It must be in a month, but I see nothing here
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common.
“I see nothing here, but a round thing made of gold, and whoever raises a certain whale, this round thing belongs to him. So, what’s all this staring been about? It is worth sixteen dollars, that’s true; and at two cents the cigar, that’s nine hundred and sixty cigars.
I won’t smoke dirty pipes like Stubb, but I like cigars, and here’s nine hundred and sixty of them; so here goes Flask aloft to spy ’em out.” What says the Cannibal? As I live he’s comparing notes; looking at his thigh bone; thinks the sun is in the thigh, or in the calf, or in the bowels, I suppose, as the old women talk Surgeon’s Astronomy in the back country.
Weekend Reset Routine to Feel Your Best
A little structure to your weekend can lead to a more energized week. Sunday includes a nature walk and a digital check-in with my week ahead.
Instead of sleeping in and winging it, I now start my Saturdays with a quick tidy-up, meal planning, and some journaling. Sunday includes a nature walk and a digital check-in with my week ahead. This reset routine helps me head into Monday feeling calm, not chaotic.
I started off at once for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what was going on behind his house. A man stood with his back to me, talking to him.
(more…)Digital Detox: What I Learned After 7 Days Offline
One week without social media taught me more than I expected. Unplugging gave me mental space to reflect, read, and reconnect—with myself and the people around me.
At first, I felt a phantom itch to check my phone every few minutes. But by Day 3, I noticed I was more present in conversations and even slept better. Unplugging gave me mental space to reflect, read, and reconnect—with myself and the people around me.
I started off at once for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what was going on behind his house. A man stood with his back to me, talking to him.
(more…)Morning Rituals That Changed My Life
Starting your day with intention can reshape your mindset and productivity. These tiny changes have given me clarity, calm, and the energy I need to take on the day ahead.
I used to hit the snooze button at least three times before dragging myself out of bed. That changed when I began implementing a few mindful habits—like stretching, journaling, and sipping warm lemon water. These tiny changes have given me clarity, calm, and the energy I need to take on the day ahead.
I started off at once for the Spotted Dog, for I knew the landlord had a horse and dog cart. I ran, for I perceived that in a moment everyone upon this side of the hill would be moving. I found him in his bar, quite unaware of what was going on behind his house. A man stood with his back to me, talking to him.
(more…)At daybreak of the fifteenth day of my search
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
For two days I waited there for Kantos Kan, but as he did not come I started off on foot in a northwesterly direction toward a point where he had told me lay the nearest waterway. My only food consisted of vegetable milk from the plants which gave so bounteously of this priceless fluid.
(more…)Audio Post: A sigh of satisfaction
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola.
“What can I do for you?” she inquired softly, for she was moved by the sad voice in which the man spoke.
“Get an oil-can and oil my joints,” he answered. ” They are rusted so badly that I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon be all right again. You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage.” Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can, and then she returned and asked anxiously, “Where are your joints?”
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