Last week, I covered classes for a friend who teaches high school PE. I don’t normally cover anyone in PE, because I hate to sweat, whereas sweating seems to be the goal of Physical Education classes. You know, all that heart-rate-target-zone stuff, which, please, I can’t ever get the math right anyway, so I shouldn’t be expected to, like, do it. I also can’t do the math for the “Body Mass Index,” thank God, so I can’t be blamed for not adhering to that, either.
Widespread power outages generated an experiment in deregulation at High Point intersections Saturday.
How do drivers react when the traffic lights don't work? The answer was: not very well on the city's busiest streets.
A few months ago I flew to LaGuardia airport in NY. Upon deplaning, I found myself in an unfamiliar space. “This isn’t LaGuardia,” I thought in a panic, and experienced a ground-shifting confusion like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.
Welcome back to Part II of “How The Threat of Horrible Pain Can Make You Skinny” -- or, how I have finally discovered the answer to fast, effective weight loss -- which I learned because I was in desperate need of avoiding the potentially horrendous pain of a knee replacement. I know you probably think I’m just a ridiculous, wussified weakling because this potentially horrendous pain scares me so much, and you think I just need to get over it and woman-up, grit my teeth and take it, and you know what? I don’t care.
On Feb. 23, the Syracuse basketball team came down to Durham to play Duke.
With less than 20 seconds left in the game, Duke was leading, 60 to 58. Syracuse had the ball. With only 10.5 seconds left, the Syracuse forward, C. J. Fair, drove in for the basket. He collided with Duke player Rodney Hood. A referee blew a whistle, and for a few brief seconds, many fans held their breath. Was it a charge against Syracuse or a block by Duke? A referee ruled it was a charge by Syracuse
Those of you who have wandered with me over the years through every diet plan, opinion, advice, success, failure, misery and raison d’etre (that’s right, I am waxing lyrical, mostly because I’m hungry) will be thrilled (or skeptical, or possibly bored) to know that I have finally found my answer. No, it will not be the answer for all of you -- not the vegetarians or vegans or fruitarians, and especially not those who don’t need to lose weight because they “have the metabolism of a hummingbird and can eat just anything I want and it NEVER affects me (giggle)!” And, to that last group, I would say firmly: Turn the page, close the computer, go out into the world and spread your joy -- we will never be friends.
I have been an Ann Patchett fan for years. I have enjoyed the range and invention of her novels and even suspended disbelief as, in “State of Wonder,” she led me on an unlikely literary journey in the jungles of the Amazon .
I never knew her skill at nonfiction until I came upon her recent collection of 22 essays published from 1997- 2012, gathered in “This is the Story of a Happy Marriage” (book from Harper; audios from HarperAudio, 11 hours, 35 minutes). I listened to all of the essays, some of them a second time and then bought the book so I re-read the many passages that spoke to me. Listening and reading, I found myself in evocative landscapes layered with meanings that lingered and phrases that stopped me with elegance, honesty, or playfulness.
In a legal alert covering North Carolina's 2013 Regulatory Reform Act, law firm McGuireWoods said its potential for "regulatory chaos is high."
Just what we want to hear after the coal ash spill into the Dan River.
I went to the mountains with friends last weekend, since we had three days off, and got there just in time to see their snow! Ten frickin’ inches of it, slammin’ down like angry BBs, defying the fairly warm ground not to let it accumulate. HAH, said the snow, absorb THIS!
And, with the wind blowing as well, it was like walking through a sandstorm -- snow in every nook and cranny you own, I mean nooks and crannies you didn’t even KNOW you owned. And, I absolutely loved it.
Tonight is one of the holiest ones of the basketball season: UNC is playing Duke. If you didn’t know that, or don’t care about it, just put the paper down now. You wouldn’t understand how UNC Royaholics feel today, or often this season. You just wouldn’t “get” our agonizing over the bewildering losses, the repeated miscalculations -- and the frickin’ inability to make a frickin’ foul shot - that have overwhelmed our hero … oh, and the boys, too … this season.
f you stand at the northernmost end of Merritt Mill Road at its juncture with West Franklin Street, you will see a street that goes in a southwest direction. This is Brewer Lane -- which leads to Hargrave and Eugene streets.
The OWASA Board of Directors cordially invites citizens to comment Thursday on our Draft Strategic Plan for fiscal years 2014 - 2017.
The board has spent nearly a year developing this plan to guide the Board and OWASA staff as we seek to improve our services to all our customers. We strongly believe that public involvement is a crucial part of OWASA’s strategic planning, and we need your participation to make our planning process successful.
Adult readers may wait out slow starts or overlook overwriting; not younger readers. They demand strong characters, quick-moving plots, authentic dialogue and stories that stay with you after you close the covers. Reluctant readers are even harsher critics.
Matt de la Peña is a writer that young adults can count on.
Somewhere between the frigid days that blasted our bone marrow with arctic air in January, and then a tantalizing glimpse of sunshine drowned by gray rain, 2014 has lost its luster.
Five more days till Valentine’s Day, and gentlemen, I’m sure you’re as ready as the ladies are. Even ready-er. Super Ready! You’ve planned, researched and organized every little thing to make this V-day a perfect, soupy, sappy, nauseating, romantic bender, am I right? No, don’t look at your feet, look at me -- am I right?