The Greatest Baseball Game Ever Played

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

New York City, May 3, 2016

weather review sky 050316★ Not enough rain was falling, or not big enough drops of it, to justify opening the little green umbrella on the way to preschool. Nor was there enough to convince the four-year-old to take custody of the umbrella for later. The dampness made it chilly outside the clothes and hot inside them. The early rain landed so softly that the puddles on the bare grainy dirt of the tree planters were clear water, like a spring filtered up through sand. A little more than an hour later, it was falling hard enough to stream from the scaffold. It was streaming from the canopy over the subway mouth on Union Square, too. Just beyond that, a dangling little radio played the news under the shelter of the array of  the fivedollaUMbrella man. The spray was blowing too hard for five dollars to have much hope of making a difference. Then it blew even harder. The afternoon dried out but got no more inviting, and in the middle of rush hour a faint drizzle returned. It took effort, under the pall, to see that all around was bright green.

Let's Have A Big Party To Celebrate The Return Of Chest Hair

chesthair“There are different ways to connect to your organic masculinity. Hair is one way to do it.”
Chest hair is in again, you guys! You can stop waxing and shaving and electrolysizing your chests! I know you have felt alienated from your manliness for a while now, but the concerns you couldn’t completely resolve by growing a beard will be fully assuaged by getting that thick thatch of pectoral matting back. My joy in seeing society once more register its approval for a tufted canopy up front is only tempered by my thoughts of those who didn’t make it through to see this happy day. But life is for the living, and the best way to know your alive is to affirm your virility by sharing your gigantic front shag with the rest of the world. I’ve never been prouder to be a man.

All writing is fraud, but menu writing is so over-the-top grasping and pretentious in its fraudulence that it makes regular writing read like our language’s most honest, elucidating prose. #

Laszlo Dancehall, "Channel"


Awl favorite Leon Vynheall has a hand in this one, so it comes pre-recommended. Enjoy. [Via]

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. You must remember: These people don’t know anything more than you do, and they are so obsessed with keeping their seat at the 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.