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Stuff You Missed in History Class – Mailing Address!

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Most of us would agree that the hosts of the How Stuff Works podcast, “Stuff You Missed in History Class,” are pretty fantastic.  And, they seem to get piles of postcards–and even a few care packages!–to prove it.  I mean, do you ever wonder from where the fantastic hosts of the How Stuff Works podcast, Stuff You Missed in History Class get all those postcards and packages?

A few weeks ago, I did figure out how to email SYMIHC podcasters, and I even sent them my first email! (I received a quick response, too!)  But since I’ve traveled some come pretty cool places, and their podcast has faithfully entertained me during those times, I’ve been wanting to send them a postcard forevaaah.  Finally, I just bucked up and wrote another email (I’m kinda shy), and true to form, got a sweet reply!  So here’s the info:

Holly & Tracy*
c/o How Stuff Works
One Capital City Plaza
3350 Peachtree Road NE
Suite 1500
Atlanta, GA 30326-1425
 

*Note: Holly and Tracy are the new podcast hosts.  Deblina and Sarah, pictured above, recently left to be awesome in other fields.

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Stuff You Missed in History Class

 After years of loving the podcast Stuff You Missed in History Class, I finally wrote the hosts an email.  The email was not at all what I thought it would be about, either!  I thought I’d write  them to volunteer with language and pronunciation, or to beg them to do a podcast on the history of Burana.  Instead, I just ended up writing them a request for a podcast about prehistoric creatures!

The hardest part of writing to the hosts?  Unexpectedly, it was just finding the email address!  I’m not sure why it’s not available online, but I just re-listened to an old episode, and got the prize.

In case you wanted to know, the email address is historypodcast [at] discovery [dot] com.

They’ve also got Facebook and Twitter links, which are pretty active!

Book withdrawals?

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Does anyone else do this? You’d think it wouldn’t matter so much, but wow. When I reach the last page of a good book (and sometimes even a bad book, *ahem*cough* Twilight 1-6), I feel like IT’S OVER. THE END. THE BOOK IS OVER AND SO IS MY LIFE. I don’t know what to do with myself for a while, and I feel really despondent for a while, too!

A beautiful photo I got from Tadnad's blog (via Google search).

I mean, I guess this varies with the book, the context (anything fun going on?!), etc. Still! Whew! I’ve even read super, super-touching non-fiction books that do this to me!

And no, I’m not feeling that way at the moment, although I was feeling that way a few days ago when I finished “My Father’s Daughter: Memories of an Australian Childhood,” by Sheila Fitzpatrick. Certain criticisms notwithstanding (although, how do you go about criticizing a (well-written) memoir?), I had no idea it would be so touching (the author seems to pride herself on being quite the opposite)!  When I finished, I was like, “Okaaay, that was the childhood.  Where’s the rest of the hood?!”

In fact, I’m a little apprehensive of finishing my current pleasure read, “Esperanza’s Box of Saints,” by María Amparo Escandó. It’s great so far, and it’s one of the ONLY fictional stories (well, that’s to say nothing of misremembered and/or manipulated history books! LOL) I’m indulging in this summer.

Sigh. And my family wonders why I’m NOT a fiction writer — it’s because I could never kill off my characters, or probably even end a story! 😛