Tampa Quotes

I found that sometimes it was a relief to do something unattractive in private, to confirm that I’m deeply flawed when so many others imagine me to be perfect. People are often startled by my handwriting; because I’m pretty, they assume everything I do is pretty. It’s odd to them that I write like I have a hook for an arm, just as Ford would be startled to learn I have a hook for a heart.

His eyes took in the details of my body with a conflicted gaze that I knew well: even having seen all the facts of the case, he still wanted me. He wanted me despite knowing what that meant about him.

There was something repulsive (and revealing) about talking on a cell phone while handling garbage. Why did anyone pretend human relationships had value?

My attorney rubbed his hand across his mustache and the corners of his lips several times, as though the allegation was a piece of cake he’d just eaten that had deposited crumbs all over his mouth.

He seemed to understand that resolution didn’t need to have anything to do with truth, and to choose a sense of harmony over insight every time. I

Like most pronounced flaws, it did not live in isolation.

...occasionally some of the mothers did see fit to bring their young children along to practice the valuable life skill of standing on the side of the road with indignation.

As a young man just beginning to publish some short fiction in the t&a magazines, I was fairly optimistic about my chances of getting published; I knew that I had some game, as the basketball players say these days, and I also felt that time was on my side; sooner or later the best-selling writers of the sixties and seventies would either die or go senile, making room for newcomers like me.

Despite being told he could step down, Jack stayed for a moment,crying, then looked over at me. It wasn't at all the look of hatred I'd expected. Instead it was a look of mutual knowledge, Jack conveying to me his new understanding that the world could be a terrible place. His eyes said that no one at all was looking out for him or able to fix this essential flaw in life's fabric; my eyes stared back and told him that he was right.

Sex struck me as a seafood with the shortest imaginable shelf life needing to be peeled and eaten the moment the urge ripened.

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The numbers could never be as favorable as they were right now, when his naiveté would be subtracted from my expertise to produce the largest sum of astonishment possible.

„Kartais sergančiojo egzistencija tampa gal net vertesnė už įprastą sveikojo rutiną, nes staiga atsiradęs suvokimas, kad kiekviena diena yra didžiausia dovana, kokią tik įmanoma gauti, nuo buvimo pasaulyje nulupa daugybę nereikšmingų smulkmenų, kvailų įsitikinimų ir beprasmių įsipareigojimų.

If you go to Singapore or Amsterdam or Seoul or Buenos Aires or Islamabad or Johannesburg or Tampa or Istanbul or Kyoto, you'll find that the people differ wildly in the way they dress, in their marriage customs, in the holidays they observe, in their religious rituals, and so on, but they all expect the food to be under lock and key. It's all owned, and if you want some, you'll have to buy it.

Baseball really is a glorified game of throw and catch. And if you don’t have guys who throw it really well, you can’t compete for long.

Tikrenybėje tėra tikrai dabartis. Kas praėjo — tas jau tampa sapnu.

Tampa Bay, like any other expansion team, toiled and persevered in its infancy—but today, minus the Devil, the Rays have become one of the most exciting teams in baseball.

Nine equals eight … just ask any math teacher. Well, make that a Tampa-St. Pete area math teacher, one who also likes baseball, and is a diehard Rays fan, and who knows that Joe Maddon deserves more than just the 2008 Manager of the Year Award.

Vadinas, varomoji jėga yra ne individo sąžinė, o santykis, atsiradęs tarp jo ir kitų žmonių. Ne todėl blogai elgiamės, kad sunaikinome savyje Dievą, o todėl, kad Dievas ir net Šetonas tampa nesvarbūs, nes sankciją veiksmui suteikia kitas žmogus.

It’s hard to dismiss the obvious symmetry between Longo [Evan Longoria] and the franchise for which he’s now the poster-child: for the player, Hondo Junior College to MLB All-Star … for the team, worst to first.

Or perhaps he was skilled at foreshadowing. I’d imagine a pious avoidance of sin requires that.

Janet stood and began a wide navigation of turning one hundred and eighty degrees to enter her vehicle, her slow toddles calling to mind a sleepwalking badger. Her weak forearms often came alive to shoo away invisible hindrances, pawing the air with disgruntled choler. Before beginning the climb up the van’s two carpeted steps, the most athletic portion of her adieu, she unceremoniously dropped her cigarette butt to the ground without extinguishing it. I got the feeling she hoped it might roll beneath the vehicle’s gas tank and give her a true Viking burial.

This is Tez Jones,” I said. “He’s a police detective from Tampa.” “Oh, my,” said Martha, blinking up at him. “Is something wrong?” “Nope,” said Tez, grinning at her and offering a saucy wink. “I’m just the boyfriend.” “Well, then.” She sized him up, and nodded.“It’s about time Elizabeth found someone who deserved her.” “I worship at her dainty feet.

Du kartu gyvenime žmonės tampa neatskiriamai panašūs. Prieš mirtį senatvėje ir ką tik užgimę.

Visi nori trupučio skausmo ir pažeminimo, nes tuomet - pats didžiausias malonumas. Bet geriau, kai tokie dalykai lieka nuotykiu, o ne tampa gyvenimo būdu.

Cope? Adapt? Uh, no. These are military kids. They roll with it. I once asked a new student, 'See any familiar faces?' She pointed out various kids and replied, 'Seattle, Tampa, Okinawa, New Jersey.' For military dependents school is literally a non-stop revolving door of old and new friends.

And then came, perhaps, the biggest offseason move in franchise history … and no, we’re not talking about inviting Carlos Peña to camp or hiring Joe Maddon or appointing Andrew Friedman as Executive Vice President of Baseball Operations—those moves had already transpired. No, we’re talking about the really big move. After 2007 the Tampa Bay Devil Rays officially released the 'Devil' and emerged in 2008 as the Tampa Bay Rays.

