Monthly Archives: August 2014

The Most Powerful Drug

“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.”
— Rudyard Kipling


Winter Is Coming and It’s Bringing Tea


Game of Thrones Inspired Teas. Quench your thirst by visiting this website:


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Kurt Vonnegut’s Rules for Short Stories:

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

4. Every sentence must do one of two things–reveal character or advance the action.

5. Start as close to the end as possible.

6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them–in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.”

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Dreaming On The Edge


Photography by Terez Markova. Visit her flicker account here:

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This Is A Floating Library. Every City Should Probably Have One. | HuffPo


There are a few places where we dream of curling up to read a book. Mostly, these include treehouses, cozy attics and the Gilmore residence in Stars Hollow. But now there’s another: artist Beatrice Glow’s floating library. Who said water and books don’t mix?

Docked off Pier 25 in New York City beginning September 6, the library-slash-art-installation will include an outdoor reading lounge on the upper deck that will, according to its website, be “conducive to fearless dreaming.” Glow’s project will be taking over the Lilac Museum Steamship, a decommissioned steam-powered ship that once carried supplies to lighthouses and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

READ MORE: This Is A Floating Library. Every City Should Probably Have One | HuffPo

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Seattle Summer Date #6 = Get Lost in Literature


When was the last time you took your sweetheart to a book store?!

Grab a coffee, find 8 books from all different sections, and just sit together and read.

Occasionally show a picture, tell one of the interesting facts, or just enjoy the silent depth of love in the light of literature.


One of my favorite book store games is to give  2 minutes to run around the store and find fun, weird, and obscure books.

Then you have to present them to each other as if you are presenting the secrets of the universe. Guaranteed laughter! (Stifle the noise… you ARE in a bookstore.)

Above photo is Seattle’s amazing Elliot Bay Bookstore. Go get lost together.

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The Affliction

Jaggedly, I move to and fro
my ribcage breaking, breaking, breaking.

This fresh ooze of insignificance clogs arteries,
interrupts the blood flow and constricts my
tenuous heart.

It cripples me where I stand.

My knees buckle like swollen fruit;
sickeningly fragile and weak.

I choke out tears in ripples, each fresh droplet
slinking off my face in curdled waves.

The bleakest black and the darkest dark is coming.

I can feel it quake and (pop, pop, pop)
my chest bursts open and more ooze oozes out,
scalding the floor, leaving holes in the linoleum—–
Gouging out more furrows of embarrassment.

It is depression; it is the things you never wanted
to see as a child, hibernating within yourself.

It is the amplified feeling of despair, which steals your
meals and laughter and thoughts and sleep until
you cannot move an inch from your bedroom.

It is the jagged chorus of the sternum cracking,
as you disconnect from yourself, unflinching and

Break, break, break, breaking, breaking then
(swoosh) breaking and broken.

Your body finally stops from it’s eternal shaking;
the sludge of the past sinks you deeper into it’s
snare until there is no more you nor anymore
chance to sink at sea.

You have already sunk.

You (I) have already said goodbye to yourself.

This is the unforgivable curse of feeling,
it leaves you (myself) forever (for always)
coffin cold.

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Write On Your Own Books

A valid (and slightly humorous) short defending the validity of note taking in your books. Follow the link , watch the video and then decide if marginalia is right for you.

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Haruki Murakami’s ‘Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki’ and the Emo Pleasures of His Endless Clichés


It’s an old cliché to speak of Haruki Murakami’s old clichés, all the talking cats and simple meals and favorite LPs. There’s a Murakami drinking game and interactive Murakami Bingo and a generic Murakami parody titled “The Mysterious Disappearance of the Strangely Beautiful Woman.” In the Japanese literary superstar’s latest, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, the stylizations arrive right on schedule for the trainspotters. But, in a silent way, Murakami seems both self-aware of his tics and comfortably at play with them, constructing his familiar and elaborate dreaminess from the usual materials. Especially compared to 2011’s massive 1Q84, Tsukuru is one of Murakami’s more earthbound efforts — spoiler: no talking cats — though the weirdness builds on itself with a masterful sleight of hand, anyway.

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