The Unemployed Philosopher’s Guild
So. Want. One.
So. Want. One.
Winterdance: The Fine Madness of Running the Iditarod by Gary Paulsen
This was a Book Talk Alaska selection, and I laughed so hard while I read it that I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to talk intelligently on the air. Hilarious. Although guest Libby Riddles had her doubts about what parts were really Paulsen's story, she said they were at least some musher's story.
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Cargoes Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amythysts, Topazes, and cinnamon, and…
This morning I got to do one of my favorite things–be on KBBI‘s Coffee Table to talk about good reads, this time with KBBI’s Shady Grove Oliver and Terry Rensel. We got all your Christmas presents for you right here.
AS SMALL AND MEAN and dirty as it was, Crowfoot was profoundly glad to see Pylos on the horizon. The voyage from Dorian had been speedy but less than smooth, the Ocean of Aptikos in its usual bad temper. When at last they made fast to the dock, Crowfoot had Blanca and Pedro first up…
So far. @danastabenow Just say the word and we will get this re-booked for you. #SoTempting -Michael — Alaska Airlines (@AlaskaAir) September 25, 2014
Now that’s what I call a rejection letter. Read the full story, full story, full story on Letters of Note.
IT WAS THE FIRST DAY of the Tattoo Fair, and the town square was bustling with vendors and performers from the Nine Provinces of Mnemosynea. Pthalean playwrights were rehearsing songs and skits with Pthersikorean dancers. From a dais two feet square a Kalliopean poet was declaiming in iambic pentameter what appeared to be an epic…
Read more “Next to the dais the poet’s clerk was doing a brisk trade in autographed scrolls.”
...Younger sons cannot marry where they like.”
...“Is this,” thought Elizabeth, “meant for me?”
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I just binge-watched this television series on Netflix.