<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587199</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:07:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>books</title><subtitle type='html'>things to read</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonzbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonzbooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jason z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yY8Qd3Jd6Eo/SjaI0tIeVPI/AAAAAAAAA4A/G_ms2J8MdqA/S220/jason+edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587199.post-115533662195257745</id><published>2006-08-11T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:35:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels with Charlie in Search of America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4430/3067/1600/0a1b224128a0f21180788010.L.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4430/3067/320/0a1b224128a0f21180788010.L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.steinbeck.org/Travels.html" target="_blank"&gt;by John Steinbeck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 1960s, at age 58, John Steinbeck and his venerable standard poodle, Charley, set out on a journey across America in a camper. For three months these companions traveled from Maine to California, meeting friends, strangers, relatives and immersing themselves in the fabric of the country as it was at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0140187413/ref=sib_dp_pt/103-9075434-7439811#reader-link" target="_blank"&gt;See more &lt;i&gt;Travels with Charlie&lt;/i&gt; @ Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special thanks to Andy for turning me on to this wonderful book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32587199-115533662195257745?l=jasonzbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonzbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/115533662195257745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32587199&amp;postID=115533662195257745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587199/posts/default/115533662195257745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587199/posts/default/115533662195257745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonzbooks.blogspot.com/2006/08/travels-with-charlie-in-search-of.html' title='Travels with Charlie &lt;i&gt;in Search of America&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>jason z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yY8Qd3Jd6Eo/SjaI0tIeVPI/AAAAAAAAA4A/G_ms2J8MdqA/S220/jason+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32587199.post-115533380547089512</id><published>2006-08-11T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:31:43.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4430/3067/1600/frontcover.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4430/3067/200/frontcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/103-9075434-7439811?ie=UTF8&amp;index=books&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;rank=-relevance%2C%2Bavailability%2C-daterank&amp;field-author-exact=Mitch%20Albom" target="_blank"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from Tuesdays with Morrie:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Curriculum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves. The class met on Tuesdays. It began after breakfast. The subject was The Meaning of Life. It was taught from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No grades were given, but there were oral exams each week. You were expected to respond to questions, and you were expected to pose questions of your own. You were also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professor's head to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Kissing him good-bye earned you extra credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work, community, family, aging, forgiveness, and, finally, death. The last lecture was brief, only a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funeral was held in lieu of graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no final exam was given, you were expected to produce one long paper on what was learned. That paper is presented here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last class of my old professor's life had only one student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the student.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.readinggroupguides.com/guides/tuesdays_with_morrie-excerpt.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Read more @ readinggroupguides.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0385484518/ref=sib_fs_top/103-9075434-7439811?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;p=S00K&amp;checkSum=oEjY0VMOPtgF6Z1Y5dba%2BP5fKZCHK6EmWROl9A9BD1E%3D#reader-link" target="_blank"&gt;Read more @ Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32587199-115533380547089512?l=jasonzbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonzbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/115533380547089512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32587199&amp;postID=115533380547089512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587199/posts/default/115533380547089512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32587199/posts/default/115533380547089512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonzbooks.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesdays-with-morrie.html' title='Tuesdays with Morrie'/><author><name>jason z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yY8Qd3Jd6Eo/SjaI0tIeVPI/AAAAAAAAA4A/G_ms2J8MdqA/S220/jason+edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
