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the blizzard of 1977 was basically buffalo getting attacked by snow that was already on the ground. lake erie had frozen over with a huge layer of powdery snow on top, then violent winds picked it up and blasted it into the city, creating near zero visibility and drifts over 20 feet high in some places. one of those rare disasters where the sky wasn’t even responsible for most of the snow. image
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we have seen so many great brazilian players that he looks almost talentless by comparison.

some of the things he pulls off feel more like luck than skill, and his unusual physicality makes certain movements look more impressive than they really are. beyond that, there is very little elegance or football intelligence in his game.

he is simply very good at marketing himself.

you never meet anyone by accident. as jung said, there are no coincidences, only resonance.

the soul is like an invisible radio transmitter, constantly sending out signals. whatever frequency you vibrate at, you attract people who exist on that same frequency.

everyone who enters your life carries some kind of meaning. some brighten your day like a warm cup of coffee arriving at your door in the quiet of the morning. some irritate you like a nail driven into your skin, yet teach you how to remain standing. some pass by like silent shadows, barely noticed, only to spark a sudden realization in the middle of the night. others arrive like a bursting balloon, shaking you deeply but never leaving before awakening your strength.

years later, you realize that every lesson was the flower of a seed planted in your soul long ago.

there are no coincidences. every encounter is a perfect resonance between your frequency and the silent comedy, drama, and melody of the universe.

even though i have gemini pro, this is still the first place i ask.

what do you really want?

a narcissistic diva who's decided to bring chaos to philadelphia.

condolences, philly.

what doesn't kill you, more often than not, makes you wish it had. and only rarely does it make you stronger.

that's me. if i were going to write three days later or wait for a reply, i'd send a letter.

right now if he wanted to, he could remove the president of argentina from office.

one of those rare works that can descend into the dark corridors of human psychology gracefully yet just as mercilessly. it confronts you with the truths that there's no state of pure goodness or sheer evil in life, and that nothing is what it seems. the writer built such a universe that he didn't write a lead, a hero, or a villain to be hated; he created flawed but real characters who come together like the petals of a lotus flower, wrestling with their weaknesses and complexes. even five-star luxury resorts, spectacular views, and privileges aren't enough to hide the unresolved emotional wounds, the power intoxication, and the class conflicts inside people. the spiritual quests and the wellness craze in the show especially make for a nice critique of the system. the characters think they can quickly buy calm and purification; when in reality peace comes from being able to sit with the feeling of discomfort itself. in the second season, the philosophical anecdote where the buddhist monk likens the realm of existence to a giant ocean and human consciousness to a water droplet that leaps up from the ocean and, when it dies, merges back into the whole and is freed from pain, summed up the show's existential depth. the show beautifully handles the rottenness lying behind money and those perfect vacation masks, the fact that no one is entirely innocent, and the fact that in real life justice doesn't always prevail.
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tanya... the fact that the dress she wore in the final scene was the same as the dress of the woman gunned down in the godfather diorama was a tremendous clue to her heading toward death. the ethan and harper couple saving their marriage by turning into cameron and daphne, the very people they were secretly disgusted by for their snobbery, was a tremendous irony too.
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it's a condition where the feeling of hunger arises as a result of an emotional trigger like sadness, stress, loneliness, boredom, or anxiety, rather than a physical need. in this process, a person uses food as a coping mechanism to soothe their emotional emptiness or the difficulties they're going through. someone whose life plays out in a narrow space, who doesn't have many pursuits and doesn't have the strength either, when there are problems they need to solve and those problems "peak," turns to food for relief. putting off problems can lead to this too.

the situation the public, unaccustomed to rules being enforced, is reacting to. a rule is a rule. it should apply to everyone. what needed to be done was done.

it happened the moment i laid eyes on her.. on my very first day at work, no less.. then for a while it didn't seem all that possible, but maybe in keeping with the saying that when you want something badly enough it happens, events and circumstances suddenly fell into place. however it happened, it happened, and she fell for me too. next thing we knew, the impossible had become possible. from that day on i never got her out of my head, i never put anyone ahead of her, i never looked at another woman the way i looked at her, couldn't look at one that way. and to be fair, she feels the same things for me too. we're not two people working at the same place anymore, but in the same home, with our little girl, sometimes cheerful, sometimes wistful, sometimes hugging, sometimes arguing, but never being disrespectful, and even when we get hurt with each other now and then, we go on living, knowing how to make it up to one another.

the match where i'm hoping norway, who fielded a rotated squad against france and served up a totally one-sided game, gets thrashed and knocked out.

the photos taken with this are okay. but watching the videos taken with it is pure torture. the idea of filming the surroundings from inside the car is, yes, fantastic, but it shakes and moves around so much that it seriously causes nausea.