Causava-me uma grande estranheza pensar que ela morrera e que já não estava entre nós. Decididamente, não conseguia aceitar essa realidade. Mesmo depois de ter ouvido o som dos pregos a serem cravados na tampa do seu caixão, não havia maneira de me habituar ao facto de ela ter regressado ao nada.

The screams echoing through Janet's class were hard to bear. She was attempting a lecture on the Treaty of Paris while Mrs. Pachenko walked between the rows of desks insisting upon calm, raising a finger to her lips and whispering to individual students to please sit all the way down in their desks. In the back of the of the room, several kids were cheering as one of them, a young man whose shirt bore a flaming skull, stood hunched atop his desk like a motocross biker, sliding it forward in small hops. Students appear enthusiastic and are communicating well together, I wrote on the evaluation form.

I won't tell," he said, his arms holding my waist with amateur stiffness. I smiled, thinking about the lover he'd become and all the things he'd try with me for the very first time. I'd be the sexual yardstick for his whole life: Jack would spend the rest of his days trying but failing to relive the experience of being given everything at a time when he knew nothing. Like a tollbooth in his memory, every partner he'd have afterwards would have to pass through the gate of my comparison, and it would be a losing equation. The numbers could never be as favorable as they were right now, when his naivety would be subtracted from my experience to produce the largest sum of astonishment possible.

Laikas - tai silpnutis mirties ekstraktas, kuris iš lėto skverbiasi į mus kaip nestiprus narkotikas. Iš pradžių jis gaivina, ir mes net pradedame tikėti, kad esame nemirtingi, bet lašas po lašo, diena po dienos jis tampa vienu lašu, viena diena stipresnis ir pavirsta rūgštimi, drumsčiančia ir nuodijančia mūsų kraują.

Kadaise žalia ir žydra mūsų planeta pamažu tampa iš betono ir plastiko nulietu prekybos centru.

Jeigu imame vertinti akimirką kaip dabarties duotybę, o ne perspektyvą, tada ir žmogus tampa vertingas toks, koks jis yra, o ne koks bus, kai išauginsime.

O seu espírito era como aquela cisterna, água doce e pura selada sob a tampa de ferro, mas não seguramente potável.

TAMPA- Controversial radio personality Bubba the Love Sponge Clem no longer can be heard on Tampa Bay's broadcast airwaves.

Kada policijos informatorius tampa išties patikimas? Kai atskleidžia sąmokslą. Tad reikia surengti sąmokslą, apie kurį galėtų pranešti.

Todo podía convertirse en un juego de insinuaciones sexuales para una mujer que conoce lo que está haciendo. Cualquier cosa. Incluso algo tan cotidiano como ordenar una bebida.

Jei tik galėtume numatyti begalinę pasekmių grandinę, susidarančią iš mūsų mažiausių veiksmų. Tačiau nežinome, kas nutiks, o kai tai įvyksta, žinojimas tampa nereikalingas.

Gasparilla is Tampa’s annual heritage festival, and Tampa’s heritage appears to be about alcohol.

Bernard Beanstoop III, otherwise known as Bernie the Bean, who was only the most famous and most expensive criminal defense lawyer in Tampa.

Eles me colocam em uma caixa, e toda vez que tento abrir a tampa, eles a fecham de volta. É como se nada em mim pudesse mudar.

O gato de Schröndinger é preso numa caixa com um mecanismo de morte acionado por um evento de mecânica quântica. Antes de abrirmos a tampa da caixa, não sabemos se o gato está vivo ou morto. O bom senso diz que, de qualquer jeito , o gato tem de estar ou vivo ou morto dentro da caixa. A interpretação de Copenhague contradiz o bom senso: tudo que existe antes de abrirmos a caixa é uma probabilidade. Assim que abrimos a caixa, a função de onda colapsa e ficamos com um evento isolado: o gato está morto ou o gato está vivo. Até que abramos a caixa, ele não estava nem morto nem vivo.

At dinner I began to sit with my legs clenched painfully together for fear that if I opened them even the slightest bit, it might unleash a shrill wail that would shatter the crystal wineglasses.

in 1955 the CIA released the whooping cough virus over Tampa, Florida without telling anyone, so they could see how quickly it would spread; they got their data, and twelve innocent civilians died.

You will go home and snort a small amount of the cocaine you keep in the Altoids tin in your pajama drawer. You will robotically fuck your husband until your box feels like a gaping wound. You will be so aggressive that he will be frightened, and his fear will keep you from being completely repulsed by him.

To understand how the disappearance of Daniel Westcott bewildered the people of Tampa Bay you would have to know that the city was much smaller then. More like a sleepy town, Tampa sprawled out and yawned along the edge of the Hillsborough River. This is the opening of the novel King Danel: Gasparilla King of the Pirates. If you would like to read a sample chapter please go to Amazon.com or download it on your Kindle or Nook.

Part of the post-apocalyptic, dystopian trend is that it seems to go hand in hand with young adult novels. Maybe that's because it's not simply the adults who are aware of the current crisis. Teens are the ones who are being told, again and again, that their futures are in jeopardy. The teen years can feel dystopian even in the best of times. But I don't think we realize how much pressure and feeling of doom we're passing down to our teens.

Darydamas kitam įtaka atiduodi savo sielą. Žmogus nebegalvoja savomis mintimis, savos aistros jo nebedegina. Jo dorybes jam nebetikros. Jo nuodemes skolintos. Jis tampa svetimos muzikos aidu, aktoriumi, vaidinančiu ne jam parašytą vaidmenį.

