oddments and fascinations
LA Kings defensemen Slava Voynov was suspended indefinitely from the league following his arrest for domestic abuse charges late last night/this morning. According to his girlfriend, “he knocked her down with a kick, stomped on her chest and dragged her by her hair at their apartment.” (x)
"The woman who was allegedly attacked by L.A. Kings star Slava Voynov was injured so badly, she was rushed to the hospital … where staffers called the cops on Voynov … TMZ Sports has learned.
Law enforcement tells us … Voynov was actually arrested at the hospital in Torrance, CA around 1 AM Monday morning on suspicion of domestic violence.” (x)
Voynov was released from jail on a $50,000 bail and currently will continue to receive his salary from the NHL.
From information floating around, the NHL is currently reviewing his suspension. You can read more in depth about what he did to her, his arrest & bail, and current statues within the NHL here.
This is absolutely not in defense of Voynov, but the “knocked her down with a kick…” is actually describing the charge against Semyon Varlamov from last October (as it says in the linked article).
Hello and thank you for participating in this “experiment” to see what art, poetry, and theater can teach us about climate change. We’re going to kick things off with two poetry prompts. These same prompts—and new ones every month—will be completed by a number of CNY 7th-12th graders, college students, and community groups, from now through the April festival. I’m excited to see what we’ll create!
What will you need? Pick and print out any two articles about climate change. A pen and some paper.
Prompt 1: Blackout. Pick one article. Using a pen, cross out whatever words or letters you want. Your poem is what remains. Title it whatever you want. Make it about climate change or whatever you like. Somewhere on your poem, write “Blackout of” and then list the title and author of the original article. Sample Blackout
Prompt 2: Wordbank. Using the other article as a wordbank, write a new poem using only the words in that article. You can use as few or as many as you like. You can also reuse words. Title it whatever you want. Make it
Never text and drive. Even at a red light.
One idiot, who just happens to write for this site, was doing so Thursday morning on Fifth Avenue outside Consol. At least until the passenger in the car to his left barked out through open windows: “Hey!”
It was [Pascal] Dupuis, broad grin and all. But later that night, after the Penguins’ W, he properly admonished, “Come on, man. You know better.”
Never argue with a man who produces four points in his first game after knee surgery.