'What was there before the Big Bang?' That's a question that both kids and adults love to pose to anyone who seems sympathetic. After all, if the universe has only been around for roughly 14 billion years, isn't it legitimate to ask what was in existence before the mother-of-all-events cranked up the cosmos?
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.
I definitely shut down sometimes. I always just go into my own little cocoon and write, and I surround myself with as much music as possible. The last girlfriend I had, when we broke up, I remember being in a room for days on days on days with my music cranked up, playing songs like Kanye's '808's & Heartbreak.' That playlist just was long!
As we went through mach one, the nose started dropping, so we just cranked that horizontal stabilizer down to keep the nose up. We got it above mach one, and once we got it above the speed of sound, then you have supersonic flow over the whole airplane, so you have no more shock waves on it that are causing buffeting...You really don't think about the outcome of any kind of a flight, whether it's combat, or any other kinds of flights, because you really have no control over it...
What we have here is a rousing boy's adventure story, adapted from stories that Edgar Rice Burroughs cranked out for early pulp magazines. They lacked the visceral appeal of his Tarzan stories, which inspired an estimated 89 movies; amazingly, this is the first John Carter movie, but it is intended to foster a franchise and will probably succeed.
The drone in my ear, it's like the tornado drill in elementary school, the hand-cranked siren that rang mercilessly, all of us hunched over on ourselves, facing the basement walls, heads tucked into our chests. Beth and me wedged tight, jeaned legs pressed against each other. The sounds of our own breathing. Before we all stopped believing a tornado, or anything, could touch us, ever
She whirled when the monster was almost on top of her. I thought the thing in her hands was an umbrella until she cranked the pump and the shotgun blast blew the giant twenty feet backwards, right into Nico's sword. "Nice one," Paul said. "When did you learn to fire a shotgun?" I demanded. My mom blew the hair out of her face. "About two seconds ago. Percy, we'll be fine. Go!
She whirled when the monster was almost on top of her. I thought the thing in her hands was an umbrella until she cranked the pump and the shotgun blast blew the giant twenty feet backwards, right into Nico's sword. "Nice one, " Paul said. "When did you learn to fire a shotgun?" I demanded. My mom blew the hair out of her face. "About two seconds ago. Percy, we'll be fine. Go!
You know what punk is? a bunch of no-talent guys who really, really want to be in a band. Nobody reads music, nobody plays the mandolin, and you're too dumb to write songs about mythology or Middle-earth. So what's your style? Three chords, cranked out fast and loud and distorted because your instruments are crap and you can't play them worth a damn. And you scream your lungs out to cover up the fact that you can't sing. It should suck, but here's the thing - it doesn't. Rock and roll can be so full of itself, but not this. It's simple and angry and raw.
Until that moment, I hadn't realized that I embarked on the project of touring historic sites and monuments having to do with the assassinations of Lincoln, Garfield, and McKinley right around the time my country iffily went off to war, which is to say right around the time my resentment of the current president cranked up into contempt. Not that I want the current president killed. Like that director, I will, for the record (and for the FBI agent assigned to read this and make sure I mean no harm "" hello there), clearly state that while I am obsessed with death, I am against it.
As additional precautions, Kranz requested that a two-hundred-foot radio antenna (called a deep-space dish) in Australia be added to the global network tracking and communicating with the spacecraft, and that additional computers at the Goddard Space Flight Center in Maryland be what he called "cranked up" - made ready for use. He also telephoned the Real Time Computer Complex on the ground floor of the Operations Wing to ask that an additional I.B.M. computer be brought onto the line.
Henry S.F. Cooper Jr.
Rocco was gripped with the panic he often experienced around her, around himself. He seemed to be both here now and simultaneously five years in the future looking back at this moment, at the loss of this moment. He was always sliding past the nowness of being with her, throwing himself at her like a cranked-up insincere clown for an exhausting fifteen minutes a day or getting cozy with booze in order to achieve the proper mood, and from the time she was born he had felt he was on his deathbed, remembering with regret how skittish and slippery his time with her had been. Had been, as if she were a hard thirty-seven and divorced instead of a two-year old baby, as if he were eighty-six and senile instead of forty-three and slightly overweight.
I got my house shoes on and my white t-shirt My basketball shorts, I'm about to get some Squirt I brought my own cup with a little ice in it Cause I might mix it up and get nice in a minute They call me ghetto but I don't give a damn Cause I'm standin' on the corner with my cup in my hand Other hand down the front of my pants, scratchin' my balls They sag a little bit so you might see my drawers I'm on pause Man, I'm in my chill mode Just got paid and I got a little bill fold I'm feelin' good man, you can't tell me nothin' Then the homie Verbs roll up, yo what's up man? Nothin' homie with the spokes I'm on move Tryin' to get some jerky and some coconut juice Yeah I just cranked a couple miles and the sweat is droppin' down I was set around your town To Supowida and Pico made a right by some hills And now I'm at the store with MURS, we fienda chill But now a nigga awfully thirsty, that's for reals So Verbs spins till your thirst quencher on the grill But I ain't got no skrill But homie can you spot like we workin' on the bitches Make sure you get some Optimos and Swishers I'm about to go the distance with this eye And by the way my nigga can you get a can of Sprite? What you want from the store man? Let a nigga know But hurry up fool cause I'm ready to go I want a Snicker bar and a Dentyne Ice Well if you kick your boy down with some ends that'd be nice What you want from the store man? Let a nigga know But you need to hurry up cause I'm ready to go I want some chips I want some drink What you think this is? You better your ass up and come and roll with the kid Let me tell you how this ish went down Eatin' bags of chips and I'm in Mid-town Meetin' pretty ass broads that I met in Santa Mon- Ica, oh yeah and MURS And we ran out of the car I have solutions Let's walk to the store She said it would be faster if we up and use my car Aye aye aye aye, that would be a waste of gas and These siddity girls actin' like they got classes Two little group-ies Actin' hella boushe All they do is listen to Kid Cudi and Lupe Hold up I ain't even tryin' to clown but What I'm tryin' to say is they from the other side of town What's up man? These chicks ain't never been to the hood? They look a little shook like they think they too good Like my neighborhood store ain't up to they standards You can get a white tee or a new bandanna A bag of Gummy Bears and some new tube socks A pack of Trojan large and a fruit juice box Some new 2Pac and some bootleg DVDs Dominos, Doritos and some dirty magazines What more do you need? A nickel bag of weed? My boy got them sacks but they got a couple seeds And if that ain't good enough, you just ain't hood enough Get your ass on before my home girls fuck you up What you want from the store man? Let a nigga know But you need to hurry up cause I'm ready to go I want some cupcakes Bring me up somethin' fool You still owe me from the last time that shit ain't cool What you want from the store man? Let a nigga know But you need to hurry up cause I'm ready to go I want an Arizona Homie, the mango kind That's cool but I'm gonna have to keep the change this time