The Greatest Baseball Game Ever Played

How Bugs Bunny did not beat the The Gashouse Gorillas in 1946

In any reasonable world the frequency with which our ludicrously self-important political handicappers prove themselves incompetent at the only skill with which they are supposed to have any facility would result in shame, scorn and termination. As it is these same puffed-up “analysts” are going to get another bite at the apple with a series of “I was wrong about Trump—here’s why” pieces and then pivot so quickly to issuing predictions once more that you will forget they apologized in the first place. Please remember: These people don’t know anything more than you do, and they are so obsessed with keeping their seat at they table—no matter how far that table is from the center of the room—that they are actually more blinkered and prone to error than you are. Plus you at least have the good sense to shut your stupid mouth every now and again. God, why aren’t you doing our horse race coverage? It would be so much better. Please do me a favor and get one of those gigs.#

I Love Serial Entertainment And So Can You

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A friend who works in the movie business was ranting about the popularity of television and waxing nostalgic about the seventies, when his preferred medium was culturally ascendant. When I asked him why he thought television had dethroned film as the mass medium that matters, he answered that it offered a higher potential return on investment.

It takes an episode or two for a television viewer to meet the main characters, get the gist of a new show, and decide whether or not she likes it. If she doesn’t, she can drop it; if she does, she can look forward to a full season or even several seasons of programming. In exchange for an hour, she might secure dozens or even hundreds of hours of entertainment. Movies don’t work that way. At the end of a positive 90-minute experience, the still-hungry film viewer has no choice but to move on to another, self-contained work of art, which she may or may not find as pleasurable. Calculating enjoyment in terms of time, there’s no chance of a jackpot payoff.

We don’t binge on television because we like it, we like television—more than movies—because we can binge on it.

Soundscan Surprises Week Ending 4/28

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16. BATMAN SOUNDTRACK 5,938 copies

63. JETHRO TULL AQUALUNG 2,033 copies

70. SUMMER*DONNA ON THE RADIO 1,955 copies

80. SANTANA PLAYLIST: THE VERY BEST OF SANTANA 1,803 copies

100. DAVIS*MILES KIND OF BLUE 1,625 copies

107. DENVER*JOHN BEST OF JOHN DENVER LIVE 1,582 copies

144. DR. DRE CHRONIC 1,363 copies

166. LOPEZ*JENNIFER DANCE AGAIN…THE HITS 1,236 copies

 

Just so we’re all clear, the Batman soundtrack is a Prince album, and this is what spots 1-13 look like:

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(Previously.)

Pandemics, asteroids, nuclear war, and sudden, destructive climate change”—one of these things might take us out as a species, but there’s nothing to stop you from getting greedy and wishing for all of them at the same time.#

Mary Lattimore, "For Billy"


Would you like to start out your morning with 15 minutes of ominous harp music inspired by the latest work from the guy who did The Disintegration Loops? Wait, come back! Listen, I know it sounds like something that would only be preferable to an extended session of eyeball extraction, but the music in question is by harpist Mary Lattimore, whose At the Dam has been one of the unexpected delights of the year thus far, and Disintegration Loops guy’s The Deluge is probably the best thing he’s done since he got lucky with those melting tapes. Anyway, let’s be honest: From here on out your mornings are going to get progressively more ominous all the way up until November, if not beyond; at least with harp music you can kid yourself into thinking you’re headed to heaven. Enjoy.

New York City, May 2, 2016

weather review sky 050216★★ The fog was enough to leave the view faded but not erased; the damp chill was not quite so damp as to threaten rain. Hardly anyone needed to be threatened by this point. Maybe the one man on the downtown platform in bare ankles and white sneakers, or the other in slate-blue suede shoes. The fog lightened still more, to a spectral unclearness on the air. The sky went from gray to white, and people intermittently cast shapeless shadows on the gum-flecked pavement. Then, with the day all but used up, the sky went on over to blue, if not clear blue.

I Can't See How This Anne Frank Virtual Reality Film Might Be A Bad Idea

Stop Selling Your Body For Clicks

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I want all of the perks of being rich, without having any money. I want all of the benefits of exercise, without lifting a knee. I deserve a gift registry, even though I am not getting married. I should be allowed to take time off, despite the fact that I am neither ill nor bereaved. I should be treated fairly, even though no one else is. I want to make my boyfriend three hundred sandwiches and I don’t want anyone to judge me for it. I want to be both old and young at the same time. I should be able to drive on driveways and park on parkways. I want to get away to a remote tropical location but also always know what everyone is saying about me and each other online. I want to get a tan but I never want wrinkles or skin cancer. I want to eat my cake, and then eat another slice, and then eat the whole rest of the cake without any of it hitting my caloric bottom line. I want the New York Post to stop pandering to the outrage machine but I also want to be entertained. I want to write about how takes are bad but without it being a take. I just want everyone to love me. Is that too much to ask?

If you have not yet come across Fluxblog’s survey of the 1980s I highly recommend that you check it out. It’s currently down to 1983, and as an Actual Old Person who was There At The Time I can personally guarantee that it was almost exactly like this, only more poignant because of the very real threat of nuclear annihilation that haunted our every waking moment.#