NASA took the 1st, astonishing aerial photos of the giant new Antarctic iceberg

used the provision to give significant pay raises to two political aides Sarah Greenwalt and Millan Hupp even though the White House had turned down a separate request from Pruitt for salary increases to those two political appointees in a meeting in early March.

playing with such ease and total mindless effortless effort and and and entranced concentration … Youre barely involved.cements the visuals into our heads so firmly that years later we can reflect upon those moments of total harmony.

I suspected that the red print of a tennis ball on her cheek would pain her more than losing all the points in the world.something she reminded me of constantly in the type of teasing flirtation that ricochets across a middle school hallway in general and particularly ours.Neil Klugman narrates as Brenda Patimkin completes her tennis match in the same confident manner Angela did—calling out one more game when she is close to winning.

which—rather typically—was even stronger and more stylish than her first… would strike vibrantly the harp-cord of the net—and ricochet out of the court.or so he whimsically hyperbolizes one crisp afternoon as Dolores plays in Colorado:  No hereafter is acceptable if it does not produce her as she was then.

for those days of the nineties—before the term badonk sullied the national discourse—when the appreciation of a perfectly round posterior was not the purview of the tabloids but seemed something of holy value.

a classical purity of trajectory while her forehand and backhand drives…were mirror images of one another.the sport often taking the role of the Hawk-Eye—a keen lens through which lifes quick volleys may be slowed.

and John Jeremiah Sullivan come to mind—and the archive of The Paris Review boasts a wealth of writing on the subject.and I owe a ton of that knowledge to Joy Katz for her essay Tennis Is the Opposite of Death: A Proof.

The balls tone is a hollow pok on hard courts and a chalky chh-chh on clay that dies on the second bounce.Nick Twemlow eschews sentimental love to tackle a range of tough and tender matters of the heart in his sprawling poem Attributed to the Harrow Painter:When I was twelve.