“Most importantly, love your coupled-off, shacked-up, married friends. When they worry about you, or don’t invite you to dinner parties, or get mad that you brought that perverted lesbian as your plus-one, they probably don’t remember their halcyon, ice-cream-cake-in the-pubes days. They have smashed that frosted lotus in each other’s faces. When they look at you with their head cocked to the side, and wonder if they “know anybody for you,” remember that it’s coming from a good place. Your friends love you and want you to find a good home, just like an antique credenza or a sweet-natured pitbull with an expensive kind of blinding diabetes, who gets called Bumpy at the no-kill shelter, on account of him always running into things.”—Don’t Be The Worst: How to Be Single: Men’s Lives: GQ
“I love how Mike doesn’t want to go to nursing school or law school or get married or write a memoir, but that he wants to start his own artisanal custom furniture business. That’s not Tampa, that’s Portland.”—Bubbles reviews Magic Mike (2012)
“You always think that a bolt of lightning is going to strike and your parents will magically change into the people you wish they were or back into the people they used to be. But they’re never going to. And even though you know they’re never going to, you still hope they will.”—New Yorker
“Lowe: The biggest problem I always faced was: How am I going to give you a happy ending? How do I make this story end yet again where this guy actually gets laid. Look at him! No woman would want to have sex with Larry! What kind of a challenge did I set up for myself? It was easy to do the parts where they would belittle him. That all came easily. The trouble was always coming up with that happy ending.”—Funny People: Al Lowe, Leisure Suit Larry creator | Interview | The Gameological Society
“The other morning Mr. Winslow — who now divides his time between Solana Beach, Calif., and a ranch near the old mining town of Julian — took a walking tour of his old turf, marveling at how much it has changed. No prostitutes, no porn palaces, no crack vials underfoot. “They used to crunch under your shoes like clamshells,” he recalled.”—Don Winslow on ‘Savages’ and ‘The Kings of Cool’ - NYTimes.com
“Word of “Up w/Chris Hayes” has spread beyond a few hundred punk fans. In less than a year on television (and with a chirpy voice, a weakness for gesticulation and a tendency to drop honors-thesis words like “signifier” into casual conversation), Mr. Hayes has established himself as Generation Y’s wonk prince of the morning political talk-show circuit.”—
“It is a place where Occupy Wall Street protesters bang drums instead of looking for jobs, Transportation Security Administration agents willingly violate grandmothers and toddlers, and the “War on Christmas” never stands at a cease-fire.”—
WAIT WAIT WAIT… I’m a crackpot because I think the TSA is terrible?
“In the fall of 2007, Dylan Tichenor, who edited “Brokeback Mountain,” was hired to cut a two-hour version of the film. Gilbert was pleased with the results; Lonergan was not. What resulted was the classic “I have giant piles of money and am paying for you to make your ‘art,’ but I’ve lost all patience with you and have therefore hired another guy to cut the movie even though you have the implicit authority to reject that cut, and now everything has turned to poison” Hollywood standoff.”—Kenneth Lonergan’s Thwarted Masterpiece - NYTimes.com
“Cannabis is often described as the “cash crop” of Mexican cartels because it grows abundantly in the Sierras and requires no processing. But it’s bulkier than cocaine, and smellier, which makes it difficult to conceal. So marijuana tends to cross the border far from official ports of entry. The cartel makes sandbag bridges to ford the Colorado River and sends buggies loaded with weed bouncing over the Imperial Sand Dunes into California. Michael Braun, the former chief of operations for the D.E.A., told me a story about the construction of a high-tech fence along a stretch of border in Arizona. “They erect this fence,” he said, “only to go out there a few days later and discover that these guys have a catapult, and they’re flinging hundred-pound bales of marijuana over to the other side.” He paused and looked at me for a second. “A catapult,” he repeated. “We’ve got the best fence money can buy, and they counter us with a 2,500-year-old technology.”—How a Mexican Drug Cartel Makes Its Billions - NYTimes.com