Pasaulis turėtų siekti teisybės ir teisingumo, bet visą dėmesį sutelkia į daiktus, po pusmečio jie tampa beverčiais ir vietoj jų perkami kiti, nes tik esant tokiai apyvartai pasaulio viršūnėse gali išsilaikyti menkystos, šiandien susirinkusieji Kanuose.

I smiled as our hands pressed against one another in midair, as though we were pretending to touch through invisible glass. We managed a long stare before Jack finally blushed, retracting his hands. “How old are you, Jack Patrick?” “I turned fourteen this summer,” he said. I gave an impressed nod, indicating this was no small accomplishment. “Well you’re certainly old enough to know what you like.” Principal Deegan’s first-day speech came back to mind; I had to bite my lip not to jokingly add in, Am I right? “Here, let me give you some examples. Do you like it when girls wear lipstick?” He blushed and nodded. “Yeah.” His voice had an embarrassed tone, like he’d just made a vile confession. “Good—do you like lighter lipstick? Darker lipstick? Red?” I wanted to grab his hand again. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to slide my fingers beneath the desk and touch the bare skin of his leg. “Um,” he said. His hand began to scratch at his scalp. “Wait,” I said. “I have an idea.” I walked up to my desk and grabbed my purse and a box of Kleenex. “So what I’m wearing now is called fuchsia. Kind of a bright pink.” I sat and wiped it off, then took the fuchsia tube of lipstick out of my purse along with two others. “Okay, ready?” He nodded with sudden animation—we were about to play a game.

The Marines were not even under McChrystal’s command at this point; they reported directly to Marine leadership at Central Command in Tampa, Florida. The problem of fractured command identified in the last Bush administration review remained almost a year later.8

[...]vaikystėje mus domina tiktai herojai. Vėliau įgyjame kitokios patirties, herojus keičia personažai, mąstytojai, kitaip sakant, visokio plauko hamletai. Jie kelia iš tiesų svarbias problemas, kartais įžvelgia dramatiškiausius pasaulio aspektus, tačiau vis rečiau kyla noras su jais tapatintis. Jie ne herojai. Mūsų santykis su literatūros tekstu sudėtingėja, tampa komplikuotas. Herojų era baigaisi, prasideda abejonių, pažinimo, analizės, pastangų suprasti periodas. Skaitai tekstą dažniausiai jau dėl visai kitų paskatų nei vaikystėje...

Atsisveikinimas - tai įsisąmoninimas, kad iš tikrųjų gyvenai, kad vis dar gyveni, nes kartais net per aštuoniasdešimt metų tam pritrūksta laiko. Tai - kiekvienos akimirkos pajautimas, tarsi minutės būtų rožinio kamuoliukai, kuriuos čiuopi pirštais ir kartoji: Ačiū už kiekvieną nuostabų mirksnį, kuris man skirtas. Per šias ilgas savo paties palydas Anapilin staiga pamatai begalę anksčiau nepastebėtų kasdienybės detalių: žėrinti dulkelytė nuo drugelio sparno tampa didesnė už juodu dangumi per amžius skriejančias planetas, o žvaigždės telpa delne, kad galėtum nuodugniai jas apžiūrėti. Žinoma, „drugeliai“ ir „žvaigždės“ yra ne tiek botanikos ar astronomijos vadovėlių objektai, o žmonės, jų jausmai, tarpusavio santykiai, buvimas drauge, skyriumi, vienulystė, ryšys su „mažaisiais broliais“ - gyvūnais, su stichijomis, su tuo, kas iš pažiūros negyva, su savimi, su Dievu.

Kai vaikas tampa jaunuoliu, o jaunuolis suaugusiu vyru, jie keičia savo drabužius, į labiau pritakintus jų ūgiui ir darbui. Tauta kaip žmogus auga ir rimtėja, o jos tikėjimas dievais - tai rūbai, kuriuos ji dėvi. Mūsų tauta buvo vaikas, bet atėjo laikas tapti jaunuoliu, ir todėl ji keičia dievus. Kai surimtės ir taps suaugusiu vyru, ji apleis naująjį dievą, kaip dėl jo apleido Perkūną. Bet vistiek, kaip ji pavadins naująjį dievą, kuriuo vardu šauksis jo, gerbs visuomet tą patį, didį, paslaptingą Praamžių, kuris gyvena ne ten, danguje, ir ne čia, ne ąžuolynuose mūsų, ne naujose šventovėse, bet žmogaus sieloje.

In our co-lecturing days, Flo Kennedy and I were sitting in the back of a taxi on the way to the Boston airport, discussing Flo’s book Abortion Rap. The driver, an old Irish woman, the only such cabbie I’ve ever seen, turned to us at a traffic light and said the immortal words, “Honey, if men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament!” Would she have wanted to own her words in public? I don’t know, but I so wish we had asked her name. When Flo and I told this taxi story at speeches, the driver’s sentence spread on T-shirts, political buttons, clinic walls, and protest banners from Washington to Vatican Square, from Ireland to Nigeria. By 2012, almost forty years after that taxi ride, the driver’s words were on a banner outside the Republican National Convention in Tampa, when the party nominated Mitt Romney for president of the United States on a platform that included criminalizing abortion. Neither Flo nor the taxi driver could have lived to see him lose—and yet they were there.

During the investigation, he tried a brief defense of his medical practice on the grounds that he had once assisted a vivisectionist in Tampa, Florida; and when this failed, he settled down to sullen grumbling about the Jews, earthly vanity, and quoted bits from Ecclesiastes, Alfonso Liguori, and Pope Pius IX, in answer to any accusatory question.

