A street is a paved public thoroughfare in a built environment. It is a public parcel of land adjoining buildings in an urban context, on which people may freely assemble, interact, and move about. A street can be as simple as a level patch of dirt, but is more often paved with a hard, durable surface such as concrete, cobblestone or brick. Portions may also be smoothed with asphalt, embedded with rails, or otherwise prepared to accommodate non-pedestrian traffic.
Originally the word "street" simply meant a paved road (Latin: "via strata"). The word "street" is still sometimes used colloquially as a synonym for "road", for example in connection with the ancient Watling Street, but city residents and urban planners draw a crucial modern distinction: a road's main function is transportation, while streets facilitate public interaction. Examples of streets include pedestrian streets, alleys, and city-centre streets too crowded for road vehicles to pass. Conversely, highways and motorways are types of roads, but few would refer to them as streets.
Timothy Theodore "Tim" Duncan (born April 25, 1976) is an American professional basketball player for the San Antonio Spurs of the National Basketball Association (NBA). The 6-foot 11-inch (2.11 m), 255-pound (116 kg)power forward/center is a four-time NBA champion, two-time NBA MVP, three-time NBA Finals MVP, and NBA Rookie of the Year. The Spurs' team captain, he is a 13 time NBA All-Star and the only player in NBA history to be selected to both All-NBA and All-Defensive Teams during each of his first 13 seasons.
Duncan started out as a swimmer and only began playing basketball in ninth grade after Hurricane Hugo destroyed the only Olympic-sized pool on his home of St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands. He soon became a standout for St. Dunstan's Episcopal High School, and had an illustrious college career with the Wake Forest University Demon Deacons, winning the Naismith College Player of the Year, USBWA College Player of the Year and John Wooden awards in his final year. Duncan graduated from college before entering the 1997 NBA Draft as the number one pick. His list of accomplishments, remarkable consistency, and leadership in the Spurs' NBA championship runs in 1999, 2003, 2005, and 2007 have led basketball experts to consider him to be one of the greatest power forwards in NBA history.
RADIO STATION | GENRE | LOCATION |
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Wall Street Jornal Online | News | USA |
Street Radio | Varied,Pop | Italy |
XMR Easy Street | Easy | USA |
KAD93-SW 162.525 (NOAA Weather) H Street-Blaine, WA | News Updates,Short Wave Radio | USA |
Plot
Jackson Stone is a reckless and troubled teen who rejects faith and the church as he blames God for everything bad in his life. At home, his seemingly uncaring parents ignore him, at school he's an outcast, and his only friend, Gunner, continues to pull him deeper and deeper into the abyss of trouble on the streets. Jackson struggles to come to terms with his fear of death, and his own mortality as he fights a life threatening illness. After a brush with the law, Jackson is sentenced to community service and placed under the watchful eye of Russell Tecumseh, a tough, streetwise pastor who operates a local homeless shelter. While at the shelter, Jackson forges an unlikely friendship with Nathan, a destitute homeless veteran, and as their friendship flourishes, they each learn important lessons about life, trust, and something neither have truly experienced... Friendship. As Jackson progresses towards faith, he begins to transform from a street hoodlum to a responsible young man, but his fragile faith is rocked when Nathan reveals a shocking secret from his past. Jackson suddenly finds himself at a crossroads, and now must choose between what's easy and what's right as his own destiny hangs in the balance. Jackson's Run is a family friendly, faith-based, "Rites-of-Passage" story that explores life, death, suffering, and God's purpose in it.
Sometimes what we search for is right in front of us.
Plot
Lenny Dawson sees Angels. Guardian Angels come to him always at inconvenient times and ask him to help the person they are watching over. While Lenny is out of town for work, his wife and daughter are in a car accident. Through a series of people, word gets back to Lenny that his wife and daughter have been killed. This starts a downward spiral which causes Lenny to lose his mind and go on a spiritual journey to escape from reality while shutting out the Guardian Angels that depend on him. After two years, he decides to return home and face the harsh reality that he has desperately tried to avoid.
