I'm like a mini rock star on the Upper East Side.
No mini Rock & Republic jeans at $154 a pair; the item's description at eluxury.com ("for the mini style goddess") does not move me.
In support of the Welcome to the Universe Tour, Thirty Seconds to Mars hosted an episode of MTV2's T-Minus Rock on October 25, 2006 at the MTV Studios, Times Square in New York City.
It included humorous jingles and mock commercials between songs, a mini rock opera called "Rael", and "I Can See For Miles".
The mini rock formations were so close together, that if one person had fallen, there would have been a domino effect and it would have been catastrophic.
The energy of Oppi's host, Australian Simon Breakspear, the diverse range of education themed workshops, Sanoma's delicious hospitality, pop-up mini rock concerts, and playful lessons (especially the I.am.angel students in California teaching me how to make my first robot) left me pondering this big picture question - why the hell didn't I pack my blue jeans?
And then there is RM ("Prince") Myshkin, whose biog note starts: "Cream of the Tartars, the artist formerly known as Prince Myshkin … " which packs Dostoevsky, a bad pun and the mini-rock-star all in one neat phrase.
Recorded with a mini-rock combo for whom rough-around-the-edges emotion takes precedence over perfection, Olsen's narrators wonder what has been sacrificed for stability -- another relatively quaint idea these days.
Minus the rock'n'rollers and holy rollers, it's a fairly standard list of everyday American occupations.
SEND ME NO FLOWERS -- This one has suburbia (a minus) but Rock Hudson and no children (a plus).
The playground, which has cost more than seven million dollars, is intended to encourage something like the spontaneous free play that is offered by a demolition site — minus the rock throwing and the forcible impounding of participants.
