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Dominic Calvert-Lewin must have known his game was over as soon Chris Kavanagh signaled he was going over to the pitchside monitor during Everton’s FA Cup encounter with Crystal Palace at Selhurst Park. Having initially deemed Calvert-Lewin’s challenge on Nathaniel Clyne to not even be worthy of a foul, Kavanagh had been convinced by VAR Craig Pawson, who was under the watchful eye of the newly implemented SVAR (support VAR), which in this case was Michael Salisbury.

Trigger warning: Dystopia, Waste land is like “touchings” before GY!BE’s apocalyptic vision and sensorium of melancholic fire. But this melancholy, this clarity of prophetic vision, with the paint peeling off to reveal centuries of phantasmagorical fresco work, always forming something new, something filled with the beauty of terror, of seeing something true, real and livid with potency, for the very first time. I’m just going to share a few youtube comments before the words of the original, and a link to the full audio on youtube.

As I see it, there are two schools of thought on whether I, as an author, should write negative reviews of other authors’ books: I shouldn’t write negative reviews, because every time I do, I’m burning potential bridges. I should absolutely write negative reviews, because people love to read mean-girl takedowns. But of course both of those schools of thought are incorrect. The correct answer is that I shouldn’t waste my time on book reviews at all, because nobody actually reads books, and even fewer people read book reviews, and if I want people to actually read this blog, I should just fill it with a bunch of culture war bullshit.

Whats an exercise you can do that has the same benefits to a deadlift? I hurt my back deadlifting a few years ago, it has not been the same since" One of the biggest changes to popular fitness culture the last 20 years has been the inclusion of deadlifts as a mandatory exercise that MUST be done. Specifically HEAVY deadlifts, deadlifting for less than 5 reps. If you research training literature from the 1950s-1990s, the deadlift is simply another exercise to perform, without exalted status.

The similarities between Amazon’s Deadloch and HBO’s True Detective: Night Country are astonishing. Both feature two female lead detectives solving crimes involving the homicides of multiple men. Both feature LGBTQ characters—though there are far more in Deadloch—and both deal with injustices surrounding indigenous communities (in Tasmania and Alaska respectively). And both, oddly enough, feature missing tongues. The really big, important difference between the two is that Deadloch is a fantastic mystery with a compelling story and a truly wonderful cast of characters, with a whodunit story that keeps you guessing right up to its brilliant and unexpected conclusion.

We met in a school for girls, saddened by our hysterical siblings, abusive fathers, callous mothers, absent wealth, tucked behind a humid thicket of trees, learning to endure bad feelings. The only way to survive was to choose a buddy. Through a glass half-empty we see Maha Tiimob, smiling with a million teeth, tossing over her shoulder strong braids that she learned over 7 years. Her gnawed fingers; pale in our tired eyes; concealed by the public meltdowns, with an ignored shudder of each other’s cracks; we spiraled and suffered in reprieve.

Steven Hale is one of the finest journalists here in Nashville. I mean, he’s one of the finest journalists in the country. He just happens to live and cover Nashville. (Disclosure: He’s also a friend.) He now works for the new publication the Nashville Banner, but for many years he wrote for our local alt weekly, the Scene. Like many red states, Tennessee has in recent years throttled up its machinery of death.

A young graduate (Seo In-guk) doing it very tough in the existential scramble for jobs has come to the end of his tether. After several years of juggling part-time jobs and not achieving that holy grail — a corporate position at Taekang Group — he concludes that his life has been an absolute failure. From the top of a high rise, he takes the plunge, ends his life, leaving behind a loving single mother and his longtime ex-girlfriend.

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