Oh my God—you’re a soulless pervert!

it’s nice, just for the present, to not have to do anything that repulses me other than live in squalor.

If there is one thing I want you to take away from my book it is this. I want you to imagine being in a situation where the future - the very existence - of your family forces you to make an impossible choice. You have to chose wether to stay in the life you know and face misery upon misery or leave and take a chance on the slightest sliver of unseen hope. What would you do?

Outside, a car drove by with its stereo jovially blaring; its vibrations shook the windows in Jack’s bedroom. I couldn’t help but feel like Buck’s death had made the whole world seem a bit younger.

The AWU had polled its own members and he knew the men and women of the union overwhelmingly supported Howard blocking the Tampa. That election proved a life lesson for Shorten: he saw the power of wedge politics. At the Press Club a few months later, he called on unions to act as a conservative check on the rank and file. Unions represent 2 million workers and who, he asked, do Labor’s branches represent?

Vyras turi susirasti gerą moterį, o kai susiranda - laimėti jos meilę. Paskui jis turi pelnyti jos pagarbą. Tada puoselėti pasitikėjimą. O paskui jis turi taip daryti, kol juodu gyvi. Kol abu miršta. Štai kas yra prasmė. Tai svarbiausias dalykas pasaulyje. Štai kas yra vyras, jar. Vyras tampa tikru vyru, kai laimi geros moters meilę, pelno jos pagarbą ir nepraranda jos pasitikėjimo. Kol to nepadarei, nesi vyras.

voracious reader, and it dawned on her that a corporate job in Tampa or Jacksonville was not, in fact, the be-all and end-all. Something lay beyond that point. Florence had haunted the library, desperate for glimpses of lives unlike her own. She had a penchant for stories about glamorous, doomed women like Anna Karenina and Isabel Archer. Soon, however, her fascination shifted from the women in the stories to the women who wrote them. She devoured the diaries of Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolf, who were far more glamorous and doomed than any of their characters. But without a doubt, Florence’s Bible was Slouching Towards Bethlehem. Admittedly, she spent more time scrolling through photos of Joan Didion in her sunglasses and Corvette Stingray than actually reading her, but the lesson stuck. All she had to do was become a writer, and her alienation would magically transform into evidence of brilliance rather than a source of shame. When she looked into the future, she saw herself at a beautiful desk next to a window, typing her next great book. She could never quite see the words on the screen, but she knew they were brilliant and would prove once and for all that she was special. Everyone would know the name Florence Darrow. And who’d trade that for a condo?

– Mi ami? – chiese. Dopo che la domanda non ebbe ottenuto risposta, cominciò a cercare un premio di consolazione. – C’è una parte di te che mi ha mai amato? – Non mi dava fastidio la rabbia, ma la sua espressione stava diventando offensiva e mi dava il voltastomaco. La sua pena sembrava cosí intima, privata e unica, non diversa da un escremento, qualcosa con cui avere a che fare da soli. Ma lui era lí che me la scodellava davanti e me la faceva annusare.

Ji apsuko ir lėtai grįžo atgal, tuo pačiu keliu. Jai nebebuvo nei vėjo, nei nakties, nei jūros. Ji ėjo žinodama kur. Tai buvo viskas. Nuostabus jausmas. Kai likimas pagaliau atsiveria, tampa aiškiu taku, nedviprasmišku pėdsaku, tikra kryptimi. Nesibaigiantis suartėjimo laikas. Tas jungimasis. Norėtųsi, kad jis niekada nesibaigtų. Atsidavimas likimui. Tai yra jausmas. Be dvejonių, be melo. Žinoti kur. Ir pasiekti. Likimą, kad ir koks jis būtų. Ji ėjo - ir tai buvo gražiausia, ką kada nors buvo dariusi.

Had Clayton ever been alone? In the house on that dead-end street in Tampa, his brothers and sisters were ever on top of him, all of them crammed into the three rooms of the rickety shotgun. Then Nickel with its communal debasements. He wasn’t accustomed to so much time with the knocking of his thoughts, which rattled around his skull like dice. He hadn’t thought of a future beyond a reunion with his family. On the third day, he concocted a scenario—a couple of years as a cook, then saving up for his own restaurant.

No, Schale explained, Trump’s numbers weren’t just big, they were unreal. In rural Polk County, smack-dab in the center of the state, Hillary would collect 3,000 more votes than Obama did in 2012—but Trump would add more than 25,000 votes to Mitt Romney’s total. In Pasco County, a swath of suburbs north of Tampa–St. Petersburg, Trump outran Romney by 30,000 votes. Pasco was one of the counties Schale was paying special attention to because the Tampa area tended to attract retirees from the Rust Belt—folks whose political leanings reflected those of hometowns in the industrial Midwest. In

Pirmoji ekonomikos viešpatavimo socialiniame gyve- nime fazė į bet kokios žmogaus veiklos apibrėžtį įnešė aki- vaizdų nuopuolį, nurodantį perėjimą iš būti į turėti. Dabartinė fazė, nusakanti visišką socialinio gyvenimo užgrobimą remian- tis ekonomikos pasiekimais, stumia į visuotinę kaitą nuo turėti į atrodyti, iš kurios bet koks veiksmingas „turėti“ privalo būti išreikštas visuotiniu prestižu ir aukščiausiomis pareigomis. Tuo pačiu metu bet kokia asmeninė tikrovė tampa socialine, tiesiogiai priklausančia nuo visuomeninės valdžios, kurią ji ir suformavo. Vien dėl to, kad jos nėra, jai leista pasirodyti.

