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crooks and liars
135 slated for demolition
guess i was the last resident. sad to see it go. i always said it was pre-civil war but turns out it was built in 1817. im sure the chinese bank will build something lovely in its stead.
"Ever since I moved three years ago to Portland, Ore., that hotbed of all things hipster, I’ve been trying to get a handle on today’s youth culture. The style is easy enough to describe — the skinny pants, the retro hats, the wall-to-wall tattoos. But style is superficial. The question is, what’s underneath? What idea of life? What stance with respect to the world?"
tonight should have been the last night on this stinkhole of a mattress but i fucked up my order so its delayed at least one day if not more. but also they misinformed me about getting it upstairs so i may be sleeping on the stairs outside the building if i cant bribe the delivery guys or a random passerby. only half kidding. meanwhile my tv is due tomorrow, a delivery that will surely not go off without a hitch, likely due to my spotty doorbell which makes every delivery a dicey affair. also, i waited all day for directv over the weekend only to find out that my reinstallation was suspended until i paid my verizon bill which was a paltry 80 dollars. i suppose its just as well as i have no stand to put the tv on. so you could say i put the horse before the cart assuming the horse is named samsung. that about covers this week at the follies brecher. a demain.... ill be at the laundromat washing my sheets if you need me.
One of Green's many fears for the publication of The Pale King is that it will be read as an extended suicide note, as an explanation for the ending that Wallace gave himself. At one point in our conversation I wonder if she thought that the illness and the writing came out of the same place, that you couldn't have had one without the other?
"I don't think that is the case," she says, though she gets the emails from readers who want to believe this stubborn myth of the tormented genius, want the pain to be a prerequisite for the creativity, want to turn Wallace into some literary James Dean. "People don't understand how ill he was. It was a monster that just ate him up. And at that point everything was secondary to the illness. Not just writing. Everything else: food, love, shelter…"
That's at the heart of the Barcelona model and runs all the way through the club, doesn't it? When you beat Madrid, eight of the starting XI were youth-team products and all three finalists in this year's Ballon d'Or were too – Lionel Messi, Andrés Iniesta and you.
X: Some youth academies worry about winning, we worry about education. You see a kid who lifts his head up, who plays the pass first time, pum, and you think, 'Yep, he'll do.' Bring him in, coach him. Our model was imposed by [Johan] Cruyff; it's an Ajax model. It's all about rondos [piggy in the middle]. Rondo, rondo, rondo. Every. Single. Day. It's the best exercise there is. You learn responsibility and not to lose the ball. If you lose the ball, you go in the middle. Pum-pum-pum-pum, always one touch. If you go in the middle, it's humiliating, the rest applaud and laugh at you.
its a kick
lovely gamewinning bicycle kick by wayne rooney to keep manchester united on top of the premier league.
When the future novelist David Foster Wallace was about 14 years old, he asked his father, the University of Illinois philosophy professor James D. Wallace, to explain to him what philosophy is, so that when people would ask him exactly what it was that his father did, he could give them an answer. James had the two of them read Plato's Phaedo dialogue together, an experience that turned out to be pivotal in his understanding of his son. "I had never had an undergraduate student who caught on so quickly or who responded with such maturity and sophistication," James recalls. "This was this first time I realized what a phenomenal mind David had."