Brick Tamlin is embarrassed… for her.
I really didn’t want to like this.
THEN A CAR BLEW UP.
Due to space constraints
The following part of this got cut.
Hernandez, who started the match, and Salgado, a second-half substitute, fall to the ground in despair at the final whistle. Hot, Cropper, and Ibeagha wander from the bench to the field and attempt to pick up their crushed teammates in an effort to distract themselves from the reality that they won’t be going to Colombia. Because of the strange seating configuration, I find myself next to Arreola, who injured in the US’s second group stage game against Panama. He watches from the stands, in agony that he can’t help his team in a match that speed and creative left foot would have swung the match in the American’s favor. Observing the 19-year-old UCLA student suffer is heart-wrenching.
In the past three days
I learned one friend was moving to Boston to attend business school because he sent me a text message that said something to the effect of “I’m looking at an apartment in Cambridge that has a racquetball court in it” and that another friend refuses to carry a cooking skillet from Manhattan to Brooklyn.
I don’t know what this says about me or my friends or the general state of life — probably nothing — but I find it all quite amusing.
Yes.
Moving on…
According to the Dodgers’ official website, the team put Kuo on the disabled list Friday with what was called a “lower left back strain.” His back does have an issue, according to the team website, but apparently he also has a relapse of the yips, which is “a loss of certain motor skills often used by golfers to explain shaky putting, but adapted in baseball for players who suddenly can’t control throws with no loss in velocity.”
One of the rockets that landed in Qasr Ahmed exploded beside one of those lines, killing several people waiting for food. “I jumped onto the ground when the explosions started,” said Ali Hmouda, 36, an employee of the port. “My friend did not. His head came off.”
hman:
Aww, I kinda wanted TMZ for Kidz to be for real.
“It was earlier this year when Selena and Hitch met cute at the United Nations HQ in New York – she was acting in her capacity as a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador and he was in the midst of an unsuccessful bid to have the General Council issue a posthumous condemnation of Mother Teresa.
“They ended up spending one of those magical New York afternoons together,” our diplomat dishes. “Hitch had to fly to The Hague that night, but from the second he landed, they were texting and Facebook chatting all the time.”
Source: http://www.tmzforkidz.com/?p=256
In Japan, red apparently is good.
That's a wonderful attitude
"Everybody can use more waking hours, even if you just watch movies.”
With all credit to my favorite indie rock music blog that is written by my only roommate.
Really?
What if the statement lyric on the best song off your most critical album — Dare we call it a comeback? We dare. — was a lie?
"It’s so early I don’t want to wake up./We’re so lucky because we never grow up," Julian Casablancas sings 105 seconds into "Taken For A Fool."
Which: fine and inspiring and let’s go drink on the LES until well past 12:51. Etc.
But also: totally, completely, and most importantly, obviously untrue.
Grown up problems defined the making of “Angles.” I know this. You know this. Anyone with a passing interest in the state of Music White People Like knows this. The spider web fractures that extended during the post This Is It years finally broke. Four out of five Strokes recorded the album while Casablancas filled in his parts from afar.
Put the feelings of the group on a scale between love and hate, and you’ll find the weight tilting toward the latter.
A thought from 2001: “The Strokes, even on their debut album, sound like experienced professionals for whom mastering the form seems only an album away.”
Three albums later, the existence of Angles indicates the professionalism remains but simultaneously demonstrates how unmastered the form is.
A decade ago — which, you know, sometimes seems like it was only last night — Casablancas knew for sure he was walking out that door.
To where never really mattered.
He knows now where the exit leads. Occasionally, you get the impression he wishes it was all a dream.
Or maybe just a lie.
I suppose given the theme of the night, week, month, this should be LCD but it’s not because it’s my Tumblr.
Hanging out on muscle relaxants.
Lo siento.
Amazing analysis by ESPN.com's Cricket World Cup live blog crew
"Malinga walks back, pushes his hair locks back. Sanga wipes the sweat off his brow. Dhoni looks around the field."