cats, rainbows and food. but no nyan cat. just. no.
Ursula by ~DarkainMX on deviantART. INTENSE: Old Spice Interactive Muscle Music Cacophony. This is an interactive video of former NFL player and current actor Terry Crews with a bunch of electrodes attached to his various muscle groups that allegedly activate various musical instruments.
He plays for a little while, but afterwards you can record your own jam by mashing the buttons on your keyboard like a crazy person. Are the electrodes ACTUALLY playing the instruments? I doubt it. I've been wrong before though. Granted that was a single question on a multiple choice test in college that I didn't fully erase my other bubble for, but still, the Scantron machine marked it wrong.
Hit the jump, watch a lunatic yell and flex for 75-seconds, then get your just-the-right-amount-of-homoerotic one-man jam-band on. Thanks to IuseSpeedstick and Jaime, one of which uses Speedstick, the other...Secret?
The Dark Chocolate Knight. Hunting Down My Son's Killer. World. Life. World II. Places. In Which We're Up All Night. On Insomnia by ELIZABETH GUMPORT It is impossible to describe insomnia to people who are sound sleepers.
These are the people who trust that getting in bed will be followed by falling asleep, as surely as night follows day; these are the fearless people. Sleepless people are a very different breed. They know what insomnia really is: not just the failure to fall asleep, but the fear of that failure. The fearless person also fails to understand how easy it is to become one of the sleepless people. Photography by Yasmine ChatilaAnd while you can always find a new boyfriend, there is no substitute for sleep.
A cure that leaves you groggy or hungover is no cure at all. The sleepless become superstitious. If pills and drinks and caddies don't work, all you can do is wait. Another option available to the insomniac is acceptance. If you can't write, or clean, or even rest, you can always do something else: “an ideal insomnia,” Joyce Carol Oates once said, “allows for a lot of reading.”
Transgender at five. But it kept getting more intense, all this boyishness from their younger daughter.
She began to argue vehemently — as only a tantrum-prone toddler can — that she was not a girl. “I am a boy,” the child insisted, at just 2 years old. And that made Jean uneasy. It was weird. “I am a boy” became a constant theme in struggles over clothing, bathing, swimming, eating, playing, breathing. Jean and Stephen gave up trying to force Kathryn to wear the frilly dresses that Grandma kept sending. Kathryn didn’t even want to be around other little girls, let alone acknowledge that she biologically is one. Brady Udall's 1998 Esquire article "The Lonely Polygamist" This article, "The Lonely Polygamist," by Brady Udall, appeared in the Feb. 1, 1998, issue of Esquire.
The article is being reprinted with the permission of Esquire and the author. Meet Bill. He has four wives and thirty-one kids. And something's missing. POLYGAMY IS not something you try on a whim. Then what, you're asking yourself, could possibly be the problem? The problem is this: Polygamy is not what you think it is. Put simply: You'd have to be crazy to want to be a polygamist. That's what's so strange about Bill. Bill's wives are not who you'd expect, either. Each of Bill's wives lives in a different house in the suburbs around Salt Lake City. Okay, now: Put yourself in Bill's size-14 wing tips for a minute. The real heroes are the parents.
In July of 1918, whilst serving as an ambulance driver in Italy during World War I, Ernest Hemingway was seriously wounded in a mortar attack that resulted in both legs being "riddled" with shrapnel and a six month stay in a Milan hospital.
Three months after the incident, as he recuperated, 19-year-old Hemingway wrote the following letter to his family and reflected on his situation. Lists of Note. Lists of Note. Lists of Note. At Explore Charter School, a Portrait of Segregated Education. Floriande Augustin, a first-year teacher at the school, invited students to share their choices.
Hands waved for attention. One girl said it was when she got a cat, though she was unsure why. Another selected a car crash. A third brought up the time when her cousin got shot and “it was positive because he felt his life was crazy and he went to college so he couldn’t get shot anymore.” The lesson detoured into Martin Luther King Jr. and his turning points. The students scribbled notes. In the broad resegregation of the nation’s schools that has transpired over recent decades, New York’s public-school system looms as one of the most segregated. About 650 of the nearly 1,700 schools in the system have populations that are 70 percent a single race, a New York Times analysis of schools data for the 2009-10 school year found; more than half the city’s schools are at least 90 percent black and Hispanic.
The school’s enrollment is even more racially lopsided than its catchment area. As Ms.
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