Pastebėjau, kad didžiausios abejonės (už jas jau tapau pasmerkta, pasmerkta, pasmerkta 100 000 metų pragaruose) mane visada apima tuomet, kai esu pasiekusi ar bent jau bepasiekianti išsvajotą ramybę. Bet ar tikrai išsvajotą ramybę, o gal tik kokį vis subtilesnės ir subtilesnės saviapgaulės lygmenį?! Alanas Wattsas, buvęs anglikonų kunigas, vėliau tapęs vienu poetiškiausių dzenbudizmo skelbėjų Vakaruose, dažnai pateikdavo parabolę apie Mėnulį ir pirštą. Mėnulis jo prilyginamas tai Didžiajai Neįmenamybei, kuri vadinama Absoliutu, Dievu, Demiurgu, Viso, kas Esti, Esme, Šunjata, Vaiskiąja šviesa, Budos prigimtimi ir dar daugybe šventų, transcendentinių dalykų, į kuriuos rodo pirštas – bet kuri religinė doktrina. Parabolės moralas yra tas, kad dažniausiai rodantis pirštas yra supainiojamas su Mėnuliu arba net Juo palaikomas. Žmonės tik tą pirštą temato, į jį įsikimba, jį čiulpia jausdamiesi teisūs, ramūs ir saugūs. O Mėnulis šviečia kaip švietęs, bet į Jį jau niekas nė akių nebepakelia. Tik kartais beveik kiekvienas iš mūsų vis dėlto žvilgteli dangun ir Mėnulį išvysta. Ir apimta jį nuostaba, tikrų tikriausias apstulbimas, kaip galėjo to šviesulio nepastebėti anksčiau. Pirštas ištirpsta visa persmelkiančiame švytėjime, nes, pasak A. Wattso, religinė doktrina išnyksta, kai ji tampa tikrai reali ir veiksminga. Tą akimirką Mėnulį regėdamas žmogus staiga pamato visas savo paties sielos ir Visatos paslaptis. Atrodo, kad jis daugiau niekada nepamirš absoliutaus, lyg žaibas trenkusio aiškumo. Bet… dar po poros akimirkų visagalis žinojimas išsisklaido, pradingsta, lieka tik nenumalšinamas ilgesys.

Tūkstantrankė Kanona turi tūkstantį rankų ant vienintelio kūno. Jei jos mąstymas apsiribotų ties viena lanką laikančia ranka, kitos devyni šimtai devyniasdešimt devynios liktų bevertės. Tačiau jos gali tarnauti visos, nes mintis nėra pririšta prie vienos, tad ir visos rankos yra naudingos. O kam Kanonai reikia tūkstančio rankų, priaugusių prie vieno kūno - Tai skirta parodyti, jog jei žmonės leis nepajudinamai išminčiai atsiskleisti, tai net kūnas, turintis tūkstantį rankų, gebės jomis pasinaudoti. Jei žiūrėdamas į medį matytum tik vieną iš jo raudonų lapų, nepastebėtum kitų. Kai akis nenukreipta nė į vieną iš lapų, o tu stebi medį apie nieką negalvodamas, bet koks kiekis lapų tampa matomas be ribų. Bet jei kuris nors vienas lapas prikausto žvilgsnį, atrodo, jog kitų lapų tiesiog nėra. Tam, kuris suprato, nėra skirtumo tarp medžio ir tūkstantrankės bei tūkstantakės Kanonos.

This book is fiction and all the characters are my own, but it was inspired by the story of the Dozier School for Boys in Marianna, Florida. I first heard of the place in the summer of 2014 and discovered Ben Montgomery’s exhaustive reporting in the Tampa Bay Times. Check out the newspaper’s archive for a firsthand look. Mr. Montgomery’s articles led me to Dr. Erin Kimmerle and her archaeology students at the University of South Florida. Their forensic studies of the grave sites were invaluable and are collected in their Report on the Investigation into the Deaths and Burials at the Former Arthur G. Dozier School for Boys in Marianna, Florida. It is available at the university’s website. When Elwood reads the school pamphlet in the infirmary, I quote from their report on the school’s day-to-day functions. Officialwhitehouseboys.org is the website of Dozier survivors, and you can go there for the stories of former students in their own words. I quote White House Boy Jack Townsley in chapter four, when Spencer is describing his attitude toward discipline. Roger Dean Kiser’s memoir, The White House Boys: An American Tragedy, and Robin Gaby Fisher’s The Boys of the Dark: A Story of Betrayal and Redemption in the Deep South (written with Michael O’McCarthy and Robert W. Straley) are excellent accounts. Nathaniel Penn’s GQ article “Buried Alive: Stories From Inside Solitary Confinement” contains an interview with an inmate named Danny Johnson in which he says, “The worst thing that’s ever happened to me in solitary confinement happens to me every day. It’s when I wake up.” Mr. Johnson spent twenty-seven years in solitary confinement; I have recast that quote in chapter sixteen. Former prison warden Tom Murton wrote about the Arkansas prison system in his book with Joe Hyams called Accomplices to the Crime: The Arkansas Prison Scandal. It provides a ground’s-eye view of prison corruption and was the basis of the movie Brubaker, which you should see if you haven’t. Julianne Hare’s Historic Frenchtown: Heart and Heritage in Tallahassee is a wonderful history of that African-American community over the years. I quote the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. a bunch; it was energizing to hear his voice in my head. Elwood cites his “Speech Before the Youth March for Integrated Schools” (1959); the 1962 LP Martin Luther King at Zion Hill, specifically the “Fun Town” section; his “Letter from Birmingham Jail”; and his 1962 speech at Cornell College. The “Negroes are Americans” James Baldwin quote is from “Many Thousands Gone” in Notes of a Native Son. I was trying to see what was on TV on July 3, 1975. The New York Times archive has the TV listings for that night, and I found a good nugget.

