Ever read anything by H.P. Lovecraft? Well, now I have.
It’s snowing? Go away! It’s spring!
I’ve been plowing through “The Yankee Years” this week.
Lincoln is such an icon and accomplished such great things that it’s easy to forget there were others who were disappointed by his caution.
Danny Boyle’s last movie was such a bomb that I’ve been dying to see what he did right this time around.
While I’ve seen quite of bit of eastern Iowa and have traveled to Missouri and Nebraska, I still haven’t been to the industrial heartland around the Great Lakes.
Class got out a little early today, so one of the rangers here took us down to the tow path along the canal along the Cuyahoga River.
There’s an art site I like to visit every now and then: explodingdog.com.
I was surprised by Cramer’s contriteness and Stewart unfunniness.
I see travel not just as a way to see other parts of the world but a chance to watch cable.
I’ve always want to make a list of the top 10 Long Island movies, except that I’m short on material.
This conference was intellectually challenging and mentally exhausting.
Herbert Hoover’s other childhood home is just south of Portland.
I took pictures, but they’re so blurry they make a Loch Ness Monster out of Ken Burns.
The Pacific Northwest has that lamentable stigma of being that place where “it rains all the time.”