Surprisingly, the most honest ice bucket challenge belongs to none other than Charlie Sheen, but not for the reason he cites: ice melts and money doesn't.
In All is Lost, In Bryan Harvey, In Feminism, In Films, In Gravity, In J.C. Chandor, In Jonas Cuaron, In Rig Veda, In Robert Redford, In Sandra Bullock, In Teach
In broken leg, In Bryan Harvey, In Icarus, In Indiana Pacers, In NBA, In Paul George, In Teach, In USA
August 2, 2014
The initial reactions evolved from whispers, stunned silences, the Oh! My! God! That was awful looking, more whispers, and then carefully worded concern. Seeing a man's leg, upon landing, go from a straight line to a ninety degree angle of skin and bone is, as it should be, a shock to the system. And whatever we said, tweeted, or even yelled as we watched Paul George handle such catastrophe with relative calmness--perhaps as a result of the certainty that this was indeed terrible--surely sounded like an echo of whatever that tragic Greek figure Daedalus said, tweeted, or even yelled as his son Icarus plunged into the sea. Except Paul George wasn't exactly flying too close to the sun.
|Paul George intimidating the hell out of Icarus.|
In #Johanna, In BallerBall, In Bryan Harvey, In chandler parsons, In Fries and Ketchup, In High as the Horses Bridles, In James Harden, In Lincoln Michel, In Painted Cities, In Teach
July 26, 2014
In books, In Bryan Harvey, In Dave Eggers, In Didion, In James McBride, In Karen Russell, In Kyle Baker, In Matthiessen, In Meg Wolitzer, In Mengestu, In Novels, In Teach
July 16, 2014
I've read about a hundred plus books--some required, some not required--since I last posted anything about reading materials. The following is not an arbitrary round number of books, just a list of which novels now, after some time has passed, feel like phantom limbs that every now and again my imagination reaches for with strained emotion:
|Illustration from K. Baker's graphic novel, _Nat Turner_.|
In berndon4, In brendan brody, In EPL, In Liverpool, In soccer, In World Cup
July 13, 2014
I thought there wasn't any room in my brain. I'm more addicted to sports than mostly anyone I've ever met. I've been following the NFL college football, college basketball, baseball, and the NBA since 1987. I'm the geek who sits and keeps score while watching a baseball game at home. I talk about sports constantly. So every four years in the past, when the World Cup came along, I jumped right in. Coming from a school like Chancellor helped me know and appreciate the game a little more than most. A good number of my friends were really good soccer players and our program when I was in school was one of the best in the state of Virginia. I went to almost every game during my four years at CHS, so I had a general understanding of how the game was played. But once the World Cup was over, soccer and me went out respective ways, knowing that we'd see each other again in four years.