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Post Malone Sustains An Injury To The Ribs As He Falls On Stage During Concert
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A video has lately surfaced on the web from Submit Malone ‘s live performance in St. Louis, Missouri on the seventeenth of September. It reveals Submit Malone performing his music circles when he all of the sudden falls by a gap within the stage and has the wind knocked of him. After the autumn, Malone lays there for a number of minutes in ache earlier than media groups rush in to inspect him.
The opening within the stage was the place from the place Submit Malone’s guitar was beforehand lowered beneath the stage, however apparently Malone forgot that the opening had not been lined simply but.
The rapper was taken away by the media staff for a verify up however he promised that he would return and as per his promise, quarter-hour later, he did return to carry out a number of songs, however in the end he did have to chop his present barely brief as even throughout these performances, he was seen clutching on to his ribs, exhibiting that he was in important ache. Submit Malone apologized to the followers and based on experiences although he ended the present he nonetheless stayed on the stage for a while signing autographs for followers.
A day later, Malone took to Twitter to present his followers an replace on his well being and in addition to apologize to them for chopping the present brief.
Within the video, Malone started by saying, “Thanks for placing up with my dumb ass.”
He additional went to clarify the incident saying, “Every time we do the acoustic a part of the present, the guitars on the guitar stand, it goes down. There’s this large ass gap so I’m going round there and switch the nook and bust my ass … winded me fairly good.”
The rapper additionally clarified that the medical professionals had cleared him and he might be persevering with the tour.
He additionally made a promise to the individuals of St. Louis to make up for this within the following phrases:
“Subsequent time I am round, we’ll do a two-hour present for you so we will make up for the couple missed songs.”
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'Sunny' is a robot buddy comedy about loss : Pop Culture Happy Hour
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No one loves like a Leo. This season, let your feline flame burn eternal
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(Beth Hoeckel / For The Times)
Who — or what — is like a Leo? The fifth sign, presiding over the astrological house ruling joy, passion and all things lovable, is never not a welcome presence to those with taste. As different as each Leo is (and as they insist they are, never appreciating comparisons with another and always requiring a pampering of their endearing delusion-truth that they are unequivocally one-of-one), they all bring a flame. As an astrologer, it’s most ethical to view the zodiacal constellations with a lovingly dispassionate eye. But as my Uranian dominance lends itself to rule-breaking, I must confess that Leo is the sign that melts me. Who else could inject an icy, dormant heart with the warmth of a thousand suns with one laugh, one embrace, one absolutely ridiculous and yet perfectly executed dance?
I can’t help but think of an analogy in the Snow Peak Takibi Solo Portable Fireplace. What could be more leonine than a personal inferno? The portable fireplace (also known as your sweetest Leo) is theoretically always ready for any adventure — it might be a forbidden beach fire in Malibu that may or may not get the fire department called on you by quasi-well-meaning cliffside residents with way too much disposable income, and thus time to be nemeses of fun. Perhaps it’s an unexpected cannonball at a rooftop hotel pool party that beckons the bouncer to remind your precious Leo performer to conduct themselves with a bit more decorum (what’s that?). Maybe it’s a 4 a.m. love confession that almost feels angry, that’s pained with the agonizing passion that only an expansive lion heart could ever conjure. For no one loves like a Leo, that burning, beating organ that, when aligned and evolved, gives just as much and just as generously to others as they do to themselves.
For no one loves like a Leo, that burning, beating organ that, when aligned and evolved, gives just as much and just as generously to others as they do to themselves.
In that vein (or flame), who better than a Leo to teach the rest of us the sacred art of loving ourselves, of being so unabashedly oneself that people, places, situations and energies just can’t help but bend like flowers toward a welcoming, nourishing midday sunray? The Takibi fireplace is silver, reflective — an homage to the infectious way a Leo’s self-love mirrors all the empty spaces in everyone around them that could use some compassion. And, as what is above is also below, we must acknowledge the plight of a wounded Leo, of the darkly misanthropic nihilism that can, and often does, shroud their heart in a titanium veil of protection. A Leo scorned is as dangerous as a forest fire in the night, furious at rejection by the very world they bleed out for. How exhausting it must be to bear that burden of joy, to be compelled to entertain through the tears. Indeed, when the time comes, the Takibi fireplace’s contents are extinguished and the stainless-steel apparatus is packed up until the next flame calls.
