"Because 'Rush' is set in the ’70s, he also watched and rewatched 'Gimme Shelter,' the 1970 Rolling Stones documentary, which may account for why, in yet another departure, 'Rush,' which was shot by Anthony Dod Mantle (who won an Oscar for 'Slumdog Millionaire'), has something Mr. Howard’s movies, practically interchangeable in their straightforward, un-fancy cinematography are seldom known for: a look." —This is like watching someone walk a wire; you hold your breath until they make it safely to the other side.
This "plain English" account of today's 5-4 Supreme Court decision in Shelby County v. Holder—the big Voting Rights Act case this term—pretty much tells me that I am not smart enough to be allowed to vote, because I can't even understand a simple summary. I guess we beat the boss level of racism? So let's be happy about that, if that's what we decided. But as I said, I can't really tell.
"When scientific learning began to eclipse religion as the more reliable explainer of the mysteries of life, our view of the world flattened out—we went from looking to the sky for answers, to looking here on earth. In the absence of divine authority, our perspective, individual human perspective, became as important as anything else. Picasso was able to see this, with his crazy giant eyes, more clearly than other people. And so began to paint the world exactly as he saw it—as a collection of two-dimensional geometric shapes, like planes of broken glass, splintered and warped and shifting with the viewer’s relative position to the object in sight. The world, [...]
What does your handwriting say about you? SPOILER: Nothing. Which is probably good, because when is the last time you spent any time writing anything by hand? Didn't you cramp up in like thirty seconds because your wrist was all, "What? I thought we GOT OUT OF THIS BUSINESS!" Anyway, if you're in France you might not get a job because you have bad handwriting, but you probably have bigger problems, what with being French and all.
"Yes, a meteor or comet was the death blow. But the giant lizards were already in trouble when the impact came. Giant herbivores that reached 80 tons had deforested more and more land and had to go far and wide for food. The predators and scavengers that lived off of them struggled to keep up. It wasn’t exactly good times before the sky would go dark and the volcanoes would erupt." —This must be from an article about … dinosaurs? No, not literal dinosaurs. Some kind of change in habits or industry, perhaps a "game changer" of some kind? Maybe it's about Windows 7, or Windows 8, or? Let's [...]
As it turns out, we won't be able to properly judge whether or not Tom Friedman was right about that whole invading Iraq thing until "9 months and 21 years" after the invasion, so let's all check back here in December, 2024 and see how things turned out.
"Do you really think you’re better than the porn industry, beauty pageant industry? At least porn has the decency to admit it’s built on the backs of amateurs and screws everyone over. Meanwhile three-year-olds are wearing dentures so they can have that perfect smile and you make them pay for the privilege of treading your filthy middle-school auditorium stages." —Miss Delaware has been "de-throned" for doing the wrong kind of self-branding promotional videos.
"When we turned the American dream into a dream about materialism, we disheartened our young, who now are forced to achieve what we've defined as success in a straitened economy," says Ronald Reagan's chief speechwriter.
"A man's guide on 'getting awesome with women' is being slammed as a how-to guide for rapists after disturbing excerpts of the yet-to-be published book were uncovered through social media."
"[A] political campaign against sexual assault in the military… shows signs of becoming an effort to criminalize male sexuality."
"I did not learn to cook, either. Instead I have become a superior dinner guest. I am wonderful to have at your side while you cook, particularly if you give me a glass of wine, and also to have sit at your table, because I will appreciate your food in a deep, emotional and highly verbal way." —Awl pal Jami Attenberg reminds us that the key ingredient in chicken noodle soup is "guilt." In other news, her wonderful novel The Middlesteins has been picked up by German publishing company Schoffling & Co. It's fun to imagine the conversations at the office about how to handle the retitling of [...]
"During her 11-year reign, Thatcher was the politician who British musicians (and a few non-Brits) of many stripes—ska, punk, rock, New Wave, folk, reggae, even electronic dance music—loved to hate. The vitriolic song titles alone—never mind the lyrics—left listeners in no doubt about the depth of loathing: The English Beat's 'Stand Down Margaret'; Heaven 17's '(We Don't Need This) Fascist Groove Thang'; Klaus Nomi's 'Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead'; The Specials' 'Ghost Town'; The Varukers' 'Thatcher's Fortress'; the Larks' 'Maggie Maggie Maggie (Out Out Out)'; Morrissey's 'Margaret on the Guillotine'; and Elvis Costello's 'Tramp the Dirt Down.'" —English music about loathed politicians has always been so much [...]
"'We tell ourselves stories in order to live,' Joan Didion wrote in 'The White Album.'" —Man, did she ever! Look, Joan Didion is great and all. I'm glad her genius has been acknowledged in her lifetime, so that she is aware of just how appreciated she is. And it's terrific that her ability to transform our seemingly ineffable motivations into pithy expressions of undeniable truth is so [...]
America, In A Very Real Sense, Is Waiting All Day For A Sunday Night That Never Comes, Or, At Least, Comes Only For Those At The Top Of A Ladder They're Increasingly More Successful At Pulling Up Behind Them
When South Africa hosted the World Cup, the European Press was filled with denunciations of this choice, because surely “a developing nation” wouldn’t have the wherewithal to host an event of such status and magnitude. What does the thirty-four-minute blackout—caused by too much electricity—say about this country? Have we overdeveloped or are we actually undeveloping? Are we the player, so pumped up on steroids that we can barely squeeze out of their jerseys or are we the player so decimated by repeated blows to the head, we need help remembering the names of our family? We’re both: two Americas defined by structural inequality and the withering of the idea that [...]
"There was no 'Arab Spring.' Conservative columnists originally cooked up the term in 2005 to describe a non-event that they imagined was taking place in the Arab world as a result of George W. Bush's 'Freedom Agenda.' That Arab Spring did not live up to its hype, nor did democracy come to Egypt, Saudi Arabia, and yes, Iraq and Lebanon, where its cheerleaders had breathlessly predicted it would. The term was forgotten, then resurrected in 2011 after a string of uprisings that were in some ways similar and in other ways disparate broke out in the Arab world. 'Arab Spring' is an unfortunate turn of phrase: By drawing on [...]
"Hi-Collar is currently serving coffee roasted by Porto Rico Importing Co., one of the oldest of old-guard New York coffee companies. I would consider this to be archetypically dark-roasted 2nd wave coffee, which is to say, it’s something of an outlier for the kinds of cafes we typically write about on Sprudge, and certainly not what I usually choose to drink. But the siphon I ordered at Hi-Collar was excellently prepared; called the Tokyo Blend (Porto Rico is somewhat blend-mad), my coffee was initially dominated by carbolic roast flavors, before opening up into a pronounced hard caramel and nutty sweetness, which mellowed into a nice toffee with the gentle addition [...]
"'Socializing' a cat that’s been living on the streets takes a tremendous amount of commitment, and many are beyond it—as Ludacris says, you can’t turn a ho into a housewife—and there are too many of them for the shelters to take in and let linger."
This article about R.E.M.'s Mike Mills and his fondness for fantasy sports does so well up until the last sentence. WHY? There was no need to go there. Tsk etc.
"In the book, I tell a story about the day that my father brought home the news that he’d been diagnosed with terminal cancer. I was a senior in high school, a month shy of graduating; he was given two months to live. As you’d imagine, my family was fairly devastated, and my mother asked me to drive to the video store to rent a couple movies to get our minds off the news—comedies, my father suggested; he wanted to laugh. Operating in what I guess was a state of shock, I made a poor choice at the video store. I’d picked up my girlfriend on the way home, and [...]