Switzerland: Full of Cheese
I am back in the country (though stuck in Philadelphia), and finding it strange that I can now, once again, order a coke using fewer than three languages….
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Faith
“Why does anybody tell a story?” Ms. L’Engle once asked, even though she knew the answer. “It does indeed have something to do with faith,” she said, “faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.” Read the rest
Blogging Break
I’ll be radio silent for the next couple of weeks. Have some wounds to lick, some traveling to do, some books to write, and all that jazz. Really, you know: par for the course. See you in a couple weeks. Be excellent to each other.
How I Play the Game of Thrones
Your Score: House Lannister 72% Dominant, 36% Extroverted, 72% Trustworthy Confident. Dangerous. Unrelentingly sexy. The master of all you survey, you are of House Lannister. You are a dominant personality—and how! When someone asks “and who are you, the proud lord said, that I should bow so low?” your response is probably, “FUCK YOU! I’m
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Quote of the Month
“The grand essentials in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” -Addison
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Lego Does Monty Python
Monty Python with Legos. Because really, why not?
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Sunscreen & Letting Go
I was going through a certain common drive that has some songs available and listening to some old stuff. I happened across the old Baz Luhrman “Sunscreen” song that was all the rage 10 years ago. 10 years ago, yeah, man, 1997. When I was 17. I thought this song was hugely profound at 17.
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Sugar: More Addictive Than Cocaine
“An astonishing 94 percent of rats who were allowed to choose mutually-exclusively between sugar water and cocaine, chose sugar.” Mmmmm… sugar sugar.
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Black Desert (Excerpt)
Nyx didn’t touch the letters again until she and Eshe and Suha were back in Faleen, holed up in a little two-room rental with a terrace at the edge of the Chenjan district. The call to evening prayer rolled out over the city and was taken up by half a hundred muezzins out on their
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