I played Starcraft under the alias smalter.
I live in New York City.
I read email sent to smalter at gmail dot com.
[Sneijder] was a disruptive force in the Dutch team, quarrelling with his enemy Van Persie over who got to take free-kicks. In the end the Dutch assistant coach Frank de Boer ruled in favour of Sneijder. Challenged on this, De Boer replies with impeccable logic: “Well, where else am I going to put that Smurf when we get a free-kick?” Sneijder does not typically rule the skies like Duncan Ferguson did. His header that slayed Brazil was such a surprise that he ran off smacking his forehead and chuckling.
My Dad went to a zendo regularly for quite some time, when I was much younger. As a child, the concept of sitting and only sitting was mysterious to me, so I asked him why he did it. He told me that he wasn’t sure, so he asked the head teacher at the zendo, and later recounted the exchange to me, which I have always valued as something of a modern koan in its own right:
Dad: “So, sitting will definitely produce positive results if you do it for long enough, right? What if I sat for 20 years?”
Master: “You mean, a guaranteed amount of enlightenment, however small?”
Dad: “Exactly.”
Master: “The only thing I can guarantee you will get after 20 years of zazen is hemorrhoids.”
A time-capsule shot depicting life in Times Square before the terrorists blew it to smithereens.
The relief well option should be colloquially known as I Drink Your Gulf Oil Environmental Disaster.
- Jose: there was almost a few fights also
- me: oh yeah? it was a rough match?
- Jose: not really just the other team had some crazy white boys
- you know how it is
- i had to jump over a few crazy tackles
- and my boy Xavi got tackled from behind with no ball
- then i meg'd the crazy guy that was causing all the problems and then laughed in his face after i did it....it was fun
- i told him i wasn't playing serious and he should do the same
- he gave me a white boy response..."what ever man"