One landfill in Denver is taking their garbage fumes and attempting to convert them into electric power. Is it feasible? Dana Cronin fills us in with an audio essay.
As I write, there is a document saved on my computer, marked “Will.” It isn’t a paper on Shakespeare; it isn’t a list of future goals; it is a will in that terrible sense of a last will and testament. Not a particularly common thing for a 21-year-old to have, but there it is.
Almost nothing makes sense at the WWE. Look at the ring. Someone is being kicked in the face. Or karate chopped in the throat. Or smacked across the breast. Look at the jumbotron. Cut to an image of three wrestlers riding a unicorn.
Dear Dean Edmonds,
On Thursday November 19th I met with Rochelle Mason and Cesar Cervantes, who had been informed (by whom I do not know) that I was involved with recent controversial posts on the anonymous social media app Yik Yak. Although they had no evidence other than a rumor “through the grapevine” as Ms. Mason put it, I came clean, believing that honesty was the best course of action given my embarrassment and shame for my actions.