SOPHIE SCHOLL ‘The fire within’
I legit teared up at this.
SOPHIE SCHOLL ‘The fire within’
I legit teared up at this.
Career Club Shirts for men, 1970s
Advertising at its finest. Stan Rizzo art-directed this.
The two of us are young enough to dream
we’ll make it out alive, somehow escape
the burden of our genes and history
to start again, unstained. From the rotting corpose
of a lion he’d killed, Samson took honey, ate,
and found it sweet, but then slew thirty men
because of it. Like him, we crave the taste
of something drawn from death, but can’t be sure
if fingers drip with syrup or with gore.
Or both. Nothing we touch is innocent.
Had my first night game (this season) at Comiskey last night. A few observations:
I don’t know shit: It’s the fifth inning, still 0-0. Tank hits a bleeder through the left side of the infield for a single. Sitting next to James and Laura, I’m excited. I mean, this could be the start of a big inning. I say as much to my friends.
Then I see who’s on deck. Fuck.
"Yes, it could be a big inning, but since Jeff Keppinger’s at the plate, it won’t be.”
Boom. Keppinger hits the first pitch for a two-run shot. I’m a dick.
The White Sox won’t win the Central, because their most glaring problem is staring them right in the fucking face and they won’t fix it:
This is not a surprise. The bullpen is complete shit. It’s been complete shit for the last 365 days. It’s a clown car. It’s a dumpster fire.
And this is nothing new.
Quintana was a-mazing last night. When he ran out of gas, they had to use their one (ONE!) reliable reliever, good ol’ Jesse Crain, to get them out of a bases-loaded jam.
Robin brings on Lindstrom for the eighth, which is essentially trying to put out a fire with a can of gasoline. Lindstrom promptly gives up a run—though, in the interest of fairness, if Ramirez fields that cleanly, it’s the end of the inning—and lucks out when someone smashes a hard grounder straight at Paulie to start the 3-6-3 double play.
In the Sox’s half of the eighth, Ramirez gets on and Rios doubles him home for the stress-relieving insurance run. And then the rains come.
In the driving squall, Robin brings on Addy Reed, the least-comforting closer in the American League. Yes, Addy’s saved 16 in 17 tries. But every save comes with him putting at least two guys on, giving up a warning-track shot, and then striking out the last guy.
So Addy one-ups himself. He gives up a warning-track shot to the first batter, a deep fly ball to the second, and then strikes out Nava to close the game.
The starters have the lowest ERA in the big leagues, but the team is under .500. Everyone knows what the problem is. Christ, just fix it.
Make a trade. Bring in guys from Triple-A. Hell, bring in guys from Double-A. It’s been going on for a year now, and it’s killing us.
Comiskey’s a great place to watch a ballgame: Seriously.
Fuck the haters: Every seat’s got a great view of the field, easy access to concessions and bathrooms, and a relatively low price.
Red Sox fans are obnoxious: You travel well. There are lots of you. We get it. And I was impressed with the lack of pink hats.
But the whole “Let’s chant for our team in the other team’s stadium just to show off how many of us there are” bit?
Knock that shit off. It’s the sort of thing Yankees fans do.
Alex Rios is the MAN: Two years ago, he was playing for his job.
Last year, he was playing for respect.
This year, he’s playing for a big contract.
Look out, American League.
Jesse Jackson (w/Afro) playing basketball against Marvin Gaye.
asaknf;bw;fb;webf;qbf;lq;f (face melting)
The city of Montreal has changed the name of Faillon street in front of Jarry Park, the former home of the Montreal Expos, to Gary Carter Street in honour of former Expos Hall of Famer. (Photo: Ryan Remoirez/The Canadian Press)
Charles Lindbergh in Paris
- Kummerspeck (German)
Excess weight gained from emotional overeating. Literally, grief bacon.
- Shemomedjamo (Georgian)
You know when you’re really full, but your meal is just so delicious, you can’t stop eating it?
- Tartle (Scots)
The nearly onomatopoeic word for that panicky hesitation just before you have to introduce someone whose name you can’t quite remember.
- Mamihlapinatapai (Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego)
This word captures that special look shared between two people, when both are wishing that the other would do something that they both want, but neither want to do.
- Backpfeifengesicht (German)
A face badly in need of a fist.
