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Great write-up at ESPN about Wes Welker. I'll never forget how many times I beat my brother in NCAA Football 2003 on the gamecube by playing Wes Welker at RB. Unstoppable. She went to her bedroom and cried that night, not because of what the man said but because she knew the whole world was wrong. One hundred and five faxes, 104 "no"s, and it was about to end there, on a harsh winter day, when Wes Welker sat at a long table at the University of Tulsa. All he...

This war claims so many victims... The man accepted this open-ended question in terms of food only, muttering an order of scrambled eggs and grits and requesting water, with lemon. He ate everything on his plate, continuing his private conversation all the while. He paid his bill, left no tip, and slipped back behind night’s curtain. A woman walked in 20 minutes later, carrying leaflets. Her name was Sheryl Futrell and she had been searching for weeks for her disoriented son, an Iraq-Afghanistan war veteran named Gary Chronister. Here...

Just saw: Interviewer: "Coach Knight, I know you take great pride in being a teacher; what we saw you go over as a game plan yesterday, that's what they did tonight! How gratifying is it that YOU really taught them and they executed it?" Coach Knight: (gruffly) "It's not gratifying as much as it is... just a damn good thing that they did." (scorns and walks away) I love it....

Which of the following people would you say is the most admirable: Mother Teresa, Bill Gates or Norman Borlaug?...

NY Times: Most of the people I met in Bali and Ladakh could not have dreamed of getting on a plane (though that is changing fast); most of them, in fact, would go through ten times as much hardship if it could allow them to see L.A. or New York. In at least one spot in India, impoverished villagers pay $5 — a fortune to them — just to sit in a stationary plane and experience the wonders savored by those of us who sometimes fret over being separated for...

It's hard to believe that I'm in my last kitchen class of my culinary school career. It seems like just months ago that I started, but it's coming up on two years. There's only roughly one month left in New York and I'm very much going to miss it. It's an absolutely beautiful area; free of the corruption that corporations breed. It's refreshing to be in areas that can easily be described as quaint. It's been very roughly, about two years since I left my former life for the new...