;

Imanuel’s crew, insofar as he has one: his sister Eryka, who’s 23 and is herself a YouTube personality in Indonesia, and a portly 21-year-old guy named Ricky — he asks me not to use his last name — who produces the music Imanuel makes as Rich Chigga and appears in the “Dat $tick” video.

Vince McMahon offered him an early entrée into the world of professional wrestling

I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents,

A Modest Proposal

palpated

spurted

He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.

despotic

world’s poorest nations.

The muscle hijackers came from a variety of educational and societal backgrounds," page 231 of the report reads. "All were between 20 and 28 years old; most were unemployed with no more than a high school education and were unmarried."The report, the

This kind of sniping tells us more about the attackers than the attacked

affluence comes at the expense of the poor.

world’s poorest nations.

He had never heard of rotavirus

What is a human life worth?

What is a human life worth?

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viewing in an attitude of healthy repose

for a more pleasant expression.

r. Jones is reposing in the preparation room-to be readied to bid the world farewell.

homogeneous scrapple

bursting

gagged

interposition

16 April 1963

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

Champion of the WorldMaya Angelou“Champion of the World” is the nineteenth chapter in I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings; the title is a phrase taken from the chapter. Remembering her own childhood, the writer tells us how she and her older brother, Bailey, grew up in a townin Arkansas. The center of their lives was Grandmother and Uncle Willie’s store, a gathering place for the black community. On the night when this story takes place, Joe Louis, the “Brown Bomber” and the hero of his people, defends his heavyweight boxing title against a white contender. Angelou’s telling of the event both entertains us and explains what it was like to be African American in a certain time and place

Angelou

near-sacred quiet

The last inch of space was filled, yet people continued to wedge themselves along the walls of the Store.

Joe Louis

skeptical of government-led efforts to mitigate the growing gap between the rich and everyone else.

power structure

us

Kenneth C. Griffin

“This relationship between police and the community is what made Ferguson a powder keg,”

“Psychologically it’s a tragedy.”

“The Asshole”

EVERY LIFE DESERVES

Police take drug money off the streets. If you are driving with more than 10,000 dollars you will have the money seized if you say it's not urs. If you say it's urs, u will have to fill out a form and state why u have so much cash and where it came from. Most money seized is voluntarily given up. That's because it's cartel money and they don't want to admit they are running drug money. This "journalist" just wanted a good story without giving the facts

jurisprudence

.

Chris Tucker as Michael Jackson head and arms and neck thing

James Turrell

“Bye Bye Bye” ‘N Sync thing with the fist pump

negative connotations.

.

Aubrey Drake Graham

“We were great friends. I don’t know if you can say it this way, but we were men who loved each other.”

meaty face ripened by time

Not much came for George Bell: bank statements, a notice on the apartment insurance, utility bills, junk mail.

Those secrets would bring sorrow. At the same time, they would deliver rewards. Death does that. It closes doors but also opens them.

ripples from the process would spill

George Bell — a simple name, two syllables, the minimum. There were no obvious answers as to who he was or what shape his life had taken. What worries weighed on him. Whom he loved and who loved him.

The apartment belonged to a George Bell. He lived alone. Thus the presumption was that the corpse also belonged to George Bell.

In West’s telling, he’s had to howl because fashion people weren’t listening, and he needed their ear. “I one hundred percent had to scream,” he said. “I tried it every other way.”

Beau Jack

In an article I wrote more than three decades ago, at the time of a humanitarian emergency in what is now Bangladesh, I used the example of walking by a shallow pond and seeing a small child who has fallen in and appears to be in danger of drowning. Even though we did nothing to cause the child to fall into the pond, almost everyone agrees that if we can save the child at minimal inconvenience or trouble to ourselves, we ought to do so. Anything else would be callous, indecent and, in a word, wrong. The fact that in rescuing the child we may, for example, ruin a new pair of shoes is not a good reason for allowing the child to drown.

Nor are philanthropists beholden to lobbyists. As The New York Times reported recently, billions of dollars of U.S. aid is tied to domestic goods. Wheat for Africa must be grown in America, although aid experts say this often depresses local African markets, reducing the incentive for farmers there to produce more. In a decision that surely costs lives, hundreds of millions of condoms intended to stop the spread of AIDS in Africa and around the world must be manufactured in the U.S., although they cost twice as much as similar products made in Asia.

In a country in which 96 percent of the population say they believe in a supreme being, that’s a striking fact.

In the past, diseases that affect only the poor have been of no commercial interest to pharmaceutical manufacturers, because the poor cannot afford to buy their products.

As Gates told a meeting of the World Health Assembly in Geneva last year, he and his wife, Melinda, “couldn’t escape the brutal conclusion that — in our world today — some lives are seen as worth saving and others are not.” They said to themselves, “This can’t be true.” But they knew it was.

What is a human life worth?

Nor are philanthropists beholden to lobbyists. As The New York Times reported recently, billions of dollars of U.S. aid is tied to domestic goods. Wheat for Africa must be grown in America, although aid experts say this often depresses local African markets, reducing the incentive for farmers there to produce more. In a decision that surely costs lives, hundreds of millions of condoms intended to stop the spread of AIDS in Africa and around the world must be manufactured in the U.S., although they cost twice as much as similar products made in Asia.

