Following an online poll in early January, the Ysmen Board of Directors met on January 29 following the regular meeting, reviewed the results, and then voted 5-2 to move the Party to a lunchtime format. Has to be seen to be believed. Be sure to watch to the amazing end. Match each word in the left column with its synonym on the right. To see photos from the Y’s Men Holiday Party on Dec. If you haven’t visited before, it tries to figure out your location based on your internet address. The area computation is done using spherical geometry, so it’s correct for large regions. The lines between points are drawn as great circles, to go along with the spherical area math.
Lines that cross the International Dateline do work, with a small gap in the line. Google Maps applications tend to have problems with the Dateline. Areas that span more than half the globe may display strangely. But the Lazyweb reminded be, so I changed it. 1-sáýirde ótirik aıtyp, aldaý kúná ma? Nege qazir aǵasy men qaryndasy úılene almaıdy? Saıt materıaldaryn qoldaný úshіn sіlteme kórsetý mіndettі. If you know nothing else about Kim Kardashian, you know that she is very, very famous. Some would say that’s all you need to know. Her millions-strong popularity and inescapable media presence have made her grist for think pieces galore.
She is variously seen as a feminist-entrepreneur-pop-culture-icon or a late-stage symptom of our society’s myriad ills: narcissism, opportunism, unbridled ambition, unchecked capitalism. But behind all the hoopla, there is an actual woman — a physical body where the forces of fame and wealth converge. Who isn’t at least a tad curious about the flesh that carries the myth? Unlike most people, she looks exactly the same in person as she does in photographs or on television, with one exception: she is smaller than she appears in images, with tiny, almost doll-like ears and feet and hands. Everything else about her seems amplified, tumescent. Her black hair is thicker than any you have ever seen, her lips fuller, her giant Bambi-eyes larger, their whites whiter, and the lashes that frame them longer. As soon as she arrives at the hostess podium of the Polo Lounge in Beverly Hills, where we meet for our interview, a young fan who appears to be in her late teens or early twenties accosts her. Will you take a selfie with me, Kim?
With its enveloping green leather booths and twinkling white garden lights, the Polo Lounge is a setting that lends itself to intimacy. She leans forward while she talks, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand as though she’s chatting with her closest girlfriend. I love sharing my world with people. Today, a day off, she spent at a pumpkin patch with West, whom she repeatedly calls Kanye — she clearly enjoys saying his name — and their 16-month old daughter, North. It wasn’t long, however, before the paparazzi had surrounded them. The rap on Kim Kardashian is that she has done nothing to merit her fame. But the longer I steep myself in the ambience of her pleasantly languid manner and hologram-perfect looks, the more facile this charge begins to seem. Of course, she has cannily leveraged that fame to build, with her sisters, a beauty-industrial complex, which includes a clothing line, a makeup line, a line of tanning products and seven perfumes. Yet her perceived lack of accomplishment is also, perhaps, an accomplishment in itself.
Kardashian seems to know instinctively that, as Andy Warhol once observed, “When you just see somebody on the street, they can really have an aura. But then when they open their mouth, there goes the aura. Take the stream of small faux-confidences that she offers during the interview. They reveal very little yet foster a sense of closeness. Social media has created a new kind of fame, and Kardashian is its paragon. It is a fame whose hallmark is agreeable omnipresence, which resembles a kind of evenly spread absence, soothing, tranquil and unobjectionable. To mere mortals who occasionally visit the grocery store in yoga pants, her willpower and self-discipline are a marvel.