Too distracted by the delights of Staples box seats to concentrate on game.
charlene.
A swan in a Chinese zoo feeds its fish friends every day to the amazement of visitors.
The swan picks up the feed and takes it to the mouths of the waiting fish, reports Southern City Papers.
“They became close friends after three years of playing together,” say staff at Safari Park in Shenzhen City.
“Every time I come to feed the swan, all the fish follow him to the bank, with mouths open. And he takes the food and puts some into each of the hungry mouths,” says the feeder.
“When everyone has eaten enough, the swan goes back onto the water and plays with his fish friends again.”
We knew the pain of winter wind rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played basketball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or tell each other how pretty we were. We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
I was intrigued by this song for a very small part of my childhood. It doesn’t make any sense … the alternating clothing colors, the bilingual verse switch-off, the pulsating Euro trance in the background. Somehow, this obscure British group managed to stow away in my memories along with more deserving boy band passengers—Backstreet Boys, ‘N Sync, Westlife, 98 Degrees, LFO, BBMak et al.
“Gettin’ Cool!” with my preferred Saturday night soda pop.
Looking for a beach read? At Bondi, you can borrow one from the vast library for free (or donation).
Edited to Add: Bondi’s in Sydney, lest you not be aware of that small fact!
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Mike Henry and his Infominutes are some of my favorite things.
Happy 108th Birthday, Charles Lindbergh!
A very merry birthday to my favorite aviator. (Nazi sympathizing tendencies notwithstanding.)
You know, just in case.
(I personally wouldn’t even bother—meeting Jon Stewart would render me completely intimidated and useless.)
