“If you Google a list of “best action films” you’ll get a hodgepodge of genres, including buddy-cop movies (“Lethal Weapon”), dystopian sci-fi (“The Matrix”), martial-arts flicks (“Enter the Dragon”), matinee thrillers (“Raiders of the Lost Ark”) and movies like “The Bourne Identity,” which belong to a subgenre I like to call American Tourist Anxiety. (In these movies, a confused American runs around the great cities of Europe yelling at befuddled foreigners to tell him who he is, where he can find his loved ones and just what the hell is going on. See also: Liam Neeson in both “Taken” and “Unknown.”)”—How the American Action Movie Went Kablooey - NYTimes.com
“Then there is the long-held perception that the city will prevail in any dispute decided in Albany — and, worse, that people downstate belittle rural dwellers. People here still recall a 1984 Playboy magazine interview in which Edward I. Koch, then New York’s mayor, scoffed at country people in “gingham” dresses and “Sears Roebuck” suits.”—In Ulster County, Fury at New York City Over Muddy Creek - NYTimes.com
“We were shooting this movie—which is a horrible movie—and he was supposed to come back from the dead. And he of course, Gary Busey, supposedly had done this—he’d been in an accident and died and came back. He showed up on a set made to look like Heaven, and he looked around and said, “I can’t play this scene.” They were three days behind at this point. But Busey said, “It’s nothing like this. I’ve been to Heaven and it doesn’t look like this. That sofa’s all wrong. That mirror is ridiculous. They don’t even have mirrors!”—Curtis Armstrong | Film | Random Roles | The A.V. Club Toronto
“Tebow is a messier subject, a stickier surface for projected meaning. He attracts the sports fan who believes, against all evidence and track record, that heart alone matters against intelligence, talent ceilings and context. These things are believed first, and then thought, and then attached to a hope that becomes deeply personal. His attachment with evangelicals is bottomless, and with good reason. They adore him for the same reason I love Willie Nelson: shared values, a common feeling with his background and policy agreements on substance abuse and sex. Like sports, it’s a matter of team loyalty and identity politics. In a lot of cases, those are one and the same.”—Thinking (And Not Believing) About The Future Of Tim Tebow - SBNation.com
“All told, these variables, along with the extra coffee required for cold-brewing, add up to a goods cost of about 80 cents (and that doesn’t include milk, of which Rubenstein estimates customers use 20 percent more during the Iced Season). That means owners must charge at least $3 to keep their margins healthy. Those who charge less are consigning their iced coffee to be much less profitable. “For years, I was afraid to ask my customers for more than $2.50,” says Kenneth Nye, the owner of Ninth Street Espresso. “Until I realized that, every summer, my coffee-bean bills would skyrocket, and sales [revenues] would increase, but my grosses weren’t following it.” He now charges three dollars, his margins are even, and no customers have complained.”—The Iced-Coffee Economy: Why the Cold Stuff Costs More — Grub Street New York
“You look at something like that and you say ‘Wow! This is not just a Monday Morning Mistake on a production line. There is something deeper here,’ ” said Gene Doub, a former air-crash investigator for the NTSB, about the kind of failure the board had found in the case of Flight 812. Pat Duggins, a member of the Aviation Safety Institute with 28 years of experience in the industry, agreed. He told me: “It is impossible for this to have happened on just one airplane, it’s not a flash in the pan. The production regime and the maintenance-checking regimes are failing.”—Is Boeing’s 737 an Airplane Prone to Problems? - The Daily Beast
“As a young man, he studied entomology at the University of Oklahoma before moving to California to try to earn a living. There he joined the Army Air Corps, as it was then known, in 1940. His exploits in the cockpit — which included flying the nearly 80 miles from his base near Novato, Calif., to Sacramento upside down simply because he could —earned him the nickname Wildman.”—James Morehead, World War II Flying Ace, Dies at 95 - NYTimes.com
