upcoming book events, and if you’re in the area, I hope you’ll consider attending. (And if you’re not in the area, we’ve got plenty of airports in the NY region and more than enough time to buy a plane ticket or two).

Anyway, this Saturday night, October 28, from 6:30 – 9:00, I hope you’ll join me at the MWA-NY Crime Fiction Reading Series. Taking place at KGB Bar, at 85 E. 4th Street, in the East Village in NYC, I’ll be one of 5 authors reading excerpts. I haven’t decided yet what I’m going to read, but rumors have it that Spiro T. Agnew might make an appearance.


And then, the following Saturday, November 4, from 1:00 – 5:00, I’ll be one of twelve award-winning authors of crime fiction, in conversation at A Mysterious Affair in Princeton.

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I’ll buy the first round.