Iš tūkstančio gal šimtas mąsto taip, kad verti žmogaus vardo.Iš to šimto gal vienas iš tikrųjų tiki, o dešimt visą gyvenimą abejoja, bet tai irgi tikėjimo požymis, nors kol kas tu šito gal nesupranti. Keli silpnuoliai puola į burtus ir slaptuosius mokslus, nes patys save apgaudinėja. Bet visi kiti – taip, jie pasirenka įprastą dalią ir tyli. Bažnyčia jiems tampa įpročiu, kurio laikosi dėl tvarkos, ir, jei praradę tikėjimą, jie dar ką nors mąsto, tai gal mąsto, kad pasilikę Bažnyčioje, nieko nepraras, o bėdos ištikti galbūt pelnys amžinąjį gyvenimą, jeigu išsipildys tai, kas neįtikimiausia, ir jeigu siela iš tiesų nemirtinga. Jie lošia tuščią žaidimą, nūsdami daug laimėti, bet manding, išloš tik tuščią nieką. Taigi. Apie tai niekas nekalba. Bet apsižvalgyk aplinkui. Ta pati tuštybė. Krikščionybė pavargus ir praradus tikėjimą. Užtat draskosi karuose ir sekinasi disputuose, kurie jau niekur nenuves, nes nebėra tikėjimo.

Iš tūkstančio gal šimtas mąsto taip, kad verti žmogaus vardo. Iš to šimto gal vienas iš tikrųjų tiki, o dešimt visą gyvenimą abejoja, bet tai irgi tikėjimo požymis, nors kol kas tu šito gal nesupranti. Keli silpnuoliai puola į burtus ir slaptuosius mokslus, nes patys save apgaudinėja. Bet visi kiti – taip, jie pasirenka įprastą dalią ir tyli. Bažnyčia jiems tampa įpročiu, kurio laikosi dėl tvarkos, ir, jei praradę tikėjimą, jie dar ką nors mąsto, tai gal mąsto, kad pasilikę Bažnyčioje, nieko nepraras, o bėdos ištikti galbūt pelnys amžinąjį gyvenimą, jeigu išsipildys tai, kas neįtikimiausia, ir jeigu siela iš tiesų nemirtinga. Jie lošia tuščią žaidimą, nūsdami daug laimėti, bet manding, išloš tik tuščią nieką. Taigi. Apie tai niekas nekalba. Bet apsižvalgyk aplinkui. Ta pati tuštybė. Krikščionybė pavargus ir praradus tikėjimą. Užtat draskosi karuose ir sekinasi disputuose, kurie jau niekur nenuves, nes nebėra tikėjimo.

What about their family? How many boys you know here got family? Or got family that cares about them? Not everyone is you, Elwood. Turner got jealous when Elwood's grandmother visited and brought him snacks, and it slipped out from time to time. Like now. The blinders Elwood wore, walking around. The law was one thing-- you can march and wave signs around and change a law if you convinced enough white people. In Tampa, Turner saw the college kids with their nice shirts and ties sit in at Woolworths. He had to work, but they were out protesting. And it happened-- they opened the counter. Turner didn't have the money to eat there either way. You can change the law but you can't change people and the way they treat each other. Nickel was racist as h***--half the people who worked here probably dressed up like the Klan on the weekends--but the way Turner saw it, wickedness went deeper than skin color. It was Spencer. It was Spencer and it was Griff and it was all the parents who let their children wind up here. It was people. Which is why Turner brought Elwood out to the two trees. To show him something that wasn't in books.

Labai seniai Pasaulio Pagerbtasis nukeliavo į Snieguotuosius kalnus, ten jis kentėjo šešerius metus, o po to nušvito. (Pasaulio Pagerbtasis - vienas iš dešimties Budos Šakjamunio titulų. Snieguotieji kalnai yra Himalajai.) Tai buvo tikrojo aš nušvitimas. Paprastas žmogus neturi tikėjimo stiprybės ir nesuranda ištvermės net trejiems ar penkeriems metams. Bet tie, kurie gilinasi į kelią, yra pasirengę nors ir dešimčiai ar dvidešimčiai metų - po dvidešimt keturias valandas kasdien. Jie rodo didelę tikėjimo tvirtybę, kalbasi su išminčiais, nepaiso kančių ir nelaimių. Jie nė trupučio nekeičia savo nusistatymų, kaip tėvas, netekęs savo sūnaus. Jie mąsto giliai, dėliodami vieną pastebėjimą po kito. Galiausiai jie pasiekia vietą, kur net budizmas sutirpsta ir tampa įmanoma pamatyti tai. Pasitraukdamas į vietą, kurioje dangus ir žemė dar neatsiskyrę, o in ir jan dar nėra, aš greitai ir būtinai pasiekiu rezultatą. Vadinasi reikia nukreipti dėmesį į vietą, kuri buvo dar iki tol, kol dangus tapo dangumi, o žemė žeme, iki tol, kol atsirado in ir jan. Tai reiškia negalvoti ir nesamprotauti, bet žiūrėti tiesiai pirmyn. Tokiu būdu laikas, kai dideli darbai bus nuveikti, būtinai ateis.

