Some of those towns — perhaps little more than roadside stops with a gas station, a diner, a general store, if that much — have vanished from the map, probably within a few years of the book’s publication, not quite 90 years ago.
I’m reading an old version of THE GRAPES OF WRATH on my Kindle with an unformatted table of contents and no markers for pages, locations, time remaining. So the only way I can chart my progress in the book is by referring to a map as the Joads pass through towns along Route 66.
My cheat code as a #Royals fan is that I’m also a #Dodgers fan.
Thank you for attending my TED talk.
Someone has to put a dent in that surplus of booze we're no longer exporting to Canada, and I'm only one man.
We wouldn't see applied physics like this again in filmed entertainment until MACGYVER premiered in the '80s. #Jeopardy #TCMParty
Kash needs a W. He's been flailing ever since that lead suggesting Nancy Guthrie's kidnappers were holding her in Milano-Cortina turned out to be bogus.
When he struck out swinging in his first at-bat and pounded the ground with his bat in anger, I said out loud, "You're José Ramirez. Pull yourself together, man."
He has since homered in both his second and third at-bats.
I am the Ramirez Whisperer. You're welcome, Cleveland. #BALvsCLE
Americans lack the political will to redefine the 2nd Amendment, and we've grown complacent with death as the tradeoff, so if we could just figure out how to achieve "dead suspected shooter" BEFORE a suspected shooter achieves "dead children," we might actually be on to something here.
Some years ago I came into possession of a bunch of CDs with a ton of Kindle book files on them — I didn't ask questions — and downloaded a great many via a complicated email process. Then at some point Amazon decided to mothball that process. A glorious time to be alive while it lasted, though.
Once a month I get a threatening notice from "the California FasTrak system," even though I never drove in an express lane or on a toll road there and moved away in 2006.
I've had my Paperwhite for about 10 years, and I've kind of been bracing myself for eventual battery death or software update obsolescence or other fuckery as you describe. I use it only for downloads from my public libraries now, so when it goes, so will my last link to Bezos.
I see the #Royals are in a rain delay in the Bronx, and barring an offensive breakout of some kind, this prolonged anticipation is likely the best sensation our fans will experience today. #KCvsNYY #FountainsUp
I read THE WAYWARD BUS a few years ago and had no idea it had been adapted. It's lesser Steinbeck, and I can see how it would require some creative liberties and imagination to make it more cinematically compelling, but I'll be on the lookout for the movie now.
From THE GRAPES OF WRATH: And when a horse stops work and goes into the barn there is a life and a vitality left, there is a breathing and a warmth, and the feet shift on the straw, and the jaws champ on the hay, and the ears and the eyes are alive.
Even though the former, from Middle English, is a variation on the latter, the phrase is “champing at the bit,” not “chomping.”
Anyway, here’s Steinbeck employing “champ” in perhaps the first non-bit context I’ve ever encountered.
Women sense my power, but I deny them my essence.
I’m guessing that façade rotates so they can switch between exterior and interior scenes, yes?
August ‘67 here. I and IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT entered the world within three days of each other, so I am predisposed to concur.
What use does an administration with a Department of War have for a chief diplomat after all?
I've discarded books because they were poorly edited, let alone badly written. Your leisure time is finite. Spend it on excellence and pleasure rather than mediocrity (or worse) and toil.
If deliberate, perhaps it inflates their click-through numbers as incentive to advertisers.
(I kid Canada because I love.)
Still marveling about the three DEI hires — a woman, a Black man, a Canadian — and their straight white male co-worker who traveled farther than any humans in history then returned home yesterday with precision timing and pinpoint accuracy while a racist administration fucks up an unnecessary war.
“You mustn’t risk any of your men’s lives, Major. Better that this—waste product—should be dead than one of your fine fellows.”
Check out Graham Greene in 1936 devising a way for a proper English gentleman to call someone a piece of shit. #AGunForSale
A man in a gray T-shirt reclines against the headboard of his bed reading a Kindle Paperwhite, the screen of which illuminates him and the black-white-and-tan calico cat who streches out on his chest, the half light of an overcast dawn just visible outside a corner of window.
Splashdown! Welcome home, Artemis II.
I'll be delighted when we elect someone again who has devoted their adult life to public service. That's as low as I'm willing to set the bar now.
They brought all the boys to the yard.
Perhaps an anonymous post-it on his front door:
"Three words: Noise canceling headphones."
"This shark won't swallow you whole, but he'll talk your ear off." — Quint, probably