If Albert Einstein was right, Cal Ripken should have been a CEO or politician rather than a shortstop, because Ripken led by example over and over. . . and over again.
I'm not going to call a dog "Dog. " I suppose if she were a baby you'd cal her "Person. "
Cal Ripken is steady, he focuses on his job, and he's a good guy.
My view of myself as an artist expanded because of the time I spent at Cal Arts.
Pizza! Hockey! Destroy!" -Cal
Because we are no different from any animal, any insect or germule. We are not special, Cal. You, me, we all came from nothing, and that's exactly where we're all going one day, maybe soon, whether we like it or not.
What i'm trying to tell you," Min said, "is that im going to grow up to be one of those chubby old ladies. It's in my genes. Like self raising flour. i'm going to pouf. " "thats going to work out well for me," Cal said. "because i'm going to grow up to be one of those horny old men who chases chubby old ladies around the couch.
And in this moment, I realize one reason it's so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.
For quite some time, I have wanted to live on the central coast of California and get more involved at Cal Poly, my alma mater; spend more time with my wife and sons; travel to interesting parts of the world; and something I have wanted to do for years-- finish the requirements for my pilot's license.
But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. . . . And all that cal.
They can shout down the head of the physics department at Cal Tech.
Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.
So, destroy?" Cal asked. Clearly, the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious workout.
This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might cal it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at out tables long after they have gone.
Destroy them later?" Cal offered, which was probably as close to friendly as he ever got.
It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now. ' 'Why are you saying that?' 'She might need permission to die, Cal. ' 'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.
Me: “Ngh” Cal: “Well put. ”. . . . . . Every Boy's Got One
I went to Cal Arts and AFI, and I worked on 'Bonfire Of The Vanities. ' I got this grant from the Academy to be Brian De Palma's apprentice director. And it was such a harrowing, disillusioning, awful experience.
When I was in high school in the '50s you were supposed to be an Elvis Presley, a James Dean, a Marlon Brando or a Kingston Trio type in a button-down shirt headed for the fraternities at Stanford or Cal.
Well, you won't unless you come to lunch with me," Cal said. "I'm holding it for ransom. There's a gun to its heel right now. " "I have lunch at my desk," Min began, and thought,Oh, for crying out loud, could I beany more pathetic ? "Emilio is experimenting with a lunch menu. He needs you. I need you.
