#alaska

The name Alaska is probably an abbreviation of Unalaska, derived from the original Aleut word agunalaksh, which means "the shores where the sea breaks its back." The war between water and land is never-ending. Waves shatter themselves in spent fury against the rocky bulwarks of the coast; giant tides eat away the sand beaches and alter the entire contour of an island overnight; williwaw winds pour down the side of a volcano like snow sliding off a roof, building to a hundred-mile velocity in a matter of minutes and churning the ocean into a maelstrom where the stoutest vessels founder. ↗

— Corey Ford

#force #nature #weather #nature

There was really no friendship in modeling, though a certain amount of warmth comes from running into models you know on shoots, because you end up in so many unfamiliar places, from Alaska to Africa. ↗

— Carol Alt

#alaska #amount #because #certain #comes

The following obituary appeared in the Pittsburgh Sun-Telegraph of Sept. 16, 1958: A GREAT POET died last week in Lancieux, France, at the age of 84. He was not a poet's poet. Fancy-Dan dilletantes will dispute the description "great." He was a people's poet. To the people he was great. They understood him, and knew that any verse carrying the by-line of Robert W. Service would be a lilting thing, clear, clean and power-packed, beating out a story with a dramatic intensity that made the nerves tingle. And he was no poor, garret-type poet, either. His stuff made money hand over fist. One piece alone, The Shooting of Dan McGrew, rolled up half a million dollars for him. He lived it up well and also gave a great deal to help others. "The only society I like," he once said, "is that which is rough and tough - and the tougher the better. That's where you get down to bedrock and meet human people." He found that kind of society in the Yukon gold rush, and he immortalized it. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#age

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired. ↗

— John Green

#funny #humor #kisses #kissing #laura

This was one of the places people told me to go, it was one the big trips that you should see: Alaska. ↗

— Jeff Goldblum

#big #go #me #people #places

When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself. ↗

— John Green

#john-green #life #looking-for-alaska #pain #death

Pudge," she said, faux-condescending, "the sound is an integral part of the artistic experience of this video game. Muting Decapitation would be like reading only every other word of Jane Eyre. ↗

— John Green

#artistic #game-sound #experience

I go to seek a Great Perhaps. ↗

— François Rabelais

#french-renaissance-writer #john-green #last-words #life #looking-for-alaska

I finally found something that can stop the fox. The fox cannot summit Strawberry Hill.” - Takumi ↗

— John Green

#looking-for-alaska #strawberry-hill #takumi #humor

The Colonel explained to me that 1. this was Alaska's room, and that 2. she had a single room because the girl who was supposed to be her roommate got kicked out at the end of last year, and that 3. Alaska had cigarettes, although the Colonel neglected to ask whether 4. I smoked, which 5. I didn't. ↗

— John Green

#looking-for-alaska #humor