Mall Grab - Breathing
Club classics like "Love Reigns" and "Breathing" are warehouse worthy. Banging bass, attention grabbing vocals and head bopping melodies are brought together on outgoing tracks, while hints of Calvin Harris and the Orb are found on "Spirit Wave" and this is where Mall Grab hits his stride.
Mall Grab - Breathing
Families can grab a blanket from the concierge desk near the food court and eat picnic-style. The shallow pond is not meant for playing, but Beaudry said she won't be surprised if some children decide to use it to cool off.
"We hope that this can become a place for families that are time-deprived," she said. "This can be a place where they walk around, inside or outside, and spend time together." Copyright 2000 The Denver Post. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.Return to top Just for kids Most everything for kids - shoes, clothes, toys - is clustered near the center of the mall so parents won't have to traverse the mall to visit different stores.
Mall on 54th Street, and: Flourishing in Ruins, and: Under the Power of the Crinoline Isaily Pérez González (bio) Translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez Mall on 54th Street The children disentangled from the family shoallet loose to whirl like dervishesthrow themselves to the fences: look mom no linesand the fathers(actually I mean the men)hands in pockets pull something out:a coin a ticket to launch them to the heavensand when they fall they sometimes screamfrom fear waving: bye-bye look at us momcovered in ice cream they'll get off the artifactsthat simulate the experience we'll never have:a plane a horse a house of mirrors.The obnoxious loud speakers ate the hurdy-gurdy's tonguesand now let out their harangue: come on out buy something come back soonthen they sing awhile.In the middle of the fairon occasion a hand might find youin the crowd it's hard not to touchnot be mistaken.Without turning to see you'll want to grab holdwhose hand could it bebut your mother's reaching out over timeit's just another kid confused.Ten you see the dogin the crowd gulping down popcornin line for hoursbuying a few seconds of that somethingsuddenly you've seen the dog no leashfearfully watching the spaces opened closed by the shoalthat might gobble him up like leftovers [End Page 24] and you have to hold yourself back breathe anyway you canno one needs to knowthat in the middle of night spinning steedsand tiny painted cupsthe earth's come unhinged.
The soundtrack drowns out all the breathing.You've fallen asleep in the middle of the plotwhen attentive eyes follow the floating crinolineon the screen.Someone lights a cigarette and passes it to the one next to himthen another.The smoke could help the animal to hide its predominancebehind the fine grayish columns.Your hand is tiny measured against my handeven sleeping you hold your power like a dead queen.The crinoline's empiretranscends the glass squarebeneath the flannel I rub my musclesevery possible soundis dissonance to the rhythm of your breathingperhaps no one hears but me.If I don't watch myself I'll stretch out a hand toward that silent densitythe bare beginning of your backI admire sideways.You ought to open your eyesso the animal might sleep and I can exhale freelyalongside the sharp cliff.I return to the plotbut desire prefers stranger shapesthan smoke.Desire is a luminous necklacecrushing my throat.I could watch you all night...
My Girlfriend and I are currently on a weeks holiday in Hurghada, Egypt - which is normally nice and sunny except for today which consists of high winds and a sandstorm hence why I am writing this now and not out enjoying the sun! On the evening of Friday 21st April which was the second day of our holiday, we went out to the local mall to have a look round a do a bit of shopping (and get a mega mac meal from Mcdonald's which they do out here)! We had finished our visit and was waiting for a taxi when we realised we had forgotten something. We walked back into the mall to go back to the supermarket when my girlfriend had heard a commotion occurring about 30M from us which I was completely oblivious to. She drew my attention to it and I turned around and I saw a gentleman holding a young child who looked limp and lifeless and he was screaming for help and shouting "he's choking, he's choking, please someone help" in what was clearly a British accent. At this point, I was the furthest person away from the commotion and there was at-least 40-50 other people around including mall security but no-one seemed to step forward or help. I dropped my shopping and ran over to them both.
