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On We Are All Blobfish
I have been inflicting this exact photo of the blobfish on people for years. Years! God, I love him. Especially that little crab claw or whatever it is hanging out of the left side of his mouth.
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On Your Next Career: Human Bed Warmer
As opposed to an _un_willing staff member?
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On I'm Not Drunk, I'm Signaling!
"A pooling equilibrium"? Is that like when the bourbon and vermouth pool together at the bottom of the glass? If so, I'm for it.
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On Did You Find Somewhere To Get Some News?
Do not underestimate Tequila Minsky as a news source.
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On 50 Years Ago Today: 'Time' Mag's "Population Explosion"!
Love the woman toting the two pantsless toddlers as seen from behind. That image would never appear on the cover of a (legal) magazine today. And this was 1960?!
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On Booked Up, with Seth Colter Walls: An Incredibly Un-Fun Misreading of David Foster Wallace that Katie Roiphe Should Never Do Again
SC-W: No problem. If I weren't already taken, I'd consider a post-McSweeneys 33 roll in the hay with you based on this essay alone.
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On Booked Up, with Seth Colter Walls: An Incredibly Un-Fun Misreading of David Foster Wallace that Katie Roiphe Should Never Do Again
Just saw a key typo in your indented DFW quote: last clause should be "the prospect of dying withOUT having even once loved something more than yourself." Not "with."
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On Booked Up, with Seth Colter Walls: An Incredibly Un-Fun Misreading of David Foster Wallace that Katie Roiphe Should Never Do Again
Trying to outsmart David Foster Wallace = always a mistake.
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On The End of the 00s: Made in New York, by Joel Johnson
Whoops, Joel not Jole! Transposition error!
(ps. Now I'll always walk through the city wondering ... was that the building he ejaculated on?)
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On A Delightful Article About Something We'd All Rather Not Think About
Funniest part is this reminder: "But don't relax." Tempting though it would be to just assume that skydiver pose, kick back and think about your to-do list, try to keep in mind that you're hurtling toward the ground at 32 feet per second per second.