This intriguing bit of context about the oil spill points out that the environmental effects of the gulf oil spill might not be as bad as thought, mainly because the gulf coast was already in pretty shitty shape to begin with.
Münchausen by Internet is a pattern of behavior in which Internet users seek attention by feigning illnesses in online venues such as chat rooms, message boards, and Internet Relay Chat (IRC).
As manipulation is integral to most cases, the need to control others to feel as if the perpetrator is in control of his or her own life is apparent, as is the pre-existence of underlying personality disorders. Many people who present factitious disorders crave sympathy and support because it was notably absent in childhood.
Milch said he likes to think of “Deadwood” as a way of speaking to “McCabe and Mrs. Miller” across time, answering one work of art with another. ”I think that everything you write is part of a conversation with everything you’ve read and seen,” Milch said. “I answer Mr. Altman’s work because I have an affinity for it. St. Paul is my guy, in terms of saying that idea of community is central to understanding, and that we mistake our deepest nature if we fail to realize that we are part of some larger organism. The illusion of individuality is probably more pernicious than any other…The failure of certain individuals to explore that fact is the source of their tragedy.”
Such is the state of the media business these days: frantic and fatigued. Young journalists who once dreamed of trotting the globe in pursuit of a story are instead shackled to their computers, where they try to eke out a fresh thought or be first to report even the smallest nugget of news — anything that will impress Google algorithms and draw readers their way.
People that truly care about children know that minutes wasted protesting an abortion clinic are minutes that could be used to help the millions of children in the world that lack healthcare and education. These protestors don’t care about children, or women, or the true responsibilities of their faith.
“But never has it been laid more bare, and never did it feel so empty. It felt like a break, the moment when the tide crested, when we looked at the games, and their players, and ourselves, and wondered: Why in the world are we watching these awful people? It was a question impossible to answer.
And the fear is that we won’t be the same. The fear is that we’ve truly seen the ugly, dark heart of sports, and we won’t be able to come back. It feels extremely stupid to be a sports fan. It feels pointless. None of this felt harmless tonight. And we allowed this to happen. Perhaps this is what we deserve. Perhaps this will be good for us, all of us.”—Will Leitch, writing on how the LeBron free angency buildup and crass attention mongering has sundered the veil of sports idealism to reveal the manipulative relationship between athletes and there fans. A must read for anyone burnt out on this shit and considering reading books on Saturday instead of going to football games.
“But there’s a normal way of doing things, and there’s the dick way of doing things, and making your own free agency a two-year drama capped off with a variety show directed by Senor Spielbergo falls squarely in the purview of FLAMING FUCKING DICK MOVES.”—
If Nirvana was the Harry Potter of the ’90s, tortured and insecure about its stature, then Pavement was the decade’s Hermione Granger. Their cultural elitism (“Range Life”), famous Scrabble skills, and general uppityness annoyed some (Courtney Love called Malkmus “the Grace Kelly of indie rock”), but who likes settling for less? When Cobain and company were busy dropping out of high school and covering the Pacific Northwest with “God is Gay” graffiti, the Pavement lads were attending a college founded by Thomas Jefferson and working at the Whitney Museum of Art. I’m not saying one path is better than the other, but I am saying that one will win you a hotter girlfriend.
So… I guess we’ll be needing a new AD pretty soon.
BONUS SEXY INFO!
The trooper, who noted that Evans had a pair of red panties in between his legs, asked the athletic director “what her panties were doing in his side of the seat. He stated, ‘She took them off and I held them because I was just trying to get her home.’ “
Hmmm… makes sense to me!
Man, it is this type of stuff that makes congressmen not want to give money to UGA.
Between this and the new National album, it’s a good year for old sad bastard music.
Between hearing recent previews of Mark Kozelek’s new album under the Sun Kil Moon moniker, Admiral Fell Promises, and José González’s Red Dead Redemption track “Far Away,” I’m pretty sure that solo nylon acoustic guitars backing reverb-drenched vocals will never fail to conjure up a…