A man who finds a wife, finds a good thing.
Plot
A slice of family life: sisters, husbands, children, history, secrets, jealousies. Margot and her teen son, Claude, travel from Manhattan to her family's Long Island home, occupied by sister Pauline, Pauline's daughter, and Malcolm, the slacker Pauline will marry outdoors that week under a tree neighbors want removed. Backbiting marks family discussion, particularly between the sisters and in Margot's cutting remarks to Claude. Pauline tells Margot a secret that Margot promptly tells Claude. Margot dislikes Malcolm and undermines him. She also has marital problems and a lover nearby. People are cruel, inside and outside their families. Is there a refuge for Margot or for Pauline?
Keywords: adultery, apology, artist, attention-deficit-disorder, aunt-nephew-relationship, aunt-niece-relationship, author, autism, backyard, backyard-barbecue
One family. Infinite degrees of separation.
Malcolm: Make sure you can handle rejection. I can't.
Margot: Stop picking on me.
Pauline: What was it about Dad that had us fucking so many guys?
Margot: He's not ugly. He's completely unattractive.
Malcolm: I haven't had that thing yet, where you realize that you're not the most important person in the world.
Claude: Did she poop in her pants?::Margot: It happens to everyone, not just babies. It will happen to you too someday.
Malcolm: Paul apologizes for not coming. She's still getting the house ready.::Margot: I'm sorry it was such short notice.::Malcolm: I don't care. Paul's frantic, but I don't give a shit. Oh, and Ingrid wants me to tell you that she made us all bracelets.::Ingrid: No, I said we should wait.::Malcolm: I thought you asked me to tell them. Anyways, I got Knicks colours.::Ingrid: They're not Knicks colours!::Margot: It's beautiful, Ingrid.::Ingrid: Where's your dad and Josh?::Claude: They might come later.::Margot: Josh's spring break is next week, and then Jim teaches through Friday. Then he opens the house in Vermont on the weekend.::Malcolm: It means a lot to Pauline that you came.::Margot: Good.::Malcolm: [swerving to avoid a car] Holy Jesus! Watch it, dicksack! God! If you're wondering about the mustache...::Margot: No, I wasn't.::Malcolm: I had a full beard for a while, and then when I shaved it I left this part for last, you know, to see how it looked. And... it's meant to be funny.
Pauline: I was dating that guy Horace back then. Do you remember him?::Margot: Was that the guy who liked to rough you up?::Pauline: No, that was our dad.::Margot: Our dad used to strip down to his skivvies and beat us with a belt.::Malcolm: That man had a sexual screw loose.::Pauline: That's awful, that stuff that happens to kids. Malcolm was fondled by a male babysitter.::Malcolm: Just use that information however you want.
Malcolm: My scrotum is longer than my penis.
Margot: You didn't notice anything different about Pauline?::Claude: No.::Margot: She's pregnant. She told me. She's keeping it a secret from Malcolm and even Ingrid, which I think is unforgivable. Now she's gonna have to marry him. What's she planning on doing, getting married and not drinking champagne? Then she's just gonna be lying. I guess she's afraid she'll miscarry. She probably will. I think on some level, she's ambivalent about the marriage. That's why she's not telling him.::Claude: Are you stoned, Mom?::Margot: Maybe a little.::Claude: I don't like it.
Narrator: Sylvester say, "You crazier than a fish with titties if you think I'ma let you smoke that shit up in my car."
