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.

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.

...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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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!

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?

Tautinė tapatybė yra ir dalis asmens tapatybės. Kad žmogus jaukiai ir patogiai jaustųsi šiame pasaulyje, jis turi su kuo nors tapatintis. Vieniems, silpnesniems, tautiškumas kartais tampa vienintele atspara, kitiems, stipresniems, tai nėra taip svarbu. Nacionalizmas dažniausiai atsiranda iš silpnumo, iš nepasitikėjimo savimi. Iš esmės tai priklauso nuo žmogaus sąmoningumo – kuo žmogus sąmoningesnis, tuo mažiau jis sau galvą suka dėl tautiškumo ir kitų tapatybių.

Vaikai baisesni už teroristus. Jie nuolat rėkia, kad yra priklausomi nuo tėvų, tačiau iš tikrųjų yra visiškai atvirkščiai — tai tėvai yra vaikų įkaitai. Meilė, prisirišimas, stiprus nuosavybės jausmas — komplektas, kuris labai slegia tėvus, alina juos ir varžo. Vaikai tėvus pradeda mylėti, arba supranta, kad tai yra šis tas daugiau nei ėdalas ir lova, vėlai, tik persiritę per savojo gyvenimo vidurį, dažniausiai, kai patys tampa tėvais. Vaikas yra uždelsto veikimo bomba — jam gali bet kas ir bet kada atsitikti, ir joks tėvas negali savo vaiko nuo to apsaugoti. Vaikas gali susirgti, gali tapti melagiu, šunsnukiu, vagimi, žudiku, politiku, — ir tėvas visa tai turi pakelti, išverti ir netgi — nesiliauti mylėti. Nes jis nebegali liautis. Jis jau yra įnikęs į savo vaiką kaip į narkotikus.

Meteorologists agree that our planet is heating up! Now I know that many people disagree with this or just think that it is part of a natural cycle. It doesn’t really matter what we think, because the Earth’s climate will do what it is doing with or without our influence. As part of my profession, I took classes related to the weather and I would just like to share some of my thoughts on this important topic. First, if I know something is heading in the wrong direction, I’ll try to do something about it and if I’m partially to blame, I’ll try a little harder! For years we have been putting carbon up into the atmosphere and now the chickens are coming home to roost! It doesn’t matter what we think about this, however here in Florida the hurricanes have been becoming more violent… as we saw last summer! Statistically the high tides have been just a little higher with each passing year. In fact the average tides have been going up by an inch for every 10 years. That’s an inch per decade! In the Miami area the water has been coming up through the sewer pipes with fish swimming in the streets and here in the Tampa Bay area the streets are flooding, like in the Venetian Isles neighborhood of St. Petersburg, where flooding has been happening about 70 time per year. Can you imagine being flooded out 70 times per year?

Tampa was a city with a perpetual inferiority complex. For a while, the local flacks had called it America's Next Great City. Then somebody had stumbled over the comedy of that title. Tampa had the Bucs, and that was good. Tampa had hockey, the Lightning, but hockey was a B sport in the South and always would be. Tampa had great seafood, its own branch of Cosa Nostra, too many malls, the world's best airport, and lately, Ybor City.

He’s so polite, he chats with telephone solicitors.” —Cammy, Tampa, FL

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Just let her move back in with me and I’ll take care of her.” “No.” He frowned at me sternly. “Absolutely not. Didn’t I say she would get no more of your blood?” “What do you care if she takes my blood after Roderick leaves?” I demanded. “I told you it will not happen again. Taylor will not drink from you again. Nor will any other vampire.” I put a hand on my hip. “You’re getting awfully possessive for somebody who’s basically just a business partner.” “I am your master—at least for now.” His eyes blazed silver. “And I have put out the word in Tampa that no other vampire is to touch or taste you in any way. To do so means death and I will not hesitate to enforce that penalty.” “So you put out the word to every vamp on the street that you own me? Thanks a lot, you big asshole,” I stormed. “What do you think that’s going to do to my professional reputation?” “I don’t care what it does to your reputation as long as it keeps you safe,” he replied.

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My name is Logan Ryan, but everybody calls me Kash. I was born and raised in Tampa Bay, Florida, and for almost four and a half years now I've worked in law enforcement. I'll be twenty-six soon and don't have any siblings. I'll do just about anything for pancakes and green Sour Patch Kids. And I will do anything to make sure I never lose you again.

