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It's Christmas eve. Most people are with their families but myself and one co-worker are manning the OR suite; the hospital is quiet and we are alone at the main desk with not a doctor or patient in sight. Though things can change pretty quickly.

Working here is like life; it can turn on a dime.

The year was a good one until the last several months when things turned in my life. Things happened that can't be undone; it seems like the big things never can.
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I love this time of year. Full of hope. Inspiring. Makes you really want to get out there and, I don’t know, change the world.
Not change, obviously, let’s be realistic. Remodel the world perhaps. Give it a do-over. Develop new dialogues between elements. Invert ‘tradition’. Open up the world to new circulation patterns and ways of living. Reconnect it. Reconfigure it for digital platforms. Maximise its offer. I hate this time of year. Merry Christmas.

When it comes to American political discourse, books this side of the Alantic are few and far between. We recognize political 'figureheads' in the news but unless you're involved in the game, finding entertaining and informative literature written by political characters that we haven't heard of proves annoyingly difficult.
I can spend many days reading presidential biographies (Jefferson and Lincoln are like visiting old friends - and what friends to have) indulging in political porn (Mark ...

Everyone,

I'll make this as short and pointed as possible as to not waste my amature words or your time.
My name's Alex, born and living in Britan. I've always inexplicably gravitated towards the U.S and rather unpatriotically ignore the mechanics of own country.
With that in mind, very early on i read much and was attracted to the birth and foundations of U.S history. I find the revolution and the great individuals who form it, much to admire and respect. Without it, ...

I was just out of high school, when we decided to camp out along the Coal River one Friday night in early June just to see what we could catch. We didn’t catch much but just being together and talking about what we might catch was memory enough. All we had was our fishing gear, some bait, an old kerosene lantern and some sleeping bags we finally climbed into about 3 am in the morning.

He left me with a thousand memories just like that I'll always cherish.

Years, decades ...