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...turn someone on." Then he quotes Emerson's essay on self-reliance. And then the spiritual guru Eckhart Tolle, whom he's visited in Canada. Then he talks about his meditation practices. And the moment of his enlightenment. And how trying to fill a hole in yourself is pointless, since we don't have holes. And how time, man, time doesn't even exist. You don't need to bring many questions to a Jim Carrey interview...
Being single on Valentine’s Day is the stereotypical nightmare scenario. But in an environment where few romantic liaisons occur, the pressure’s off, and I was free to revel in the indulgences of this pointless holiday regardless of whether or not I was “attached.” Once I set that precedent, it was hard to go back into being a V-Day hater. Since then, I have spent Valentine’s Day with boyfriends and without boyfriends, and I think that spending it “alone?...
...uniform. Here's a more appropriate appellation: Agent Weirdo. Why? This is a guy who at halftime of one game took a shower--fully uniformed--to cool down. He tickles the underarm of a teammate before tip-off for good luck. His addictions are many and, Arenas admits, "pointless," including bad DVDs, vintage jerseys and his latest, crappy basketballs. Arenas is collecting the synthetic balls the NBA unveiled and dumped this season after players complained about cutting their fingers on them. "I hope he never goes to a party where there's cocaine dust in the air," says Drew Cleary...
...Wolong center can supply with animals, adding that any donations are used to expand protected areas and for research. And he insists that reintroducing pandas into the wild will help sustain populations over the long run. "It is not responsible for anyone to declare that the experiment is pointless," Zhang says. Xiang Xiang's coddled siblings had better prepare to follow him into the dangerous depths of the forest...
...school, I loathed Latin, in general, but I detested Virgil in particular. After you'd spent hours wading through conjugations and declensions and ablative absolutes and gerunds and pasts perfect, imperfect and pluperfect, there was the pointless torture of learning and then reciting lines of dactylic hexameter about this bloke wandering aimlessly around the Mediterranean at the whim of a perpetually pissed-off goddess. I mean, even Milton was more fun than that...