In an article I wrote more than three decades ago, at the time of a humanitarian emergency in what is now Bangladesh, I used the example of walking by a shallow pond and seeing a small child who has fallen in and appears to be in danger of drowning. Even though we did nothing to cause the child to fall into the pond, almost everyone agrees that if we can save the child at minimal inconvenience or trouble to ourselves, we ought to do so. Anything else would be callous, indecent and, in a word, wrong.

In a country in which 96 percent of the population say they believe in a supreme being, that’s a striking fact.

diseases that affect only the poor have been of no commercial interest to pharmaceutical manufacturers,

As Gates told a meeting of the World Health Assembly in Geneva last year, he and his wife, Melinda, “couldn’t escape the brutal conclusion that — in our world today — some lives are seen as worth saving and others are not.” They said to themselves, “This can’t be true.” But they knew it was.

What is a human life worth?

In fact, he had:

The Agony and the Ecstasy of Kanye West

“It’s literally like . . . I know this is really harsh, but it’s like Before Yeezy and After Yeezy,

Not all the feedback was positive, but West seemed unfazed. “We destroyed the first village, the fashion village,” he told the group of 10 or so, graphic designers and members of his creative team obliged to attend a Sunday lunchtime meeting.

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But that's the way it is now. You can't find the heart of anything to stick the knife into."

Braggart, trickster, and fibber along with everything else, Lucas was nonetheless a living, breathing historical figure, a highly specialized font of secret knowledge, more exotic, and certainly less picked over, than any Don Corleone. He was a whole season of the black Sopranos -- old-school division. The idea that a backwoods boy could maneuver himself into position to tell at least a plausible lie about stashing 125 kilos of zum dope on Henry Kissinger's plane -- much less actually do it -- mitigated a multitude of sins. In the end, even Lucas's resounding lack of repentance didn't seem to matter. About the only flicker of remorse I'd seen from him occurred following a couple of beers we had with one of his brothers, Vernon Lee, who is known as Shorty.

For a moment I missed terribly the middle alternative.

I looked at the boy,who was silently watching his fly, and it was my hands that held his rod, my eyeswatching. I felt dizzy and didn’t know which rod I was at the end of.

years were a mirage

I began to sustain the illusion that he was I, and therefore, by sim-ple transposition, that I was my father.

Texters use deviant spellings - and they know they are deviant

But a detailed comparison of the vocabulary and other stylistic features of his own text messages and those of his niece showed that he had written the messages himself

People think that the written language seen on mobile phone screens is new and alien, but all the popular beliefs about texting are wrong. Its graphic distinctiveness is not a new phenomenon, nor is its use restricted to the young.

English has had abbreviated words ever since it began to be written down. Words such as exam, vet, fridge, cox and bus are so familiar that they have effectively become new words. When some of these abbreviated forms first came into use, they also attracted criticism. In 1711, for example, Joseph Addison complained about the way words were being "miserably curtailed" - he mentioned pos (itive) and incog (nito). And Jonathan Swift thought that abbreviating words was a "barbarous custom".

"bleak, bald, sad shorthand. Drab shrinktalk ... Linguistically it's all pig's ear ... it masks dyslexia, poor spelling and mental laziness. Texting is penmanship for illiterates."

What makes people capable of this kind of activism? The Stanford sociologist Doug McAdam compared the Freedom Summer dropouts with the participants who stayed, and discovered that the key difference wasn’t, as might be expected, ideological fervor. “All of the applicants—participants and withdrawals alike—emerge as highly committed, articulate supporters of the goals and values of the summer program,” he concluded. What mattered more was an applicant’s degree of personal connection to the civil-rights movement. All the volunteers were required to provide a list of personal contacts—the people they wanted kept apprised of their activities—and participants were far more likely than dropouts to have close friends who were also going to Mississippi. High-risk activism, McAdam concluded, is a “strong-tie” phenomenon.

Facebook friend is the same as a real friend

“Western journalists who couldn’t reach—or didn’t bother reaching?—people on the ground in Iran simply scrolled through the English-language tweets post with tag #iranelection,” she wrote. “Through it all, no one seemed to wonder why people trying to coordinate protests in Iran would be writing in any language other than Farsi.”

These events in the early sixties became a civil-rights war that engulfed the South for the rest of the decade—and it happened without e-mail, texting, Facebook, or Twitter.

about ten percent can access the official government-controlled ’ne

much of the rest of the world barely notices when the cable is down,

But skeptics point out that the crowds in Cairo’s Tahrir Square continued to grow during the five days that the Mubarak government shut down the internet;

"Yup," said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts.

THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal.

melodious old soak

the liquid drunken notes float off and above the town

lock-in

he mutter in the store had grown into a baby roar

cracker

oe’s

oe’s

Maya Angelou

To West, his struggle was at root one against skepticism and prejudice.

“God’s little practical joke on me—as an intellect who doesn’t like to read a lot—is like, I’ll say some superphilosophical shit, but I’ll say it the wrong way,”