Word: pocked
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...crumbled bridges. One infamous stretch is lined with the wreckage of 40 transport trucks, the remains of a 90-minute enemy ambush dubbed the "jingle-truck massacre." (Afghans hang chains and coins from their truck bumpers, which create a jingling sound.) Every few miles, craters of varying size pock the pavement, interspersed with suspicious patches of dirt that compel patrol convoys to make off-road detours or dismount to investigate before proceeding...
...Bruce Almighty, God's command that he try being omnipotent in order to learn how tough it is to be in charge of the universe. This time it's just an excitable friend (John Michael Higgins) who drags Carl to one of those personal-help messiahs who pock the California mindscape. The word from this shock-haired swami (Terence Stamp) is "Yes." By saying yes to every chance that comes your way - a homeless man's plea for your money, a street peddler's flier for a band concert, a loan request from any indigent who wanders into the bank...
...event itself, however, will have plenty of precedent. The craters that pock the surface of Mars, the Moon, Mercury and other Solar System bodies come from about four billion years' worth of this sort of thing. Earth has had plenty of collisions too; it's just that erosion, continental drift and vegetation have erased or hidden most of them. Not all, though: Meteor Crater, in Arizona, was blasted out some 50,000 years ago by an asteroid about the same size as 2007 WD5. A much bigger object, a few miles across, is thought by many scientists...
...Sports convention in addition to Yearly Kos, the "Riv" is a rambling, mirrored box wreathed in antiquated neon with a Las Vegas address but a distinctly Reno ambiance. Inside the conference facility, the faded carpet is nubby with wear, the mirrors that line the halls are dim and pock-marked, and fluorescent lights cast green shadows onto the face of a lonely security guard who sits in a desk chair, eating Doritos...
When I run Primal Scream—naked, sweaty and shrunken—I feel something similar. Here is an event where scrawny and studly, fat and misshapen, pock-marked and smooth, black and white can run together. We run not as isolated students, but as unique participants in an elite unit who have thrown social mores to the wind and let it all hang out. There is no public humiliation—the group protects the individuals. Primal Scream helped me realize the strength of community—and discovering that piece of veritas was certainly worth a frozen...