POEM – MY AMAZING TRAVELS [My composition in my book Travel Memoirs with Pictures] My very first trip I still cannot believe Was planned and executed with such great ease. My father, an Inspector of Schools, was such a strict man, He gave in to my wishes when I told him of the plan. I got my first long vacation while working as a banker One of my co-workers wanted a travelling partner. She visited my father and discussed the matter Arrangements were made without any flutter. We travelled to New York, Toronto, London, and Germany, In each of those places, there was somebody, To guide and protect us and to take us wonderful places, It was a dream come true at our young ages. We even visited Holland, which was across the Border. To drive across from Germany was quite in order. Memories of great times continue to linger, I thank God for an understanding father. That trip in 1968 was the beginning of much more, I visited many countries afterward I am still in awe. Barbados, Tobago, St. Maarten, and Buffalo, Cirencester in the United Kingdom, Miami, and Orlando. I was accompanied by my husband on many trips. Sisters, nieces, children, grandchildren, and friends, travelled with me a bit. Puerto Rico, Los Angeles, New York, and Hialeah, Curacao, Caracas, Margarita, Virginia, and Anguilla. We sailed aboard the Creole Queen On the Mississippi in New Orleans We traversed the Rockies in Colorado And walked the streets in Cozumel, Mexico. We were thrilled to visit the Vatican in Rome, The Trevi Fountain and the Colosseum. To explore the countryside in Florence, And to sail on a Gondola in Venice. My fridge is decorated with magnets Souvenirs of all my visits London, Madrid, Bahamas, Coco Cay, Barcelona. And the Leaning Tower of Pisa How can I forget the Spanish Steps in Rome? Stratford upon Avon, where Shakespeare was born. CN Tower in Toronto so very high I thought the elevator would take me to the sky. Then there was El Poble and Toledo Noted for Spanish Gold We travelled on the Euro star. The scenery was beautiful to behold! I must not omit Cartagena in Columbia, Anaheim, Las Vegas, and Catalina, Key West, Tampa, Fort Lauderdale, and Pembroke Pines, Places I love to lime. Of course, I would like to make special mention, Of two exciting cruises with Royal Caribbean. Majesty of the Seas and Liberty of the Seas Two ships which grace the Seas. Last but not least and best of all We visited Paris in the fall. Cologne, Dusseldorf, and Berlin Amazing places, which made my head, spin. Copyright@BrendaMohammed

I don't respond. Instead, I chuck my shoes over the fence and start to climb. When I was twelve, I could climb fences pretty quick. Especially growing up in Tampa where we would hop fences to get to each other's yards. But I'm not even halfway up and i'm winded, my foot has slipped more than once, and I can only imagine what I look like from below. "Shit!" I yell as my toe misses the next opening. Nicole's laughter fills the air. "Stop laughing and start climbing!" "This is priceless," she laughs harder. "Wait. Let me get my camera!" "Nicole! We need to get out of here in case he comes looking for me." "Fine. Fine. Chicken shit." Her shoes fly over my head, and the entire fence shakes. "You owe me." "Stop moving!" I try not to laugh, but it's futile. This is hysterical. "I'm going to pee," tears fall from my eyes as I hold on. "I need a Go-Pro for the next time we go out." "I hate you," I say between giggles. She purposely rocks back, causing me to almost fall. "You only wish you did." "If I fall..." I warn as I sway and try to climb higher. "It'll be what you deserve for making me climb a freaking fence at one in the morning!" The amount of ways that I'm going to pay for this is unimaginable. My co-workers saw me being sung to on stage, I'm sure one of the guys from my squad caught me going backstage, I'm going to have scrapes from climbing a fence, and Nicole will never let me live this down. I reach the top, one leg swung over on one side and one still in Eli-land. And that's when I hear him. "You're just going to run out?" Eli's voice is filled with disbelief. "Just like that?

It could be that Michael Morgan’s death, if he was dead, had nothing to do with this breast implant business, but the chances of that were really slim. When the largest breast implant manufacturer went into bankruptcy a couple of years ago, I remembered reading in the Tampa Today Business Journal that several of the law firms in town had financed the costs of breast implant litigation. One of them was my former firm, some of my former partners having gone over to the “other side” representing women with implants

So that’s where to look for the bursts in the next real estate crash. It’ll come from those cities where foreign buyers and wealthy speculators have driven prices to the extremes, specifically Hong Kong, London, Singapore, Manhattan (as opposed to broader New York), Vancouver, San Francisco, and Sydney. On the flip side, the most affordable large cities in the United States are Atlanta, with valuations at 3.1 times income, Dallas at 3.7, Chicago at 3.8, and Tampa and Phoenix, both at 4.1. These are cities where everyday people can still (barely) afford houses.

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We never did lack for eager volunteers, but there was no one who could give them [Florida volunteers] clear-cut directions. Some work was duplicated while other chores were left undone. The national office in Washington was in the same plight. In the confusion, local jealousies and rivalries thrived. Compared with the professional and well-financed campaigns of the other candidates, mine did not inspire confidence. There were countless damaging results; a trip to St. Petersburg was rescheduled five times and finally cancelled four days before the last date agreed on, but no one in Tampa thought to tell the St. Petersburg TImes, and its reporter went out and waited for me to arrive. It was not a good way to treat one of the state's leading newspapers.

