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Khaled Hosseini talks about his new novel, And the Mountains Echoed.


Starts tomorrow. This class was such a big hit we added another week of instruction. Spread the word.

Starts tomorrow.

This class was such a big hit we added another week of instruction.

Spread the word.



slaughterhouse90210: “This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can’t escape. Life was easier then. You just didn’t pick up the phone.”― Joyce Carol Oates, Beasts

slaughterhouse90210:

“This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can’t escape. Life was easier then. You just didn’t pick up the phone.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, Beasts


enasnivolz: ealperin: reading-thoughts: edwardspoonhands: Not Iambic….Do Not Accept… These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming versethat what I wear puts swagger in my gait;though twenty shillings have I in my purse,my self-esteem and manhood both inflatewhen lofty furs I purchase for a cent.Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, thoughthey smell a trifle musty. Still, I spentmuch less to dress myself from head to toe. To save or not to save? The question’s moot.I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lootto those, like me, more frugal in their looks.Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.      - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe” *Crying with laughter* ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.



wnycradiolab:

jtotheizzoe:

The Earliest Days of NASA

Maria Popova, at Brain Pickings, happened upon a treasure trove of early NASA (and its airplane-only predecessor NACA) archive photos. They are really something. From biplanes to the Mercury capsule, pre-1950 aeronautics seemed to live by the motto of “If we build it, then we can go there.” That’s a sentiment we could use a bit more of.

More here.

Yes please!


There’s a book for that

powells:

artemiswinter:

powells:

marigold1900:

How to Talk Yourself Out of …

plastic surgery: The Island of Dr. Moreau by H. G. Wells

tattoos: In the Penal Colony by Franz Kafka

haircuts: Sweeney Todd (multiple authors)

Oooh, let’s make this a thing…

prep school: The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

hooking up with exes: The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald

holding a grudge: Moby Dick by Herman Melville

marriage: Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates

cheating: Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

manic pixie dream girls: Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote

extramarital affairs: The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. (See also: Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert)

trusting teenagers: Lord of the Flies by William Golding

politics: Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare


"The writer’s job is to turn the unspeakable into words — not just into any words, but if we can, into rhythm and blues."
— Anne Lamott (via ilivetowriteandinspire)

vintageanchorbooks: “But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.” - from “Berenice” by Edgar Allan Poe

vintageanchorbooks:

“But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.”

- from “Berenice” by Edgar Allan Poe