Clevelander Dylan Baldi is, technically speaking, still in his larval form (he's 21). But his band Cloud Nothings has already put out three absolutely killer albums (their second, self-titled album is bonkers good) that straddle the lines between power pop, punk, garage pop, low-fi, and whatever other basically meaningless subgenres mean "noisy and obscenely hooky pop music." Cloud Nothings' new album is called "Here and Nowhere Else" and comes out April 1st.
"We have found an unknown branch of the tree of life that lives in this lake. It is unique. So far we know of no other group of organisms that descends from closer to the roots of the tree of life than this species." —University of Oslo researcher Dr. Kamran Shalchian-Tabrizi on the discovery that the collodictyon, a single-cell creature found in the sludge of a lake located 20 miles outside of Oslo, does not fit into any of the previously known categories of living organisms. It is "human's remotest relative," reports Discovery News. And "not an animal, plant, parasite, fungus or alga."
Scott Raab’s new memoir The Whore of Akron: One Man’s Search for the Soul of LeBron James isn’t really about basketball. It’s about addiction and sobriety, marriage and divorce, childhood and parenthood, loyalty and autonomy. In 15 years at Esquire—and five years at GQ before that—the 59-year-old Cleveland native has, as he writes in the book, “shared cunnilingus tips with Robert Downey Jr., got tattoos with Dennis Rodman, once smoked a bone with Tupac, twice did nothing with Larry David, and visited with Phil Spector in his castle in Alhambra three times, all without gunplay…[and] even went to Bill Murray's house once for an Oscar party." [...]