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Makovision Handpicked News For Internet Developers: And there is, apparently, a ceiling on Gawker's expansion. Last month, the company started Sploid, a Drudge-like headline news blog with a tabloid look, and Mr. Denton says two more titles are planned for the short term, although he would not be specific about the particular consumer itches he'll be scratching this time. Having covered everything from BlackBerries to Beltway gossip, it's hard to imagine what else looms, but he said writers had already been lined up.
The Olive Press: Less recognizable in that film, however, are the mysterious voices and musicians that make up the Soggy Bottom Boys, whose "I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow" serves as leitmotif for the whole movie. Anyway, a few tracks into disc 2 of Alison Krauss & Union Station: Live, I felt the thrilling surprise of the yokel in O Brother who exclaims "Hot damn, it's the Soggy Bottom Boys!" as they launch into their hit single to thunderous applause. Sure enough, the mouthpiece for George Clooney is none other than Dan Tyminski, guitarist and vocalist for Union Station, and their live rendition of "I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow" is clearly a Soggy Bottom Boys performance. Nice.
The Olive Press: New Stitch 'N Bitch clubs are cropping up wherever women yearn for a menage a trois--Stoller's name for the vital three-needle bind-off technique. Last week at an East Village cafe called Knit New York, the Stitch 'N Bitchers knitted and purled to the beat of synthetic punk music and traded multicolored hanks of angora, alpaca, mohair and even possum yarn. "When I learned to knit, yarns were just rough," said Carrie Brenner, a 31-year-old who works on Wall Street. "They weren't sexy and urban and hip." Stoller, surrounded by young women using the tools of the past to create new forms of self-expression, wore a fire-engine red scarf of silk and mohair, streaked with fuchsia.
God of the Machine (11/03/2003): "Moore Better Blues": In the first place, there is real talent scattered throughout his work; in the second place, our time does not recognize any relationship between motive and emotion, but is looking merely for emotion; in the third place, Yeats's power of self-assertion, his bardic tone, has overwhelmed his readers thus far. The bardic tone is common in romantic poetry; it sometimes occurs in talented (but confused) poets such as Blake and Yeats; more often it appears in poets of little or no talent, such as Shelley, Whitman, and Robinson Jeffers. For most readers the bardic tone is synonymous with greatness, for through this tone the poet asserts that he is great, in the absence of any (or sufficient) supporting intelligence. If the poet asserts his own greatness long enough and in the same tone of voice, the effect is hypnotic; we have seen the same thing on the political platform in the persons of such speakers as Mussolini, Father Coughlin, and Adolf Hitler.
brooklynteacher.blog-city.com: first thing's first. my website has had its 1000th hit. that means you people are enjoying the show enough to return a total of 1000 times. sorry, didn't mean to treat you like my students and spell it out for you. i am glad you guys keep coming back for more. it's strange. i have so little interaction with adults and this is kind of my outlet to speak to or at people over the age of 15. ok, that said today was a crazy day. let us start from the beginning. first of all, i am going on like 11 hours of sleep for the last two nights, which is not enough for me. i was so tired this morning my legs were aching and stuff. my eyes were smaller when i looked in the mirror because they didn't have enough energy to open up all of the way. my facial hair is starting to draw comparisons to tom hanks in cast away. basically, i look like poop. my first two classes go fine. we learned a lot and the kids were good. i got a coverage for 3rd period. it just so happened to be for my student's history class. so this is my bad class who i hadn't had that day, but would later for periods 7th and 8th. i walk in and they go wild because i am their sub. they were a little out of control because they know i don't know jack about history and that my forte is math. with 15 minutes left in the class period, we have a fire drill. they love fire drills. i am trying to lock the door and my key breaks off in the lock. i'm like, great. so i got the broken part out and just so happened to have another key to lock it. so, i am standing outside with all my kids in a sea of students. next thing i know, i get punched in the face. ok, mom, don't freak out yet. apparently the kids, who were my kids, were behind me playing this slap game where they run up and hit each other in the face. well, one of the girls kept slapping one of the guys. the last time, she slapped him pretty hard. so what does he do? he punches her in the face. this is one of my "hard" girls who doesn't take anything. the boy comes and stands by me because he realizes his mistake and knows that he is bout ready to get dropped. this has all transpired behind my back. the girls comes at him and jacks him which makes his head hit my face and on the follow through she hits me in the face and scratches me under the eye. i had some of the guys hold back the boy and i escorted the girls up to the office. she was so mad and bawling and everything saying, "i am going to kill him" and so on. she ends up giving me a sincere and unprovoked apology which i truly accepted. she is one of the girls i have put a lot of time and effort in to. so, in the end both of them are being suspended for 5 days. it kind of makes me mad because i would rather have them in my class, but they need to be punished somehow. then, i am given a bunch of paper work to fill out because i was "injured" and whatever. so i am at my desk during a prep period and three of my boys come in and realize that their bags have been stolen. so i'm like great! i take them to the office to have them report it and stuff. while they are sitting in the office, they find some bubble tape that another kid must have left there. these three boys stuff all three feet of the tape into their mouths. that's a foot of bubble gum each. it was the first thing that had made me smile all day. then, my principal happened to have three donuts in her office. the boys are all sitting there pissed off saying that they are going to beat the s--- out of whoever took them and stuff and she walks over and offers them the donuts and they light up. they went crazy on the donuts. it was great. so it all ends up that it was their friends playing a joke on them. that was annoying, funny, and a relief. then, in passing periods, one of my guy students pushed a girls student and then all hell almost broke loose again. luckily i intervened quick enough. so during my 7th and 8th double period class, i threw down. basically, they have a new teacher. (not literally. what i am trying to say is that i am going to run my class like boot camp until they grow up and start respecting each other and me) they were very responsive and very good. they feel really bad, but i have a feeling that they have only short term memory and all will be back to the usual on monday. i will not be the same though. it's on. i can be a real prick if need be and duty has called. then, to top it all off, i am just beat at the end of the day. i am walking down the stairs to leave the building and have a well deserved drink and there are two 6th graders playing on the steps. i just walk by them and pay no mind until one of the boys says, "what the f--- are you looking at?" i burned his face in my mind and am going to address it on monday. i had no energy to even discipline him. i have a very minor shiner and scratch under my eye. my first external wounds. i am totally dead and tired. do not think for a second though that i want to quit or anything. frustrated? yes. giving up? no. these kids expect people to give up on them, so if i did so, i would be nothing more then a contributor to the cycle. well, i need to rest and be an alien on the couch for a while as i stare at the idiot box. i had one girl come up to me and say, "mr. ---, i'm sorry about today. you know i care about you." and she gave me a hug. that truly made everything better.
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