- Iktsuarpok (Inuit)
You know that feeling of anticipation when you’re waiting for someone to show up at your house and you keep going outside to see if they’re there yet?
- Pelinti (Buli, Ghana)
Your friend bites into a piece of piping hot pizza, then opens his mouth and sort of tilts his head around while making an “aaaarrrahh” noise. The Ghanaians have a word for that. More specifically, it means “to move hot food around in your mouth.”
- Greng-jai (Thai)
That feeling you get when you don’t want someone to do something for you because it would be a pain for them.
- Mencolek (Indonesian)
You know that old trick where you tap someone lightly on the opposite shoulder from behind to fool them? The Indonesians have a word for it.
- Faamiti (Samoan)
To make a squeaking sound by sucking air past the lips in order to gain the attention of a dog or child.
- Gigil (Filipino)
The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is irresistibly cute.
- Yuputka (Ulwa)
A word made for walking in the woods at night, it’s the phantom sensation of something crawling on your skin.
- Zhaghzhagh (Persian)
The chattering of teeth from the cold or from rage.
- Vybafnout (Czech)
A word tailor-made for annoying older brothers—it means to jump out and say boo.
- Fremdschämen (German)
; Myötähäpeä (Finnish)
The kindler, gentler cousins of Schadenfreude, both these words mean something akin to “vicarious embarrassment.”
- Lagom (Swedish)
Maybe Goldilocks was Swedish? This slippery little word is hard to define, but means something like, “Not too much, and not too little, but juuuuust right.”
- Pålegg (Norweigian)
Sandwich Artists unite! The Norwegians have a non-specific descriptor for anything – ham, cheese, jam, Nutella, mustard, herring, pickles, Doritos, you name it – you might consider putting into a sandwich.
- Layogenic (Tagalog)
Remember in Clueless when Cher describes someone as “a full-on Monet…from far away, it’s OK, but up close it’s a big old mess”? That’s exactly what this word means.
- Bakku-shan (Japanese)
Or there this Japanese slang term, which describes the experience of seeing a woman who appears pretty from behind but not from the front.
- Seigneur-terraces (French)
Coffee shop dwellers who sit at tables a long time but spend little money.
- Ya’arburnee (Arabic)
This word is the hopeful declaration that you will die before someone you love deeply, because you cannot stand to live without them. Literally, may you bury me.
- Pana Po’o (Hawaiian)
“Hmm, now where did I leave those keys?” he said, pana po’oing. It means to scratch your head in order to help you remember something you’ve forgotten.
- Slampadato (Italian)
Addicted to the UV glow of tanning salons? This word describes you.
- Zeg (Georgian)
It means “the day after tomorrow.” OK, we do have “overmorrow” in English, but when was the last time someone used that?
- Cafune (Brazilian Portuguese)
Leave it to the Brazilians to come up with a word for “tenderly running your fingers through your lover’s hair.”
- Koi No Yokan (Japanese)
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love.
- Kaelling (Danish)
You know that woman who stands on her doorstep (or in line at the supermarket, or at the park, or in a restaurant)
cursing at her children? The Danes know her, too.
- Boketto (Japanese)
It’s nice to know that the Japanese think enough of the act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking to give it a name.
- L’esprit de l’escalier (French)
Literally, stairwell wit—a too-late retort thought of only after departure.
- Cotisuelto (Caribbean Spanish)
A word that would aptly describe the prevailing fashion trend among American men under 40, it means one who wears the shirt tail outside of his trousers.
- Packesel (German)
The packesel is the person who’s stuck carrying everyone else’s bags on a trip. Literally, a burro.
- Hygge (Danish)
Denmark’s mantra, hygge is the pleasant, genial, and intimate feeling associated with sitting around a fire in the winter with close friends.
- Cavoli Riscaldati (Italian)
The result of attempting to revive an unworkable relationship. Translates to “reheated cabbage.”
- Bilita Mpash (Bantu)
An amazing dream. Not just a “good” dream; the opposite of a nightmare.
- Litost (Czech)
Milan Kundera described the emotion as “a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.”
- Luftmensch (Yiddish)
There are several Yiddish words to describe social misfits. This one is for an impractical dreamer with no business sense.
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Oak Street Aphrodite, 1967, Chicago. Tom Palazzolo