https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_ice_hockey_nicknames
To highlight a few of the best:
Bobrovsky’s nickname is just his name, but LOUD
“Squidney”
How many hockey players are we gonna call dad/daddy?
so many
“injured”
Johnny Hockey is now a registered trademark (I really hope they say TM out loud)
wow rude
“Mack, stylized as MacK, released a new record yesterday…”
“Knees breathin’ heavy”?????
and they spelled Corndog McTwinkletoes wrong
“Yeast Infection”
I honestly can’t pick a favorite
these are honestly getting out of hand
“WIFEY”
“Justin Bieber of Hockey”
“Captain Serious”
and finally
the best
Three cheers for Captain Marvel for not only having a fantastic soundtrack but ALSO being the first Marvel movie whose score was written by a woman
(Her name is Pinar Toprak, she’s Turkish, has done the scores for Fortnite and Krypton, she’s worked with Hans Zimmer and she’s pretty awesome)
If you could instantly be granted fluency in 5 languages—not taking away your existing language proficiency in any way, solely a gain—what 5 would you choose?
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Beloved poet Mary Oliver has died at 83. Lynn Neary’s lovely remembrance is here.
And here’s her poem “When Death Comes”
When Death Comes
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox;
when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
She will be sorely missed
– Petra
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