| Terrariums bowl over a new generation
Until six months ago, Trenton Suntrapak of Fresno, Calif., never had seen a terrarium. Then his girlfriend gave him one as a gift. He marveled at the small plants growing in the open glass cylinder. About 16 inches tall, the container includes a fern in soil, small rocks, moss ground cover and even a tiny house. But as an admirer of Japanese maples, he particularly likes the Ming aralia plant, which reminds him of the Asian trees. "It was a very unique gift," says the 34-year-old. "I thought it was cool. I've tried bonsais and have killed them pretty fast." So far, the plants in the terrarium have thrived under his minimal care. The terrarium sits on his dining room table, where it can get sunlight. "The tree is now growing over the top" of the jar, says Mr. Suntrapak, who waters the plants once a month.
Six teams, five events: May the best cowboys win
It runs deep in your heart and soul," Helen said before he headed into the ring bearing a flag of Texas. "It's a lot of pride. It started with past generations that taught us to be cowboys in the brush." Several cowboys answered cell phones, making last-minute conversations. Fan Leanne Beauxbeannes walked through the crush of horseback riders to wish a friend from Bandera good luck. This was the first South Texas Ranch Rodeo finals held at the Stock Show & Rodeo. The two-hour event showcased the roping and riding skills of working cowboys that help create the mythos of the Wild West. Six five-member teams vied against each other in five events. The events originated in the mid-1800s when cowboys from bordering ranches gathered to show who was the toughest cowhand.
Team Party Crash: 'Radar' Third Issue Party
Nick Denton saunters up with L.A. blogger Mickey Kaus, who, in his long trench coat, looks like he desperately wants to be somebody's Deep Throat. The men start talking about Michael Kinsley and our eyes glaze over. Once they start serious discussion of whether Stuff magazine was "darker" under Greg Gutfeld's reign, we politely excuse ourselves. Also, we feel a bit weird reporting with Denton standing right there. It's a little like how we imagine it would feel to have our parents watching us have sex -- if Denton had any idea who we were. His hair is real. His love is not. With his love of karaoke and his knack for triple-fisting, we can see why NYT metro hottie Nick Confessore is a hit at these kinds of parties. Krucoff: "Si? Chuck? Let's hug it out." We don't know at what point the party turns into a blogger clusterfuck, but we're pretty sure it's around the time Andrew Krucoff shows up, minus his trusty box of "Save Krucoff" buttons.
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