tacked to the bulletin board in the office I took over was a single page titled “Words We Don’t Say.” It contained, as you might surmise, words and phrases that Kurt found annoying and didn’t want used in his magazine.
I’ve been singing this all day.
While Green was in the ocean, Wallace would routinely stand on the shore, yelling anecdotal statistics about shark attacks at her.
Microsoft soon regretted the terms of the deal; PowerPoint workers became known for a troublesome independence of spirit (and for rewarding themselves, now and then, with beautifully staged parties—caviar, string quartets, Renaissance-period fancy dress).
The only disorderly conduct the jury found was that of the TSA officers.
‘It’s lonely here,’ Martin says, as a single tear drips from his right eye.
“Hello, My name is Stanley with DecorMyEyes.com,” the post began. “I just wanted to let you guys know that the more replies you people post, the more business and the more hits and sales I get. My goal is NEGATIVE advertisement.”
It’s all part of a sales strategy, he said. Online chatter about DecorMyEyes, even furious online chatter, pushed the site higher in Google search results, which led to greater sales. He closed with a sardonic expression of gratitude: “I never had the amount of traffic I have now since my 1st complaint. I am in heaven.”
This whole article is a doozy.
When I pointed to each of the healed-up gashes on his fists and asked what they were from, he replied, “Teeth. Teeth. These are all from teeth.” He charges $1,000 for every one that he knocks out of a person’s head. It’s the same price for each bone he breaks in a face, a practice that’s cost him a couple of knuckles.
Slate ran a contest to reinvent the American classroom. Greg Stack and Natalia Nesmeainova won with their “Fifth Grade Exploration Studio.” If features an outdoor story circle, a “teacher base” and crops:
When asked by the judge in a Cleveland, Ohio, courtroom if any of the prospective jurors knew anyone who committed any crimes, Backderf raised his hand and said, “I had a close friend in high school who killed 17 people.” Backderf was friends with serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer in high school.
Most type designers are understandably proud of their work. But Cobden-Sanderson, the maker of the beautiful Doves type, was so taken by it, and so keen that his former business partner shouldn’t use it after his death, that he resolved to drown every letter in the Thames. In 1916 he began loading up his bicycle under cover of darkness and throwing his font under Hammersmith bridge. He made more than 100 separate trips, a large undertaking for a man of 76. And much of it still remains in its watery grave, forming itself into such words as the tide dictates.
and which are you?
tastes like chicken:
Based on the evolutionary tree, we might speculate that T. rex tasted more like poultry than, say, beef or pork.
McDonald’s is currently trying to convince people that its burgers can, in fact, grow mold. This is considered a selling point, at least in the modern world.
Write your own academic sentence, courtesy of the University of Chicago Writing Program.
Their sentence of the week is also pretty great.
(via David Michael)