This week: I’m at the Alaska Press Club Conference in Anchorage. I have been here less than 24 hours, and here are some initial impressions of the 49th state: The mountains look like meringue. (Stiff peaks!) Sunsets last for hours and hours here, you guys. Everything is golden-pink until 10pm. And I’ve already seen one entire bookshelf in a store devoted to Palin biographies. I resisted the urge to buy one called Our Sarah.
Bully your friends into signing up for this newsletter! You can tell them it’s pretty low-commitment, because after this conference I’m spending four days alone in a #spinstercabin, and I’m pretty sure there’s a chance I’ll be axe-murdered or eaten by a grizzly while in the Alaskan wilderness alone. And on that happy note, have a great weekend!