Monday, April 21, 2014
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
NPR's Top SciFi Reads: Now in Flowchart Form!
Back in 2011, NPR asked its readers to vote on the greatest science fiction and fantasy novels of all time. The resulting list hit a wide range of books, from graphic novels like The Watchmen to classics like Frankenstein.
Don't feel like weeding through a list of 100 books to find your next read? Use this handy flowchart from SFSignal to find what you need!
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Women's History Month Links
You can find the complete list of links here, or check out some of the highlights we've linked to below!
Encyclopedia Britannica Profiles 300 Women Who Changed the World (link)
A great collection of biographies, videos, maps and timelines of women around the world who changed history.
Women of Distinction in Georgia (link)
Biographies of famous Georgian women through history, including author Flannery O'Connor and Haines Institute founder Lucy Craft Laney.
Georgia Women's Movement Oral History Project (link)
Listen to spoken recordings of women discussing their role in the Georgia women's rights movement. Find interviews through the letter tabs at the top of the webpage.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Student Spotlight: A-Hunting We Will Go, Part 3
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A-Hunting We Will Go: Part 3
by Jeremy Cato
I walk closer to him, asking over and over if he was ok, and I pleaded to him as I hurried as fast
as I could to get back. Ryan just hung there shaking and had a look upon his
face of complete madness. Fire replaced his eyes. He seemed as though he was in
shock or something. As I drew near him I detected a foul odor that was strong
and fresh. Then it dawned on me what the smell was. It was deer urine. “What
did you do, spill the deer attractant on you while I was gone?” I asked, in a
kidding type of voice.
“THAT DAMN DEER PISSED
ON ME,” he blurted with a deep demonic voice.
“WHAT?” I asked in
dismay.
“Yeah, he came right up
to me, smelled me for a minute, and then hiked his leg up. I knew what he was
about to do so I moved enough to get my pistol from my shoulder holster and got
off a shot. I don’t know if I hit him or not,” he ranted and raved.
I finally got Ryan loose after at least an hour and a
half of cutting and pulling barbed wire. I helped him gather the things that he
lost on his roll down the hill and the sudden stop by the barbed wire. “Let’s
get to the truck and go home,” I barked.
“Heck yeah,” he chimed
back.
On the way back to the truck, Ryan told me more about the
deer that had urinated on him and the size of his monster antlers. “Wow, too
bad you didn’t kill him with your pistol, that would have been the trophy of a
life time!” I exclaimed.
“Sure would have,” he
answered back.
We went two more yards when all of a sudden this huge
buck jumped out of the brush five yards from us. I quickly took my gun off safety and shot the deer and it dropped to
the earth with a thud. I ran up to it and began examining my kill. He was a
beauty. As I examined him I noticed fresh blood on the buck as well as that
odor that their urine gives off.
“OH MY GOD, RYAN, THIS
IS THE DEER THAT PISSED IN YOU!!” I yelled. Ryan ran over and with an amazement
look on his face said, “I’ll be a mixed puppy, it is.”
“I could not have
gotten that lucky. I can’t believe it’s the same buck.” I said. Ryan said nothing but I went to work field-dressing
my kill. I finished my task and ask Ryan to help me drag it the rest of the way
to the truck. He refused at first, but I talked him into it. If he wanted some
of the meat it was his only option.
On the way home, Ryan didn’t say much. I guessed it was
because in reality it was his buck that was going to be mounted on my wall. A
nice fourteen pointer above my fire place instead of his, I took as an insult considering
he had dealings with the buck first.
We arrived at Ryan’s and when he got out of the truck he
told me he was done hunting. I didn’t question him. I went home to get my wall
ready for my deer head. Ryan and I haven’t gone hunting since. Summer is coming
soon and Ryan keeps bragging on this new fishing pole he has purchased. I went
and bought me one too. I guess our next adventures will consist of being on a
lake somewhere. I guess that bass boat I have always wanted will be in my drive
way this pay day.
The end!
Monday, March 4, 2013
April Book Club: The Life of Pi
Flint River Book Club
Join the Book Club this month in reading Yann Martel's Life of Pi! The inspiration for Ang Lee's Oscar-winning movie, Life of Pi tells a hallucinatory story of a boy stranded on a boat with a tiger, lost in the middle of the ocean.
Book Club meets in the Flint River Library on Thursday, April 4 at 12.30.
Find a copy of the book!
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Student Spotlight: A-Hunting We Will Go, part 2
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This week's Student Spotlight is a three-part short story from Southern Crescent student Jeremy Cato. Keep your eye on the blog over the next week for the next installments!
