Sugar High Somewhere in Dallas
tballardbrown:

It’s 2:00 a.m. The bars have just closed, and you’re craving the sugary goodness of a cupcake. Trouble is, bakeries are closed, too. So your best bet is the pre-packaged Hostess snacks selling at 7-Eleven.
Not for much longer.
Come August, Sprinkles plans to turn on a 24-hour cupcake dispensing machine at its bakery, located at 3015 M St. NW.
via Sprinkles to open a cupcake ATM in Georgetown - The Washington Post
My mouth says “NOM NOM NOM,” but my waistline says “no, no, no!”


*fangirl scream*

tballardbrown:

It’s 2:00 a.m. The bars have just closed, and you’re craving the sugary goodness of a cupcake. Trouble is, bakeries are closed, too. So your best bet is the pre-packaged Hostess snacks selling at 7-Eleven.

Not for much longer.

Come August, Sprinkles plans to turn on a 24-hour cupcake dispensing machine at its bakery, located at 3015 M St. NW.

via Sprinkles to open a cupcake ATM in Georgetown - The Washington Post

My mouth says “NOM NOM NOM,” but my waistline says “no, no, no!”

*fangirl scream*

(via npr)

dynamicafrica:

OLYMPIC  FOCUS: Barcelona ‘92 Olympics - Nigeria’s 4 x 100 Meter Women’s Relay team
This 1993 Pulitzer Prize Award-winning photo by Ken Geiger and William Snyder of The Dallas Morning News shows the reaction of the Nigerian 4 x 100 Meter Women’s Relay team after reading the scoreboard announcing that they had won bronze at the event.

dynamicafrica:

OLYMPIC  FOCUS: Barcelona ‘92 Olympics - Nigeria’s 4 x 100 Meter Women’s Relay team

This 1993 Pulitzer Prize Award-winning photo by Ken Geiger and William Snyder of The Dallas Morning News shows the reaction of the Nigerian 4 x 100 Meter Women’s Relay team after reading the scoreboard announcing that they had won bronze at the event.

(via wayblackwhen)

npr:

It’s soda. /gavel — Tanya B. 
usatoday:

A Twitter data scientist details how we refer to soda — er, pop — across the country.
Soda vs. Pop with Twitter - Edwin Chen’s Blog


I second that

npr:

It’s soda. /gavel — Tanya B.

usatoday:

A Twitter data scientist details how we refer to soda — er, pop — across the country.


Soda vs. Pop with Twitter - Edwin Chen’s Blog

I second that

*sigh*

*sigh*

(Source: whitenaomicampbell, via wayblackwhen)

theclearlydope:

Tupac no showed this bday party.
Hologram Tupac no showed too.
But Warren G was there.

theclearlydope:

Tupac no showed this bday party.

Hologram Tupac no showed too.

But Warren G was there.

(Source: bigblacks)

fuckyeanba:

Just another reminder to David Stern that Seattle deserves another team. Here we see the Glove and Reign Man embrace during the Seattle rally.

fuckyeanba:

Just another reminder to David Stern that Seattle deserves another team. Here we see the Glove and Reign Man embrace during the Seattle rally.

(Source: fuckyeanba)

foodopia:

smoked salmon eggs benedict with asparagus: recipe here

foodopia:

smoked salmon eggs benedict with asparagus: recipe here

My attitude today…

My attitude today…

(Source: gyagu, via fatbitchesinthekitchen)

Missing those amazing views of Downtown Seattle from Alki. #seattle #206 #hometown (Taken with instagram)

Missing those amazing views of Downtown Seattle from Alki. #seattle #206 #hometown (Taken with instagram)

(Source: , via fatbitchesinthekitchen)

fuckyeanba:


“The game flowed, back and forth. The ball moved beautifully up and down, side to side, in and out. Despite the Nuggets’ best effort, the Mavs spaced the floor and continually found open men, for 33 assists on 45 buckets. Players ran, cutters cut, everyone passed and shots fell.
The Denver fans were in the game too, because their Nuggets were also racing down the floor, cutting and dishing. For much of the game, the crowd was making the whoosh-whoosh sound more familiar to great tennis rallies.”

When I read this Royce Webb post for ESPN, I nearly wept because it was such an accurate assessment of last night’s Mavs victory. It’s also an implicit recognition of how starved NBA fans have been for this sort of performance in a season where teams can barely get up for games, let alone practice. Ball movement like the kind we saw last night with Dallas, is as anachronistic as the bank shot or mid-range jumper this season. The lockout and ensuing scramble to get started on Christmas Day, led to a shortened season of catch-up. 
Catching-up with new teammates and new cities. Catching-up with new coaches and new offenses. Catching up wth new distractions and new impediments. Catching up.
Maybe teams are finally at the point where they should have been in December? Maybe the level of play will raise, and we’ll start to see more of these games? Maybe I won’t think about Sloppy Joes every time I turn on a game? Maybe this game was the lone sniper’s bullet in a sea of shotgun shells. Maybe I need to stop using thin gun metaphors to make my point?
Maybe I just love watching the ball rip around the perimeter faster than the defense can react, and all of a sudden someone upfakes from the wing, drives into the lane and lofts a gorgeous oop to a big man that slams it down and sprints back up-court. Maybe I’m dreaming when I write this?
AP Photo/Barry Gutierrez

fuckyeanba:

“The game flowed, back and forth. The ball moved beautifully up and down, side to side, in and out. Despite the Nuggets’ best effort, the Mavs spaced the floor and continually found open men, for 33 assists on 45 buckets. Players ran, cutters cut, everyone passed and shots fell.

The Denver fans were in the game too, because their Nuggets were also racing down the floor, cutting and dishing. For much of the game, the crowd was making the whoosh-whoosh sound more familiar to great tennis rallies.”

When I read this Royce Webb post for ESPN, I nearly wept because it was such an accurate assessment of last night’s Mavs victory. It’s also an implicit recognition of how starved NBA fans have been for this sort of performance in a season where teams can barely get up for games, let alone practice. Ball movement like the kind we saw last night with Dallas, is as anachronistic as the bank shot or mid-range jumper this season. The lockout and ensuing scramble to get started on Christmas Day, led to a shortened season of catch-up. 

Catching-up with new teammates and new cities. Catching-up with new coaches and new offenses. Catching up wth new distractions and new impediments. Catching up.

Maybe teams are finally at the point where they should have been in December? Maybe the level of play will raise, and we’ll start to see more of these games? Maybe I won’t think about Sloppy Joes every time I turn on a game? Maybe this game was the lone sniper’s bullet in a sea of shotgun shells. Maybe I need to stop using thin gun metaphors to make my point?

Maybe I just love watching the ball rip around the perimeter faster than the defense can react, and all of a sudden someone upfakes from the wing, drives into the lane and lofts a gorgeous oop to a big man that slams it down and sprints back up-court. Maybe I’m dreaming when I write this?

AP Photo/Barry Gutierrez

(Source: fuckyeanba)

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