“Swaine Adeney Brigg has spent the last two-and-a-half centuries carefully balancing tradition and innovation. It is responsible for quintessentially British icons like the whangee-handled Brigg umbrella, as well as modern classics like Indiana Jones’s special bullwhip and James Bond’s red, sheepskin-lined attaché case featured in From Russia With Love. Not to mention it’s often credited with inventing the color “London Tan.”—The Outfitter of Kings, Spies, and Adventurers - Businessweek (via fortnighternew)
“Maybe SXSW is becoming like NYU. You can learn anything. The professors are brilliant. But the temptation to drop everything and hit the Village or the Lower East Side or the meat packing district is fierce. Why should I go to a panel when I can see Cults play down the street with free beer and tacos and I can get there in a free pedicab? I SHOULD go to class, but… tacos! And so I find myself on the verge of turning into the curmudgeonly old granddad, retired and happy, hanging out in the sun with a margarita, having only attended two years of college, haranguing his grandkids at NYU to make sure they attend all their classes. Cake Shop is cool, sure, but CBGBs was cooler—and even so, I should have been going to class. And you should too. You could be learning something real and good from those fine people.”—Strange Memories on This Nervous Night at SXSW | Betabeat — News, gossip and intel from Silicon Alley 2.0.
“Who wants to expose their hearts on the Internet? Who wants to admit — except in some deeply ironic way — that they really and truly like something? Who wants to lay bare their enthusiasm, open it up to the boots of cynics and skeptics and snarkers? Much better to start a “Fire Rex Ryan” Web site … or poke fun at Yuni Betancourt. I think this is the really cool thing about little kids: They don’t know enough yet to be cynical or overprotective. A couple of weeks ago, we took our girls — ages 7 and 10 now — to Myrtle Beach for the second time. If you haven’t been, Myrtle Beach is kind of the Olive Garden of beaches. It is crowded and commercial and overstuffed with miniature golf courses with pirate and dinosaur themes and tee-shirt shops and gaudy seafood restaurants with giant inflatable lobsters on the rooftop. The girls love it.* They do not love it in spite of all that commercialism. They love it BECAUSE of all that commercialism. They love the fake shark teeth necklaces. They love the inflatable shell fish. They love the small strips of sand. They love the miniature golf — wow, do they love the miniature golf. We played one of those pirate miniature golf courses where every other hole has a little spinner board that gives you rules for that hole (Hit off one leg; block your opponent for one shot; take one off your score, etc.). They could not have had more fun on the beach in Rio.”—
“Migas are a traditional dish in Spanish cuisine. Originally eaten as a breakfast that made use of leftover bread or tortas, today, migas are a fashionable first course served for lunch and dinner in restaurants in Spain. Some historical sources associate the origins of this dish to the Ashkenazi Jewish dish matzah brei.”—
I knew it! Jews even came up with the best tex-mex food, somehow.
“You could argue that the Seamus story puts Romney in a more human context. This is not just a quarter-billionaire with approximately the same gift for the common touch as Scrooge McDuck. This is a real person. A person who once drove to Canada with the family dog tied to the roof of the car.”—Dogging Mitt Romney - NYTimes.com
“After a few days in New York it’s clear that kale is the new water – people seemingly can’t live without the rubbery greens. Just as everyone in the US is in fear of being caught out by a flash drought and insists on carrying a litre of water around with them at all times, it’s also essential that all restaurants serve kale with everything. Why? I understand that every leaf has its moment, but the kale creep has become a plague that no one seems to question.”—
“On the staircase at the Special Forces Club in Piccadilly he would identify each agent’s photograph, and retail their fate. His fund of behind-the-lines anecdote was precisely weighed and briskly told: of X, who crossed the Pyrenees on crutches; of Y, who ate plastic explosive in the dark, mistaking it for chocolate; of Z, whose fiddlings with a Morse key were unfortunately overheard by a German corporal in the next cell.”—M.R.D. Foot, historian of secrets, died on February 18th, aged 92. Our obituary remembers him. (via theeconomist)