Plot
An UGLY cuddly creature searches for love and affection from an array of single attractive female gypsies, geisha, and Bible believing gothic girls. Essentially this narrative addresses co-dependency, jealousy, and romantic frustrations common among men and women every day of the year. Ugly or attractive, singles or couples if they're in or looking for a relationship, they have problems. This comedy is driven by a creature named GHOULEE who is searching for love and affection in preparation for Valentines Day. Ghoulee has one problem, he is ugly! He is also one of the nicest ghouls you could ever meet. Do girls like nice ugly guys? Do girls like cute rude guys? Do girls like rude but attractive bad guys? Who or what has set the standard for all women? What force has programmed the tastes of women when it comes to guys? This comedy provides the answers to these perplexing questions along with lots of laughs. There's also the brilliant teenager "TRINITY" that argues the Holy Scriptures with her Bible Righteous Dad. In the end however it all makes perfect sense. What does it really take to be really happy in relationships between the ugly, the cute and the attractive?
Keywords: actor-playing-multiple-roles, bible, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, chinese-american, christmas, cult-film, cupid, geisha, goth, reference-to-jesus-christ
Buy This Truth And Never Sell It !
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In the depression, Chaney, a strong silent streetfighter, joins with Speed, a promoter of no-holds-barred street boxing bouts. They go to New Orleans where Speed borrows money to set up fights for Chaney, but Speed gambles away any winnings.
Keywords: 1930s, action-hero, bar, bare-chested-male, bare-chested-male-bondage, bare-chested-male-fighting, bare-knuckle-boxing, bare-knuckle-fighting, beating, billiard-ball
New Orleans, 1933. In those days words didn't say much. [DVD]
New Orleans, 1933. In those days words didn't say much. [Theatrical]
Lucy Simpson: What does it feel like to knock somebody down?::Chaney: It makes me feel a hell of a lot better than it does him.::Lucy Simpson: That's a reason?::Chaney: Hey, there's no reason about it. Just money.
Speed: I suppose you've been down the long, hard road?::Chaney: Who hasn't?
Speed: Well, you know Chick, like old momma said, next best thing to playing and winning is playing and losing.
Speed: [sniffing] You know, Chick, no matter what you do, you'll always smell like fish.
Gayleen Schoonover: [leaving the fight with the Cajuns] Come all this way to lose all of our money. Just breaks my heart.::Speed: Breaks my butt is what it breaks!::Chaney: Let's drive around the back country roads.
Jim Henry: [speed is being held hostage by Gandil's thugs] If things don't work out, who gets to do the job on him?::Card player: We take turns.::Jim Henry: Uh-uh. This time, I get to do it.::Speed: That's right; you ain't won one in a while, have you? [grins at Jim Henry] He really cleaned your clock, didn't he?
Speed: Every town had somebody who thinks he's tough as a nickel steak; but, they all come to old Speed for the do-re-mi.
Jim Henry: I want to have a long talk with anybody bettin' against me.
Chick Gandil: There's no point in avoiding this thing, you know; it's going to happen.::Street: He's right.::Chaney: You want it that much?::Street: I'm getting paid.::Chaney: [turns away and goes back to his beer]::Street: I can always reach over and start things right now.::Chaney: [takes a swig of beer without looking at Street] Yeah, but you won't.::Street: You don't think so?::Chaney: [finishes his beer and walks past Street to leave]::Chaney: You're not going to do it for free.
Poe: Some are born to fail, others have it thrust upon them.
