112 results for 'traffic'
...the black grit cool around him, and there he'd be, for you to pass over on your way to school or the deli, until one day, you aren't there anymore, you've moved on, something you kept him from ever doing.One day, a woman with cropped hair and real cowboy boots is standing there, dodging traffic, taking a photo of your offering, a thousand thoughts floating in her head as to how that cowboy ended up as part of a street in Brooklyn.Yes, I was pleased to see him still there, still bright yellow, still holding his own.You see, I used to love my plastic cowboys.They came in packages... (more)
...that each hemisphere has specialized to perform certain types of skills. The left hemisphere handles language, math, and logical tasks. The right is specialized for spatial abilities, creativity, and imagery. The imagination. Dividing the two sides, running through the middle like a neural traffic cop, is the corpus callosum: a highway of white matter that transmits signals from one side to the other.
It’s a marvel of evolution, and yet not altogether surprising, considering the symmetry of the human animal. Our bodies have left and right sides—two arms and legs... (more)
... required to effectively consume a banana – and we live a world of people who are just content to eat it with the peel still on. As if it were a surface lot, drivers insist on driving and stopping in these structures, and stalking “ideal” spots; all the while holding up the traffic behind them. Why is it always the people who are looking for a spot where they won’t have to walk are the ones most in need of a little exercise? Failure to obey this posted restriction would result in being forced to park a minimum of one half mile from anyplace you were trying to go ... (more)
... your brother!” was one of the first concepts I remember not understanding well enough that I spent a considerable amount of time sitting in a closet thinking about what I did. Most of us stop hitting our siblings and stop wanting to use our cars as extensions of our fists during rush hour traffic at an appropriate age.
There are notable exceptions: The troubled: Columbine. The famished: Jeffery Dahmer. The astrological: The Zodiac Killer.
We tend to think of these incidents and people as societal aberrations. It is so difficult to understand these monstrous acts that... (more)
... to the top of the Empire State Building, I make sure I hold all their stuff and mine since I won’t be going up with them. Listen, it didn’t turn out so well for King Kong, so why push the envelope?
Now, don’t get me wrong…I have and will get on a plane. Of course, I also am so stiff I look like Rigor Must Be Mortis. Others have tried to convince me that it’s safer in a plane than a car. Well that may work if the plane were equipped with side airbags for all passengers, as well as a horn to warn oncoming traffic that we’re heading the wrong way, but alas! It isn’t so!(more)
... found myself throwing Euro…last July.
The booty-pinching and hairy armpits that shocked the naïve ten years ago have been replaced with smell. Perhaps with the Pope at the Sydney youth rally, the incense had been locked away; this city could use more incense. The dizzying traffic exhaust combined with Metro body odor creates a daily spring of stench where I once grew hair. Oh, did I mention the cigarettes? Now banned from public transport and indoor restaurants, locals try to refrain. The cartons are printed with SMOKING KILLS in letters larger than the brand (catchy). ... (more)
...is in a serious condition and the jaws of life were used to extract him from the wreckage, it is said that he is not facing anything life threatening. His female passenger is said to have suffered minor injuries,” said the radio reporter.
Greatly relieved, I pulled out into the traffic and continued on my way to work. Morgan Freeman is not my father. But he reminds me – in a disturbingly vivid way - of my father. At fourteen years of age when I first laid eyes on him “Driving Miss Daisy”, I was instantly struck with affection for him. This affection has... (more)
...her that I'm twenty nine and I don't know the proper age for not having bad eyes and is this what she wants to talk about the minute she arrives in New York? In the taxi she says, "Lord above, look at all those motor cars. The roads are packed." I say, "You should have seen it an hour ago, traffic was even worse". She says she doesn't see how it could be worse. I am trying to be patient and I'm telling her that it was worse. She won't give up and I won't though I'm looking at the pettiness of the two of us and wondering why I'm arguing instead of celebrating the arrival of my mother ... (more)
...its potential hockey rink (in Texas?) down to its old brick roadway that surrounds the old Courthouse where new plays are performed. I love that my city is big enough to attract business, hotels, bars, and a graduate program; yet small enough to boast quiet nights (away from the bars), minimal traffic, and only two starbucks. But alas, I am wary of the day when my lovable, effervescentwonderland will indeed turn into just another form of the stodgy, abominateconcrete jungle that is the DFW Metroplex.
I was not raised in McKinney, TX. I did not even attend High School in McKinney,... (more)
...to find out, but I can tell you that there is a level of peace that comes from being in the kitchen for hours and you are never gonna feel it if all your meals come from a box.
The sad fact is that most people eat out these days, especially in California. With three hours a day stuck in traffic, long hours at work, and addictive reality shows, who really has the time to cook. Every street has at least two fast food joints, coffee shops that offer quick snacks, and supermarkets catering to dinner in a bag with aisles that are stocked with ready to heat and eat meals. Who has time to... (more)