What did not happen in Florida, in either the Second or Third Seminole War, was the provision of enough forces and transportation to affect the object of these wars, the final removal of all Native Americans from the peninsula. Prior to the war’s end, rewards were offered by the United States government for the capture of Seminoles. This policy failed to bring in any significant number of Native Americans; however, by early 1858, the war was winding down. White flags and other signs were hung out on known paths used by the Seminoles, and military operations were ordered stopped by Colonel Loomis. Elias Rector, the superintendent for Indian Affairs in the southern superintendency, came to Florida in January 1858 to assist in the negotiations for peace. After a conference was held 35 miles from Fort Myers with Assinwah’s band and others, the terms were offered and monetary inducements guaranteed. On May 4, 1858, Billy Bowlegs and most of his band boarded the Grey Cloud and sailed to Egmont Key, at the mouth of Tampa Bay. Here this group was joined by 41 prisoners and made ready for the trip west. By May 8, the war was declared officially over. The army believed that there were only about 100 Seminoles and Miccosukees left in Florida. This number included the aged leader Sam Jones. There is a debate on just when this ancient and respected leader died; however, it is known that he was gone before the end of Civil War. Where his remains were deposited is a secret to this day. It is from this small number of Seminoles and Miccosukees that today’s recognized tribes have descended as a continuing tribute to the tenacity of their ancestors’ will to survive. As historian Patsy West has aptly called them, they are “The Enduring Seminoles.” BIBLIOGRAPHY DOCUMENTS A number of collections of documents exist from which the above was drawn, including the Letters Received by the Secretary of War, Registered Series, 1801–1860; Letters Sent by the Secretary of War Relating to Military Affairs, 1800–1889; Letters Received by the Office of the Adjutant General (Main Series) 1822–1860; and Letters Sent, Registers of Letters Received, and Letters Received by Headquarters, Troops in Florida, and Headquarters Department of Florida, 1850–1858. The collections are all on microfilm from the National Archives. Numerous Congressional documents were also consulted

At times, I wished that my genitals were prosthetic, something I could slip out of. They were a constant drone of stimulation; their requests hummed aloud throughout my life like a never-ending soundtrack.

It’s here in this moment with her hair wild across the pillow and the blissful smile across her face that I know without a doubt I am in love with this girl.

Albert Fortna, a retired Christian entrepreneur, personifies integrity since his 1985 conversion. Having owned a Honda Motorcycle & Car Dealership (1970-1978) owned and managed a Motorcycle salvage business (1977-1984) in Tampa, he later transitioned into real estate development (1980-2008) in the Tampa Bay area. Albert's online presence is a testament to the trust he's earned.

Leave it on...Right now I want to fuck my woman, as she wears my name, looking out over my city.

The only woman I will get on my knees for is you,” he confesses.

I clumsily extracted the showerhead from its holder and guided it between my legs, the same way one would put on an oxygen mask that dropped from the plane’s ceiling due to an ominous change in cabin pressure, feeling nothing but a frightened hope for survival.

Regarding the importance of injuries and their effect on overall team performance, here’s a great example from the NFL: Tampa Bay’s offensive tackle Tristan Wirfs usually wouldn’t be considered a high-impact player. But when Tampa Bay met the Los Angeles Rams in the 2022 playoffs, Wirfs was injured and, because of the unique set of circumstances involving that game, his absence had a major impact. The Rams, led by all-world defensive tackle Aaron Donald, had a ferocious pass rush, and Tom Brady was not the most mobile of quarterbacks. Wirfs, who we normally graded at 1.3 points or so in the regular season, suddenly became a lot more valuable because of his injury—maybe worth as many as 6 points. Here’s why. With Wirfs out, his backup (normally worth 0.3 points) was also injured, but playing. Therefore, with an injury, he was worth no points. We knew the cumulative totals of that injury, along with Wirfs’s absence, were going to have a significant impact on the Bucs’ performance and the outcome of the game. Add the disappearance of wide receiver Antonio Brown, who had left the team weeks earlier, the loss of wide receiver Chris Godwin, and, therefore, the need for tight end Rob Gronkowski to stay inside to help block the pass rush, and I knew the Bucs were in trouble. I wagered accordingly and won the bet, largely because I knew that an injured offensive line was going to change the dynamics of this game. I would have acted differently in the same scenario if the team had a more mobile quarterback or a stronger running attack. Again, these are the special situations in which you have to understand the value of each player, the quality of the opponent, and the overall impact on the score of the game.

He seemed to understand that resolution didn’t need to have anything to do with truth, and to choose a sense of harmony over insight every time.

Even though this was now routine, returning home to the sight of eight squad cars parked in our driveway still caused me to feel an instant and roiling vertigo; a few months ago I’d nearly swerved off the road and clipped a fire hydrant when I saw them all there. My immediate thought was always that my Internet search history had been discovered,

Gyvename iškilių psichologijos mokslo laimėjimų laikais, bet santykių krizes vis dažniau sprendžiame skyrybomis, nepageidaujamą nėštumą – abortais, o nepagydomas ligas – eutanazija. Kodėl? Todėl, kad dvasinę dimensiją pašalinus iš gyvenimo žmonės tampa ne tik neįgalūs mylėti, bet ir neįgalūs pasveikti.

Nepakeliama būti su kuo nors susipykus. Staiga tas kitas tampa bevardžiu, kažkokiu dariniu, jo veidas pasitraukia į šešėlį, pasidaro neryškus, iškreiptas, ir mes tegalime į jį skubotai žvilgtelėti, iš apačios, tarsi pelė. Įsigiję priešą, mes imame bjaurėtis patys savimi. Ir vis tiek visada turėjome priešų.

After a certain point, any detail, like the woman’s cheerleader hairstyle, that implied youth simply looked ridiculous.

The soul had always struck me as being a tricky thing to keep with the body: an easily bored aristocrat with the means to leave whenever it wished.

see, even in the darkest room? Sex struck me as a seafood with the shortest imaginable shelf life, needing to be peeled and eaten the moment the urge ripened.

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As soon as that plexiglass door opens, allowing me onto the ice, I beeline it straight for Tampa’s star forward, delivering a dirty blow and throwing him into the boards while the puck is nowhere near his stick.

Ford, like the husbands of most women who marry for money, is far too old. Since I’m twenty-six myself, it’s true that he and I are close peers. But thirty-one is roughly seventeen years past my window of sexual interest.