From the category archives:
the real marvel of the past 50 years in Cuba — the steady stream of heroic nonconformists who have risked all in their aspiration to think, speak and act freely — remains the untold epic of our time. — Wall Street Journal, Mary Anastasia O’Grady
If the relentless bobbing of the Cuban cork within the confines [...]
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* Canadian slang: mentally unbalanced as a result of prolonged residence in a sparsely inhabited region.
There was a bike parked by the ATM, and when I walked inside an old-timer in a well-used riding jacket was in front of me. After he left I picked up my cash and walked back outside, hoping to catch [...]
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It was a Saturday and I was stopped in Grand Forks taking a break. Heat and distance had tired me out, so I was sitting in the shade at a gas’n’go drinking some water to rehydrate.
Another hundred and a half and I’d be home.
I watched her pull up to the air pump in front of [...]
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It is now official.
According to Mario Dumont, leader of an opposition party, the language spoken in France is merely a dialect and not an “official” language in the Province of Quebec because
his children were unable to understand the Parisian dialect used in the French version of Shrek the Third. — globeandmail.com
Unfortunately for M. Dumont, the [...]
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She was hired to sell biker clothing, and she was good at it. Prior to that she was somewhere down the hill, at a discount mall on the way to L.A.
I don’t remember exactly when I started paying attention to her, but I first noticed her for her saucy walk. It wasn’t overtly sexual — [...]
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I was fortunate enough to show up at a derby demo earlier today, and I was impressed. Those girls are something else to see.
If you’ve ever watched a derby girl close-up doing her thing, you’ll fall instantly in love. Who else could be graceful, tough, agile and quick — not to mention good-looking — [...]
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It was released fifty years ago, but Jack Kerouac had been paying his dues for a long time before that. I discovered On the Road on a library shelf when I was 12 or 13. I remember reading the first page there in the library — and I was transfixed; then taking it up to [...]
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It was back in ‘96 and I was nursing a beer on a slow, dark Wednesday night in the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar when she walked in and saddled up beside me. She told me that she had been outside on the river all day, and was exhausted from the effort. I mentioned that I [...]
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