As I got closer I could see the gentleman was performing abdominal thrusts on the boy and I realised that he was only around 12-18 months old. I had previously done a first aid cause but my certificate has long expired but I remembered that abdominal thrusts on a child that young is a big no no. It was clear the boys father was in panic so I went to grab the boy and said "let me take him" as I feared that abdominal thrusts could cause more damage than good. Much to my surprise, the father let me take his limp and lifeless son from his arms and at this point he wasn't breathing. I checked his mouth and airway and couldn't see anything so it was clear that it was further down his windpipe. I tried a couple of back thrusts but was conscious the boy had already been through quite traumatic abdominal thrusts. When this was unsuccessful it was clear whatever it was wasn't going to be dislodged. His mother watching on in hysterics whilst holding what transpired to be the boys younger brother (approx 4 years old) and the father screaming for an ambulance and begging for someone to save his little boy. I had turned him in my arms as I was about to put him on the floor to start CPR. When I turned him, he rattled and started rasping and coughed and much to my relief, started breathing again albeit very laboured. I told his father he was breathing and to calm down. My priority then was to keep his airway open, keep him breathing and wait for an ambulance to arrive.
Minutes felt like hours and an ambulance didn't show but the boy was still breathing as I held him. It was then decided that they would take him to hospital by Taxi as the father couldn't wait any longer. The father took him from me and rushed outside to a taxi. I shouted for him to keep him tilted so he could breath and I was going to jump in the taxi with him. I then remembered his mother so ran back to help her. She was running out with the pram and their other child. By this time the taxi with the father and boy had left. She understandably broke down and tried to console and reassure here. She got in the next taxi. Again, I was going to join her but by the time I'd got my bags from inside they had gone.
They crept self-consciously from the car to the trailer like a pair of movie burglars until they reached the three steps leading up to the door. Edgar was in front. Tyree followed, breathing hotly down his neck.
But she also quickly learned how to get the most out of the WI when it was installed. Many days would pass as she dreamily wandered through rainforests, coral reefs, deserts and mountains, only seeing her actual worksite for five minutes each morning and evening. Sometimes she would take in historic boxing matches--she had ringside seats three different times to see the second Ali-Frazier fight. The Louis-Schmelling bout was another favorite. Once in a while she'd go to the opera, or maybe a musical, but it was easy to find actual shows around town so she preferred to explore history, or at least that sugar-coated collection of skimpy, implausible fairy tales they called WIstory. She once visited a simulation of A. Mitchell Palmer and J. Edgar Hoover discussing the nationwide arrest of 10,000 radical workers on January 3, 1920, many of whom were later deported without any due process. The self-congratulatory cigars and excited fidgeting of Hoover had fascinated her even as it repelled her, and she had tried to kick over the table but found she was locked out of any real interaction. Angie later found a way to place Emma Goldman in the room and within minutes she had both men sputtering mad, turning red, trying to grab Emma as she gave them a good dose of her rage and passionate convictions but escaping every grope and reach. This was fun until Angie brought in Louise Bryant and they behaved exactly the same way and it was clear that the behavioral possibilities were in fact very limited. Later experiments revealed that they could only have 3 different ranges of emotional response, which upon further reflection, wasn't much worse than most people!
Slowly he inched forward, almost hovering behind a small blue sports car. To his right a huge truck was heading to a superstore, and on his left a tour bus sped towards gambling success in the desert, boxing him in cozily. Traffic was really slow today, but Herb didn't mind. In fact, he had just installed the Red Light/Green Light Traffic Delay Simulator after downloading it from the Job Survival Library at his local Telecommuter Bulletin Board, and he was really pleased at the realism.
I stopped by once, to ask his advice about some thing I was going to buy, I forget what. His eyes never left the screen as he waved me to sit down and wait. He leaned forward, punching furiously at his calculator pad and then typing in prices, styles and sizes, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. When he sent his order and waited for the displays to arrive to his screen, he clutched a SuperBigGulp'oFizz and sucked on the straw so hard he turned purple.
"Please," he said, turning to me at last, "will you see if any of this fits you? It's such a hassle to return things that don't fit and I can see that they messed up my order again. They always send 'em too small! But you might fit something. If not, would you be so kind as to put it in that closet in the hallway?" 041b061a72