[Intro: Bizzy]
(Yeah) Just, just, just, just, just, just
Just ridin, ridin (ridin in the city streets nigga)
Just, just, just (Hi Power nigga) I'm just ridin, ridin
Ridin the city streets in a black Benz, Lexus
I'm just ridin, ridin - I'm feelin you, you feelin me
Ain't nobody judge me (just, just, just)
[Chorus x2: Bizzy Bone]
I'm just ridin, ridin, ridin the city streets
In a black Benz, Lexus or hoopty feelin the beat
Tuckin the piece, I'm just slidin slidin
Feelin my heat, I'm feelin you, you feelin me
[Bizzy Bone:]
We're nothin but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin but crumbs
We're nothin but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin but crumbs
See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me some love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't
What about the slopes, tryin to get dangerous
We're nothin but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
And heavenly Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be found
But what was it for, tellin my people
To point to the guns and put up the funds
Finally see who really be ridin, look at the war and here we come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending, watch your paper
Gospel gangstas walkin in churches
Don't search us, they tyrin to escape the
Monotony and the monopoly, gotta get ready to put us in jail
Rot there, get in the car, "Days of our Lives" oh well
I'm from the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, won't settle for less
So Bizzy the Kid, king of Midwest
Let me get this that we feelin depressed
How many times we gather our rest
So why do they cuss, my lips are cleft
Lord knows I'm not ugly – Heavenly Father you are the best
And how many times we gather our rest
So why do they cuss, my lips are cleft
The Lord knows I'm not ugly, Heavenly Father you are the best
One time
I'm feelin you, you feelin me
Ain't nobody judge me (just, I'm just)
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it, make 'em pull it
Fill your torsos up with bullets, nigga this the true shit
And it sits with a new kid; who goes there, I
We used to slam them do's, now we raise 'em up high
Lamborghini do's to the sky, my nigga
I be flossin on 'em dawg, I ain't shy my nigga
No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin horse
Keep my Grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin it in The Source
If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
And if rap was a study you would need you a course
I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruisin, haters be refusin
They bitches wanna listen to it but they gotta be true with it
Get bucked, knuckle up, act a fool with it
It's rider season, there really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth pimp fluid, I'm the ace
Realest rapper since 'Pac, wanna take my place?
[Chorus]
[Bizzy:] Nobody's just...
[Mr. Criminal:]
I'm just ridin, ridin, ridin the city streets
Packin the strap in the back of my black khakis that's creased
Windows down, system on blast, feelin the breeze
Smokin and chokin that reefer dawg, I'm needin my trees (haha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feelin the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police
The homies say watch my back for enemies
Touch your back, the Hennessy stay and scratch my remedy
Catch me dippin through the streets, givin a fuck, runnin them stoplights
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switchin lane, scrapin bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin white walls
And as soon as night falls, I let them hundred spokes crawl
Straight dippin through the city with my riders and dogs
It's Mr. Criminal puttin it down with the homies from Bone Thugs
And these haters get flossed on, these bitches get no love
[Chorus]
[Bizzy:] Nobody's just...
Walking and walking
Thinking on my feet
Anything can happen in the city
But you can't sit down
Building to building
Sheltering from the sky
Knowing there's somebody on the street
That could change my life
You can try on anything for free
Pick up anything you need
And I'm wishing you were here with me
Walking on a city street
Window to window
Filling in the hours
Catching my reflection
In a place I've never been before
Crossing the bridges
Leap the river wide
Knowing not in time
I'll arrive on the other side
You can try on anything for free
Pick up anything you need
And I'm wishing you were here with me
I have been there
I still think of that accident
That dusky street
Looked at me and said be careful
I won’t forget
This place which has no name
Because it’d be
Inside my mind forever
I don’t be afraid
Of that night
Said to myself
Out on the street tonight
There's a million lonely people
And nobody knows why they just can't find a friend
Or maybe a lover or just someone to talk to
Everybody's running hey now, something's got to give
In my life
I've never seen so many
People work so hard to be loved
The pressure's on
Who can beat the champion
Who can beat the system
Who can play their fucking game
While the unfortunate one
Cries out on the street tonight
Kicking at the trash cans hey now
Cussing at the rain
In my life
I've never seen so many
People work so hard to survive
I don't understand
Where my balance was sure
I could reach out my hand
And bring you so much more
More than this half-hearted faith
More than a witness tonight
Maybe next time around
I'll get it right
A purple sky
A yellow field
A deep green ocean
A pretty red rose makes it's way
For what it's worth
And down on the street tonight
I got your picture in my pocket
As I listen to the rumbling of us
Living here on earth
In my life
I've never seen so many
People work so hard
To believe
To survive
To be loved
To stay alive