“My job is not to shock you that this is a twist in the story that Lane kills himself. It’s working on a bunch of levels: Ohmigod, are they really going to get rid of this character? For me, there was a great storytelling piece there, which is that he fails and then you forget about it. But his hostile act and what that does to Don, that’s the story I’m trying to tell. If you can see everything I do coming, if you can see everything coming — at the end of season 1, I heard from people who said they could tell Peggy was pregnant by the end of episode 3. And I was like, “Look, you know what? If you’re that far ahead of it, then you’re probably not enjoying it. I’m fine with that. Don’t watch it.”—Mad Men creator Matthew Weiner talks Peggy, Joan, sci-fi and more about season 5
“But while I was writing protest chants (“We like to eat/fried rice and such/but Hakkasan charges/much too much”), I began to see that the idea was flawed. People might conclude that the problem with Hakkasan is that its prices are too high, and that’s not right. The real problem is that its prices are too high for extremely restrained portions of food that is, in too many cases, about as interesting as a box of paper clips.”—Hakkasan New York, in Midtown - NYTimes.com
“On a recent morning at Murtala Muhammed Airport in Lagos, a pilot for a leading Nigerian carrier opened up about his fears. He will not board his company’s aging Boeing 737s, he said, because they are not maintained properly. Maintenance, he said, is a joke. Safety inspectors have been bribed, he asserted. Pilots have engaged in eccentric behavior in the cockpit, jeopardizing the lives of passengers, he said. Finished with his indictment, the pilot left to fly his plane.”—
Oh, and don’t check your bags, what with the people breaking into the cargo hold AS THE PLANE TAXIS ON THE RUNWAY.
“The very first chicken, Clarabelle, dated to the late 1950s, when the fair was across the street at 7-9 Mott Street, according to the book “Manhattan’s Chinatown” by Daniel Ostrow. Clarabelle did not play tick-tack-toe there, apparently picking up the game some time after the fair moved to its current home at 8 Mott Street. The arcade also featured its share of dancing chickens, but they merely provided entertainment; the tick-tack-toe-playing chickens offered a challenge and the faint hope of a reward: a bag of fortune cookies to the player who managed to defeat the chicken. “We go a week sometimes and nobody beats a chicken,” said Bunky Boger, an animal trainer from Lowell, Ark., who is the best-known source of tick-tack-toe-playing chickens.”—Chinatown Fair Returns, but Without Chicken Playing Tick-Tack-Toe - NYTimes.com
“Ms. Fleiss, Ms. Roney and Ms. Gugnani all have husbands with high-powered jobs, so there are no stay-at-home fathers to take charge of their households. On the other hand, financial resources for child care are ample.”—
Right, it’s really hard to balance the babysitter and a job and a big apartment. NYT needs to find real humans or put this in the style section.
“No, definitely not a dustbuster. (Also, honestly, what’s a dustbuster?) Anyway, the answer is there is no answer. Or perhaps the answer … is in the question. No, there is no answer. We are all doomed to live in floaty, clingy nests of our own hair forever. All our loved ones are, too, until they no longer love us, which may be tomorrow. Next question.”—
I love everything about this. (The post, not vacuum hair)
“(Many disclosures here: Hsieh is an investor in PandoDaily, and Paul Carr’s company Not Safe For Work Corp. My husband is also the director of photography for The Downtown Project, and I spend roughly a week a month living inside Hsieh’s grand experiment.)”—
Was hanging in downtown Vegas last night and the overall vibe from people on the Zappos undertaking was positive. At Downtown Cocktail Room, in fact, Zappos is their landlord. All very cool. This is a LOT of disclosure but it speaks to how tightly integrated the startup scene is Vegas is. I hope, anyway.
“I was in a car with him once, driving to the airport from a campaign event in which he had expressed his support for South Carolina shrimpers who wanted to ban the import of Vietnamese shrimp. I asked him whether voters of the Red Lobster persuasion would be willing to pay the far higher price of home-caught shrimp. And when he waved the point away, I asked him about the trade implications, and what it would mean to the Vietnamese shrimp farmers. Edwards stared out the window and finally drawled: “You really care a whole lot about shrimp, don’t you?”—John Edwards and the Shrimp - NYTimes.com