A list, from the man who read the Oxford English Dictionary, of his favorites.
An example, he says, is “petracore,” a word for the scent that rises from pavement after rain has begun to fall. “It’s a beautiful smell,” Shea said. “I’ve always loved that smell, when it first starts raining.”
I also liked debag – to strip the pants from a person.
Struggling to eke out a living for the past 20 decades, the U.S. populace has supported itself with odd jobs in the fur trade, tinkering, information technology, and pharmaceuticals industries, but has finally succumbed to the mounting pressures of modern life. The nation plans to strike out on its own come fall, when the weather’s cooler, hoping to make its fortune and perhaps find a little patch of soil to call its own in the sprawling wilderness between O’Hare International Airport and the Great Pacific Ocean.
I’m inclined to join them.
Four Cyclists who were wearing smog masks when they arrived in Beijing, have been forced to apologize…I guess for not wanting to breathe the stew of airborne-shit that is the city’s air?
Four US Olympic cyclists who caused an outcry when they arrived at Beijing airport wearing smog masks have today apologised to Games organisers.
The four – Mike Friedman, Bobby Lee, Sarah Hammer and Jennie Reed – said that they were wearing the masks because of pollution fears, a touchy subject for the Chinese authorities.
Not to be a downer, but letsee, the tibet-crackdown thing, the earthquake, yesterday’s terrorist-dumptruck attack, the polution, the torch protests…I think four american cyclists, who might be needing their full oxygenation abilities in the next few days, wearing smog-masks might be the least of this round of the game’s problems.
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Ten reasons dating a unicorn would rule. Tether ball was my favorite.
I was standing neck-deep in Barton Springs yesterday, sweating in 64 degree water, if that’s even possible. It’s too hot to even think straight, and I’ve taken to weighing the benefits of drowning myself in the cold water vs the inevitable heat stroke if I stay above the surface any longer.
Over on the diving board, near the center of the pool, i hear the starts of cheering and shouting, creeping up through the audible spectrum, slowly gaining momentum. Looking over, there’s this speck-of-a-kid perched on the end of the diving board. It’s only a three-foot drop but the poor little dude has locked up. All around him though, hundreds of complete strangers are cheering and shouting encouragement, and it spreads up-and-down the length of the 1/3 mile long pool, until you’ve got a pretty impressive tumult.
The kid jumps, and the roar turns to rock concert applause. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t happen everywhere.
Big Pictures of CREN’s Large Hadron Collider. It’s very likely when they fire this thing up later this year it’ll create a blackhole that’ll devour the solar system. At least it looks really cool.