Almost certainly another sign of my male privilege, but I had no idea.
At least for me, many surprises.
"Entomologists call it the windshield phenomenon. 'If you talk to people, they have a gut feeling. They remember how insects used to smash on your windscreen,' says Wolfgang Wägele, director of the Leibniz Institute for Animal Biodiversity in Bonn, Germany. Today, drivers spend less time scraping and scrubbing."
This doesn't upset me, but your mileage may vary.
It's a darn shame none of them are in North Carolina.
I remember we were playing Kentucky at Rupp Arena, and it was packed. You know, 24,000 people going nuts. And I’m standing in the huddle during a timeout, and it’s just deafening.
And then I hear this whistle.
I’m talking about that two-finger, heavy whistle. You know the kind. The kind only the old men from your block who used to be in the Marines know how to do.
I’m like, Nah, it can’t be.
I hear it again, and I look up into the crowd of 24,000 people, way up to the second bowl of the arena, and I spot her.
"It’s really like a complete office visit in a 5-pound box."
Bring it to market, stat!
I didn't know this.
With the sole exception of Jesus Christ, more books have been written about Luther than about any other person who has ever lived.
(Actually, I don't believe it. What about Lincoln?)
That would be the stirrup.
I'm sorry, but this seems just unfair.
A vicious cycle emerges, the researchers say: The older we get, the more our ability for restorative sleep erodes, which speeds up the aging process.