If we elect Donald Trump, aside from throwing up in our mouths every time we say the words “President Trump”, we’ll save on a whole salary since that thing living on his head can be his VP. I mean, seriously, who would want to be his running mate?
It’s like living in an Edgar Allen Poe poem
The weather is so odd. The sky is a grey white. The trees sway in the breeze. The snow has wiped out all color on the ground. It’s like being inside a satin lined coffiin except it’s colder. Yep, all I want to do is recite The Raven or Annabelle Lee.
Alaska Quarterly Review
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
“It remains one of our best, and most imaginative, literary magazines.” ——Michael Dirda, The New York Review of Books
Editorial Offices Ronald Spatz, Editor
Alaska literary giants lead the celebration of Alaska Quarterly Review ‘s 33 years of continuous publication with its 2015 Fall & Winter issue.
The edition’s exclusive special feature is “They Were My People” by Alaska’s Pulitzer Prize and Grammy-winning composer John Luther Adams. In this 80-page selection from his upcoming memoir Silences So Deep: A Memoir of Music and Alaska, John Luther Adams writes about his music and deep friendship with conductor and
Narcan is the instant cure for heroin OD
Back in my misspent youth, I was a registered nurse for a brief nanosecond of time. Then I realized that real nurses had something I didn’t have… a desire to be a nurse. So I got out of the profession. But before I did, I spent more than my fair share of nights in the emergency room of Long Island College Hospital, a hospital that handled some of the meaner streets of Brooklyn. Overdoses were pretty much a daily routine. On the weekends, overdoses became something close to a marathon. You could hardly push some Narcan into one overdose before
Paris
What more is there to say? Seems as though every week brings another horror, another tragedy. We bomb the crap out of them. They terrorize the crap out of us. And we all do it in the name of a merciful and loving god.
Talk about giving religion a bad name.
What my nightmares look like
Donal Trump running for president with Sarah Palin as his running mate… she’d wear a sash, of course.
Ben Carson… well, doesn’t matter who is running with him, it’s a nightmare.
From Bird TLC
Hi all,
As you all know Bird TLC has been receiving emaciated common murres that are lacking their waterproofing. Thank you so much for all of your support as we handle the influx of common murres. We are up to 16 currently here in the clinic and a total of 20 intakes. Our current need is frozen smelt (preferably 4-5” in length), squid and octopus. If anyone knows of facilities that can donate smelt, squid or octopus in large quantities please let me know. Thank you!
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Katie Middlebrook
Avian Rehabilitation Coordinator
Bird Treatment & Learning Center
7800 King St.
On the one hand
On the one hand, I don’t think watching TV is an inherently non-intellectual thing to do. I think you can admit to having a slavish devotion to NCIS: LA and Elementary and also be a reader. On the other hand, having reached the demographic that is no longer desired by advertisers, I find less and less that interests me on either the TV or Internet. And that’s a good thing because I’m in the middle of rereading Vanity Fair and am once again thoroughly enthralled.
Good can come out of a bad incident
I’m guessing that by now there are few in Alaska who haven’t seen or read about the incident in Sitka where three police officers are shown Tasering a drunken teenager. It’s pretty tough to watch. It’s even tougher for those of us brought up to respect the police as the ones we should run to when we feel we are in danger. While the teenager in question is clearly being less than cooperative, the idea of directly Tasering him to convince him to take his clothes off is just horrifying.
The young man’s name is Franklin Hoogendorn. He was, at
And the final flight out
So started out at 10 AM in Laos. Flight delayed two hours. Connection to Bangkok missed. Very nice Lao staff find us in terminal and say they’ll re-book us. Terminal, BTW, is about Barrow size so not hard to find us. Come back and say we’re re-booked on another flight from Bangkok to Hong Kong but all boarding passes have to be reissued and their machine is broken. They are waiting for IT. We get to Bangkok only to be told by airline that they can’t issue our tickets for America. We have to do that in Hong Kong. And