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...different Christian youth groups, and he is bouncing and clapping like Ali before a fight. Once he is given the signal to march, he's at it full force. When he catches someone looking him over, he throws both hands in the air, does a funny foot-flail-in-place thing, turns around and jogs across the street until he's in front of the parade viewer, high-fives her and yells, "I'm Al Franken! Running for Senate! Help me out!" He'll zigzag the length of the parade, sprinting forward and backward, an intern trailing behind him with...
Stanford, who fell in love with cricket when he moved to Antigua in the 1980s, radiates the enthusiasm of a convert. His eyes light up and his hands flail as he re-enacts a favorite moment from a recent game--even though he lapses into baseball lingo (line drives and home runs) to describe the play. He lovingly describes the new cricket stadium he has built in Antigua, complete with an American-style hall of fame. He revels in dropping the names of Caribbean cricket stars he now counts as his friends. But his spending on Twenty20 is not just...
...when they try to pull them off in crucial situations they come out awkward, embarrassed and futile. The threat of domestic tragedy looms over Snow Angels, suggesting some exotic blend of Peyton Place and Twin Peaks; but its triumph is in portraying folks who, no matter how often they flail and fail, keep reaching out for human connection...
...victim’s] lower back.”But the victim met with the district attorney July 26 and gave a different story, saying that “she wished this whole case was dropped,” according to court documents.“He started to flail his arms and may have hit her and this may have caused her to fall back on her futon hitting her back on the bar,” according to court documents. The victim also told the district attorney that she and Thomas were still close—and that...
...about healthy eating. The taller chefs have roped in a mob of younger students as extras. Director Sabina Cox calls "Cut." The scene ends. And a supervised chaos, a pause in the normal school day, resumes. The black ball flies from hand to hand, and skinny legs and arms flail in an exuberant choreography. Soon the bell for lunch will summon a well-ordered procession to the community store for a hot meal, the teachers will retreat to their homes for an hour of down time, and the classrooms sit empty on the edge of the desert, soundless except...