Day an' night they set in a room with a checker-board on th' end iv a flour bar'l, an' study problems iv th' navy. At night Mack dhrops in. 'Well, boys,' says he, 'how goes th' battle?' he says. 'Gloryous,' says th' Sthrateejy Board. 'Two more moves, an' we'll be in th' king row.' 'Ah,' says Mack, 'this is too good to be thrue,' he says. 'In but a few brief minyits th' dhrinks'll be on Spain,' he says. 'Have ye anny plans f'r Sampson's fleet?' he says. 'Where is it?' says th' Sthrateejy Board. 'I dinnaw,' says Mack. 'Good,' says th' Sthrateejy Board. 'Where's th' Spanish fleet?' says they. 'Bombardin' Boston, at Cadiz, in San June de Matzoon, sighted near th' gas-house be our special correspondint, copyright, 1898, be Mike O'Toole.' 'A sthrong position,' says th' Sthrateejy Board. 'Undoubtedly, th' fleet is headed south to attack and seize Armour's glue facthory. Ordher Sampson to sail north as fast as he can, an' lay in a supply iv ice. Th' summer's comin' on. Insthruct Schley to put on all steam, an' thin put it off again, an' call us up be telephone. R-rush eighty-three millyon throops an' four mules to Tampa, to Mobile, to Chickenmaha, to Coney Island, to Ireland, to th' divvle, an' r-rush thim back again. Don't r-rush thim. Ordher Sampson to pick up th' cable at Lincoln Par-rk, an' run into th' bar-rn. Is th' balloon corpse r-ready? It is? Thin don't sind it up. Sind it up. Have th' Mulligan Gyards co-op'rate with Gomez, an' tell him to cut away his whiskers. They've got tangled in th' riggin'. We need yellow-fever throops. Have ye anny yellow fever in th' house? Give it to twinty thousand three hundherd men, an' sind thim afther Gov'nor Tanner. Teddy Rosenfelt's r-rough r-riders ar-re downstairs, havin' their uniforms pressed. Ordher thim to th' goluf links at wanst. They must be no indecision. Where's Richard Harding Davis? On th' bridge iv the New York? Tur-rn th' bridge. Seize Gin'ral Miles' uniform. We must strengthen th' gold resarve. Where's th' Gussie? Runnin' off to Cuba with wan hundherd men an' ar-rms, iv coorse. Oh, war is a dhreadful thing. It's ye'er move, Claude,' says th' Sthrateejy Board. "An

By the time he accepted the Republican nomination in Tampa the following summer, Romney treated the notion of acting on climate change as a joke. “President Obama promised to begin to slow the rise of the oceans. And to heal the planet,” he mocked. “My promise is to help you and your family.

Komerciniame mene - o visas šio vardo nusipelnęs menas anksčiau ar vėliau tampa komercinis - kvailumas beveik visada slypi stebėtojo žvilgsnyje

Nas paredes da estação de trabalho viam-se três orifícios. À direita do ditógrafo, um pequeno tubo pneumático para as mensagens escritas; à esquerda, um tubo de maior calibre para os jornais; e na parede lateral, ao alcance da mão de Winston, uma grande abertura retangular, protegida por uma grade de arame. Esta última destinava-se aos papéis a descartar. Aberturas similares se espalhavam aos milhares, ou dezenas de milhares, por todo o edifício, fazendo-se presentes não apenas em cada sala mas também, a pequenos intervalos, em todos os corredores. Por algum motivo, tinham recebido o apelido de buraco da memória. Quando a pessoa sabia que determinado documento precisava ser destruído, ou mesmo quando topava com um pedaço qualquer de papel usado, levantava automaticamente a tampa do buraco da memória mais próximo e o jogava ali dentro, e então o papel ia torvelinhando numa corrente de ar quente até cair numa das fornalhas descomunais que permaneciam ocultas nos recessos do edifício.

In another experiment 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.

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

On the plate was a tall, glistening slice of lemon meringue pie, vivid yellow and fluffy white. He pulled up a chair opposite me and straddled it backward, eagerly digging his fork into the tremulous tower of meringue. "You know I dream about this slice of pie all week long, right?" he said, taking a big bite. "And me. You also dream about me," I teased him. He raised an eyebrow. "Of course I dream about you... giving me this pie." I rolled my eyes at him, and he grinned, mouth full of pie. Every Saturday I made two lemon meringue pies and served them to the first lucky handful of customers through the doors of our flagship Tampa location. The last piece of pie I always saved for Rory. I'd modified my mom's now-not-so-secret recipe, adding an element all my own---a lemon drop melted into the lemon-sugar mixture. I wasn't convinced it changed the taste that much, but Rory said it was the best pie he'd ever had. He swore the lemon drop added a touch of kitchen magic, but I knew better. It wasn't magic at all. It was revelation.

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Kai keturių-šešerių vaikai supranta, kad pasaulyje egzistuoja taisyklės, tampa didžiausi jų, taip pat tiesos, garbės ir orumo sergėtojai.

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An April 7, 2020, article in the Tampa Bay Times captured the madness: “They called the police on homeless people standing outside a Mobil in Gibsonton, and because they saw people shake hands at Petrol Mart in Thonotosassa. Someone called the cops on a Michael’s craft store for being open, and on employees at a jewelry store on Dale Mabry not standing six feet apart. Someone called about a lone man selling flowers on the side of the road. Another said that a neighbor had opened his home gym up to the neighborhood.

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Gladys specialized in family portraits, but her passion was photographing car wrecks. She had a police scanner and she often beat the Tampa Tribune or the Lakeland Ledger photographer to the scene.

If it were an island of girls they would’ve cannibalized each other in days.