"Lost… Drowned!"

Prehistoric forest arises in Cardigan Bay after storms strip away sand

A prehistoric forest, an eerie landscape including the trunks of hundreds of oaks that died more than 4,500 years ago, has been revealed by the ferocious storms which stripped thousands of tons of sand from beaches in Cardigan Bay.

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John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, CBE (3 January 1892 - 2 September 1973) This entry was originally posted at http://thnidu.dreamwidth.org/1248597.html. You can comment here, or there using OpenID or your Dreamwidth ID.
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Lying open on the desk next to me is the

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I just stumbled across TC Lai's blogs (yes, I mean plural):
    •    A Singaporean Talk Box
    •    A Singaporean Story Box
    •    A Singaporean Dream Box
    •    A Singaporean Poem Box
    •    A Singaporean Sci-Fi Story Box

I haven't looked at all of them and don't intend to tonight, but the last one is pretty awesome. The November 2011 posts form ( Read more... )

Hat-tip to S. Quinn, Esq., on ANS-L

ETA: THE FOLLOWING IS NOT A TRUE STORY. IT IS A WORK OF FICTION.
There is no typo in the subject line.

The first thing I did after I heard about the highly classified NSA PRISM program two years ago was set up a proxy server in Peshawar to email me passages from Joyce’s Finnegans Wake. A literary flight of fancy ( Read more... )

Goodnight stars,
Goodnight air,
Goodnight noises everywhere.

Goodnight Moon, by Margaret Wise Brown with pictures by Clement Hurd.

YouTube 2:33, read by Susan Sarandon and beautifully animated.

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(Here on my Goodreads page.)


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From Friday's Unshelved Book Club:

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(Hat-tip to lyonesse's post, for the pointer to blessiowner's post The Icelandic Pony in William Morris' Kitchen, which relates and links to...)

Bilbo’s Ride through Iceland
Nancy Marie Brown

The first time I flew to Iceland, in 1986, I felt immediately at home. It was a strange feeling. I’d grown up in deep oak woods-Iceland had few trees taller than my head ( Read more... )

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