A-Hunting We Will Go: Part 2
by Jeremy Cato
As
I came to the edge of the hill, I looked down at the creek. Half way down I
could see where a barbed wire fence was once, and in that fence, tied up like a
knotted string on a shoe, was Ryan. “Oh my God,” I shouted. I started my decline calling his name. As I
reached him, I could hear his low cursing mixed with moans and groans that were
obvious from the way he was tied up with the fence. “Are you ok?” I asked. He
just looked at me. His eyes filled with rage and fire. I checked him out to
make sure he wasn’t badly cut. Thank goodness he only possessed a few scrapes
that weren’t that bad. “ Are you ok?” I asked. He just looked at me with a demonic look on his face and fire in his eyes. “What took you so long”! he demanded. I studied
him a second and replied, “I had to wait till I could see since I left my
flashlight in the tree stand,” I cried. “Well get me out of this crap, NOW,” he
screamed. “I can’t believe I walked off the edge of the hill as many times as I
hunted this stand,” he exclaimed. I looked him over a minute examining the
situation he was in. “Ok, it looks like I got to go to the truck and get some
wire cutters, you going to be ok until I get back?” I asked. “Do I have a choice?” he yelled. With the rage
being detected in his voice, I just turned and walked away shaking my head with
a smirk on my face. I knew I had to wait to laugh, even though it was wrong of
me, but it would be so considerate of me to do so. Deep down inside I knew he
would be laughing his ass of at me as soon as he seen me in that predicament. I
literally sprinted back to the truck. A very hard task considering I still had
my gun and all.
The tool box on
the back of my truck contained a vast majority of tools, so I had everything I
needed to help Ryan out. I grabbed the bolt cutters, a hammer, and a multiple
set of pliers for holding and twisting the barbed wire to free him. If this
didn’t do the job, he was sure enough in trouble. I closed the toolbox and
began my way back to free Ryan from his barbed wire imprisonment. I was just
about to him when I heard him scream and shout. I heard a gunshot, but it
wasn’t a rifle, it was Ryan’s 357 magnum pistol. We both carried a hand pistol
for back up. It echoed through the woods like thunder during a rainstorm. I
believe the ground shook as well. Chill
bumps ran up and down my spine like radio waves seen on a monitor. I broke out
into a full run to get to him quicker. I was running so fast I just about ran
by him.
Continue to Part 3
Continue to Part 3
Monday, February 25, 2013
Student Spotlight: A-hunting We Will Go, part 1
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A-Hunting We Will Go: Part 1
by Jeremy Cato
My friend Ryan and I decided it would be a
good morning to hunt. We had rented this particular hunting land a few years
back and had good success killing some major size deer. We arrived at the hunt site around five o-clocks
in the morning. A little early, but what the hell, the freezer was empty and
funds were running low. I myself had nothing to stay home for, so I hunted. Ryan
on the other hand had a sweet wife and two beautiful little girls, so I figured
whoever killed one there would be supper on the table for us all.
We
pulled up where I normally park and got out. Filling my fanny pack with the essentials
I would need for sitting in a deer stand for hours on end, I looked at Ryan and
asked him where he wanted to hunt that morning.
“Doesn’t matter to me,”
he replied
“Ok,” I said, “why don’t you hunt in the stand
just down the hill from me?”
“That sounds good,” he
replied.
We began walking down the small road that
went toward the south of where we parked the truck. As we walked, we conversed
a little on this and that - nothing too important, just getting in the mood to
hunt. Killing “the big one” has been a conversation we have had on the way to
our stands for years. I knew where we were going to hunt this morning, had big
signs of some nice size bucks. We talked
a little of how nice it would be to kill one before we got to the stand. I reckon
we were just hoping we wouldn’t have to sit in a stand for hours on end. I do
not know about him but when I am in my stand I sit there and pray for a deer or
just for it to be time to get down for lunch or whatever. I am not really the
diehard hunting fan like some people are but I like to get out on cold mornings
and try my luck. You know, the way some
people do the lottery. It gives me something to look forward to as well as some
way to hang out with my friends. I do
think that Ryan felt the same way but I was not sure.
The road came to a dead end and a trail to
the left would lead us the rest of the way. A quarter of a mile and it was time
for Ryan to head his way. “Go straight
to the right, down the hill a little and look up, you will see the stand that
you’re hunting in this morning,” I told him.
“Just be careful. I am not able to tell you how the land looks at this
particular time but it shouldn’t be that bad,” I finished. “I know how to get there,” he replied. “You
act like I’ve never hunted it before,” he bulged. “Ok,” I said, “if you have any problems, just
shoot one time and I’ll be there,” I instructed.
We got to the point of our departure. “I‘ll
see you in a bit,” I told him.
“Ok,” he murmured. He
disappeared in the darkness and I began climbing the tree to my sit in my deer
stand. Muttering to myself on how cold it was, I checked my watch. It wasn’t
too long until the sun would peek over the horizon. I thought to myself and hoped
that Ryan would find his stand.
The sun began to light up the far horizon,
when gunshots rang out in the quiet forest. I knew it was from Ryan’s gun. I
climbed out of my tree stand but it was still too dark to see fully. I had to
wait. There was no way I was going in his direction knowing he may have been
shooting at a potential meal. Besides, he might mistake me for a deer and shoot
me. As I waited for the sun to rise a little more I fired up a cigarette. As I
stood there, I began to wonder why Ryan hadn’t come to get me yet. If he shot a
deer, surely he would be here by now. So, I began walking toward his hunting
area. His hunting area was on a hill that equaled out at a creek bed at the
bottom. A perfect spot to shoot a big deer.
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