When they reached their ship, Ed gazed out at the bay. It was black. The sky was black, but the bay was even blacker. It was a slick, oily blackness that glowed and reflected the moonlight like a black jewel. Ed saw the tiny specks of light around the edges of the bay where he knew ships must be docked, and at different points within the bay where vessels would be anchored. The lights were pale and sickly yellow when compared with the bright blue-white sparkle of the stars overhead, but the stars glinted hard as diamonds, cold as ice. Pg. 26.
Sometimes I would come back from a run, and my artificial leg would have a puddle of blood from my stump. I wouldn't go to sick bay. In that year, if I had gone to sick bay, they would have written me up. I didn't go to sick bay. I'd go somewhere and hide and soak my leg in a bucket of hot water with salt in it--an old remedy. Then I'd get up the next morning and run.
A bay is a noun only if water is dead. When bay is a noun, it is defined by humans, trapped between its shores and contained by the word. But the verb wiikwegamaa-to be a bay-releases the water from bondage and lets it live. 'To be a bay' holds the wonder that, for this moment, the living water has decided to shelter itself between these shores, conversing with cedar roots and a flock of baby mergansers. Because it could do otherwise-become a stream or an ocean or a waterfall, and there are verbs for that, too. To be a hill, to be a sandy beach, to be a Saturday, all are possible verbs in a world where everything is alive. Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the language I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us.[... ] This is the grammar of animacy.
Robin Wall Kimmerer
I started off as a rapper from Thunder Bay, Ontario, believe it or not. There was a little group of 10 or 12 of us that would get together and copy each other's cassettes. So I was a rapper first, and it was that music that got me into this great entertainment world and got me out of Thunder Bay.
President Obama likes to say Guantanamo Bay is a terrorist recruiting tool, and while that may be an easy excuse, it's simply not true. The reality is the motivations of radical Islamic jihadism existed before Guantanamo Bay. The ideology is premised on a narrative of conquest, in the spiritual as well as the earthly world.
A lot of people from the Bay, especially musicians, feel like northern California is not the place where everything's poppin' off and not quite on the cutting edge artistically as New York or L.A. People from the Bay feel like they have something to prove, and I always love feeling like I have something to prove.
DIG THIS I DEDICATE THIS TO MY MOBB NIGGAS. YOU KNOW, POPPA L.Q. MADD MAXX DRU DOWN YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN, THE LIST GOES ON AN ON THE NIC NAC RICHIE RICH SWOOP G ! YOU KNOW THA MOBB NIGGAS, WE ALL CAPABLE BIG GOV MY NIGGAS CAPABLE BOI, THIS PARAPHANALIA! THA MUTHA FUCKIN MOBB!! BAY AREA OH, BOSKO LACIN THE BEAT BOSKO THE FINEST YOU CAN'T FUCK WIT IT THAT'S ALL YOU GOT EH, WE GOT BAY, L.A. BOI EH, WE GOT L.A. AN THA BAY NIGGA THAT'S ALL YOU THINK OF IS THA WEST COAST WHEN YOU THINK OF THA WEST COAST ALL YOU THINK ABOUT IS L.A. AN OAKLAND DONE DEAL. DONE DEAL.
And then came, perhaps, the biggest offseason move in franchise history ... and no, we're not talking about inviting Carlos Pee±a 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.
Up there we see everything, Oakland to the left, El Cerrito and Richmond to the right, Marin forward, over the Bay, Berkeley below, all red rooftops and trees of cauliflower and columbine, shaped like rockets and explosions, all those people below us, with humbler views; we see the Bay Bridge, clunkety, the Richmond Bridge, straight, low, the Golden Gate, red toothpicks and string, the blue between, the blue above, the gleaming white Land of the Lost/Superman's North Pole Getaway magic crystals that are San Francisco.
Why do writers use symbolism?' Okay, so let's say you have a headache and you wanna tell someone about it and you say, 'I have a headache!' and other people are like, 'Yeah, whatever. Everybody gets headaches.' But your headache is not a regular headache, it's a serious headache, so you say, 'My brain is on fire!' to try to help these people understand that this is a headache that needs attention! That's a metaphor, right? And you use it so that you can be understood. Now let's say you want to take those same imagistic principles but apply them to a much more complex idea than having a headache, like, for instance, the yearning that one feels for one's dreams. And you can see the dream but you can't cross the bay to get to the green light that embodies your dream. And you want to talk about how socio-economic class in America is a barrier - a bay-like barrier, some would say - that stands between you and the green light and makes that gap unbridgeable. Now, you can just talk about that stuff directly, but when you talk about it symbolically, it becomes more powerful, because instead of being abstract it becomes kind of observable... So I think that's why.
I miss you more than Michael Bay missed the mark When he made Pearl Harbor. I miss you more than that movie missed the point And that's an awful lot, girl. And now, now you've gone away And all I'm trying to say, is: Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting school He was terrible in that film. I need you like Cuba Gooding needed a bigger part He's way better than Ben Affleck. And now, all I can think about is your smile and that shitty movie, too. Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. Why does Michael Bay get to keep on making movies? I guess Pearl Harbor sucked just a little bit more than I miss you.