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The road …
“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.” —Philip Roth I think that sums it up nicely. Don’t you?
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Top Ten Things on Twitter for Writers
It is difficult for non-writer types to understand this, but spending time on Twitter is a very important part of being an author. So is a dedicated LOLZ board on Pinterest, a platinum Visa card...
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An anniversary
The anniversary of the 1964 Good Friday Quake is coming up. On March 27th, it will have been 51 years. That’s a lifetime really, but the scars from the destruction are still visible throughout Alaska....
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Four minutes and 38 seconds
As March 27th approaches, it’s hard to get earthquakes off my mind. Below is a great short film by the U.S. Geological Survey that reveals the scope of the biggest earthquake ever to hit the Northern...
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Probably just a passing fad.
In 1964, the Alaskan king crab industry was just taking off. Monsters like this guy were not rare. Working the cannery line was miserable, and made for a long, long day. But the industry brought work...
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Those were the days
I ran across this ad from a 1964 magazine. My goodness, how times have changed. I love how they proudly proclaimed they could now be found “throughout the Rocky Mountain area.” These days, according to...
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The first five minutes
In researching personal accounts of the 1964 Good Friday Earthquake for my novel THE VOLUME OF WATER, one of the things that stood out to me was the amount of damage that occurred in the first few...
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51 years ago today…
On March 27, 1964, at 5:35 pm,residents of Alaska were heading home from work, making dinner for their families, getting ready to attend services (it was Good Friday). At 5:36 pm, a 9.2 megathrust...
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We are all abuzz
Spring is in the air. Finally. In Alaska, Spring usually takes it’s own sweet time, usually emerging in all its glory around about the time most people in the Northern Hemisphere are well into summer....
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Dots and dashes – they’re everywhere, man!
When my daughter was at summer camp one year, she and a friend devised a secret code. It involved different configurations of coughs, sneezes, pencil taps, and throat clearing sounds, and it enabled...
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I’m back. And ranting.
So, it’s been forever. Sorry. Anyway, I’m back. With a rant. I have a problem with selfies. The joke goes like this: Why are selfies called selfies? Answer: Because narcissisties is too difficult to...
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