Sunday, December 4, 2011


The National Book Festival in Washington D.C. chose as it's closing speaker, one of America's most treasured authors, David McCullough, whose works of history have kept this nation spell bound with the likes of novels: John Adams, Trumanand 1776 (about George Washington's extraordinary character and leadership as a General).

In straying from his usual themes, McCullough introduced a series of what he considers critical ideas in education which prompted him to write this latest tome. In so doing, he  unwittingly endorsed our newly released Everyday Don E-courses at in the following ways.

McCullough spent a great deal of time in his presentation expressing his long held admiration for the common citizens - like each of us are - who made up the early settlors of this country. His admiration was so great that he penned his latest release The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris in an effort to show the extent to which even those without formal education sought to explore that about which they knew little or nothing. It was their intention to improve their language,  literacy, technical and artistic skills  by leaving their homes and homeland, traveling to Paris, the center of culture, returning home and then contributing what they had experienced and learned to advance their new nation. McCullough observed that there is little point in reading that about which we aleady know. "What's the point?" the author wondered aloud. It is the challenge that advances anyone not the comfort of what is already mastered.
He then expressed the oft unexplored belief that many who do read, do not really know how to read a book. Funny, that's the very name of one of our E-course offerings. How to Read a Book  Try this seven day revelation. You might learn something as David McCullough warns. 

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140 CHARACTERS WILL SURPRISE YOU in it's simplicity.  It's challenge is posted on our PROSE AND PALE ALE FACEBOOK page.

This is an except from Leo Beach's nicro-stories written when FACEBOOK  only allowed that number of characters in one post. Checkout our Facebook page and enter your own micro-story.  When you see these little masterpieces don't be discouraged, we all need to challenge ourselves. Here's one way to do it with as little pain as possible.

THE STORM came over the ridge, a rocket, dropped rain like bees, filled the corral with water and noise. I watched lightning hit the apple tree and thought: "Fritters!" as we packed sandbags 
 against the flood. There was nowhere to go that wasn't wet, the squall had punched a hole in the cabin roof and the barn was knee-high in mud. We'll bury Jess later, when the river recedes, before the ground turns hard again.

THE TRAIN pulled into the station. I hesitated before stepping down to the platform, then made my way to the shoeshine stand. I sat, put my foot up on the metal rest. The old man looked up before tending to my shoe. "You new in town?" I told him that indeed I was. "OK then," he said and began cleaning my loafer. There was a local paper on the chair next to mine. The headline read: fire in hospital melts iron lung.

ZUMA PEDLEY hailed from Lubbock, came to L.A. in '02 with his guitar, some songs, and an ugly dog. He didn't think to change the world, wasn't built that way, but thought music might lessen the burden of those with hearts. He was looking for an army of smiles, but settled for a girl with corn hair and a bungalow in the hills, grew tomatoes. The dog is still ugly.

I AM EXPLORING in the Bones, formations of caves interspersed with rock basins open to the sky. I hear a sound like a turbine as I exit a cave and approach the light ahead. I'm sure it's a waterfall. What I encounter is a massive beehive, honeycomb several stories high, millions of bees. I crouch down to avoid detection and notice a shift in the tone of the hive's collective drone. I turn around and see the bear.

Judy Joyce - Editor                

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