And so, this is a love letter dedicated to our cherished Leos — we thank you for your service. May your feline flame burn eternal, for the world would be so dark and so cold without you.
Goth Shakira is a digital conjurer based in Los Angeles.
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'Liars' is an autopsy of a bitterly disappointing marriage
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“Elegies are the best love stories because they’re the whole story,” Sarah Manguso writes in her fierce second novel, Liars, an autopsy of a bitterly disappointing marriage, from first meeting to painful aftermath.
Of course, there are always at least two sides to every story, and especially every marriage. But this requiem for a failed relationship is from the point of view of a survivor, the wife left behind. Elegiac is not a word I would use to describe it.
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The novel’s narrator is a successful writer named Jane who bears more than a passing resemblance to the author we know from Manguso’s three incisive memoirs. Jane discounts her husband’s side of the story because she considers him such a liar. In this scathing account of their 14-year marriage, she cites many examples of his selfish behavior, distorted self-image, and the falsehoods he peddles about her mental instability. She repeatedly tries to reframe and succinctly encapsulate their increasingly unsatisfactory situation in order to process it. “I began to understand what a story is,” she writes. “It’s a manipulation. It’s a way of containing unmanageable chaos.”
Manguso’s chilling first novel, Very Cold People, along with her celebrated memoirs, which include Ongoingness and 300 Arguments, feature short, sharply honed, double-spaced paragraphs that scrutinize aspects of life made more difficult by autoimmune disease, depression, and the aftermath of trauma.
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Liars is similarly distilled, though it is her longest book yet. It’s a tour de force, but it is also relentless. Like Leslie Jamison’s Splinters, it is an old, oft-told tale about the challenges of not losing one’s autonomy when hitching one’s wagon to another person, and of combining marriage and motherhood with a successful writing career. Its pages are filled with rage and lined with red flags, which the narrator deliberately chooses not to heed until that strategy becomes untenable. I kept wanting to avert my eyes — or shout warnings.
Here’s how the novel starts:
In the beginning, I was only myself. Then I married a man, as women do. My life became archetypal, a drag show of nuclear familyhood. I got enmeshed in a story that had already been told ten billion times.
The couple meet at a film festival in upstate New York. Jane is attracted to John Bridges, a Canadian filmmaker, whose work she admires. Both are in their early 30s and live in New York City. She is drawn to his calm and his drive. “[H]e thought clearly, felt deeply, worked hard, made art, was dark and handsome, and wanted to marry me. I’d ordered à la carte and gotten everything I wanted,” she writes.
But she soon discovers John’s hidden flaws. He lied to her about his relationship status. His writing was barely literate, and he was terrible with money. He sulked and undermined her when her career advanced and his didn’t.
She essentially takes over as his unpaid assistant, and her life is filled with “a thousand tasks,” including teaching him how to open and sort mail into four piles — shred, trash, file, action items.
“And yet,” she writes, “no woman I knew was any better off, so I determined to carry on.” She adds disturbingly, “After investing five years of my life, I didn’t want to have to start over again.”
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So, reader — no surprise, and no spoiler alert necessary — she not only marries him, but has a child with him. Which of course eats into her writing time. Repeated moves between New York and California for her husband’s work — several failed startups which earn him a full-time salary with health insurance while the last — undercut her ability to get a tenure-track teaching job, so she’s stuck with low-paying adjunct positions, plus full responsibility for childcare and housekeeping. “I was in charge of everything and in control of nothing,” she writes. “What could I do? I kept going for the child’s sake.”
Jane acknowledges that she’s “a control freak, a neat freak, a crazy person,” and that her constant disappointment in John must have been hard on him. For her part, she finds her husband’s disdain and lack of attention and respect soul-sapping.
Questions that haunt the narrator include: Why did she marry him? And why had she stayed with him so long? Is commitment a trap or a gift?
We can’t help but wonder: If this “maestro of dishonesty” is so terrible, why is this woman so “annihilated” when he leaves her?
Well, for starters, because rejection never feels good. And he cheated on her. Plus, despite her many gripes, she’d loved his calm, and his body, and the idea of a long marriage in which the couple was a team. But perhaps most upsetting, the decision was taken out of her hands, heightening her sense of powerlessness.
Hoping to swear off future entrapment, Jane reminds herself that “A husband might be nothing but a bottomless pit of entitlement.”
Bitterness is never attractive. But good writing is. Liars makes an old story fresh.
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