It’s the freaking weekend, and our Bronx server, which went down, is back up, and we are coming hard with some sweet sweet content. The links which are in blue are culled by illustrious and industrious contributor Josh Feola, and per his tastes they carry a decidedly uptown bent. So, like we were saying: It’s the freaking weekend, let me give you some Links?
Pop-cognitive neuroscientist Steven Pinker fired an opening salvo at noted post-hoc sophist and seductor Malcolm Gladwell a few weeks ago in the New York Times Sunday Book Review. A bush-league flame war ensued this week when Gladwell roped Columbia Journalism Review and Niners Nation into the same sentence, then fizzled when he tried to pen some revisionist history about igons or something.
The President of the United States visited my current city of residence (Beijing). It was boring. The American Ambassador to China referred to people who study China as “mor[t]ons.”1
Kevin Garnett sunk a shot from the top of the Washington Wizards’ key. It didn’t count but he is cool.
Andy Warhol’s painting of two hundred dollars sold for $43.8M. There is nothing witty or insightful to say about this.
Some Nazis got teabagged in Arizona the other day. Meanwhile, in Tennessee, scientists dusted off their collective mantle — heretofore the exclusive domain of buckyballs and nanotubes — and welcomed graphene to the molecular Hall of Fame. Graphene, the “thinnest material possible,” is also “10 times stronger than steel” and “conducts electricity better than any other known material at room temperature.” Expect androids.
Trumbull’s science division is also excited to link to a WIRED story about new hope for cripped-up mice, and by extension, man, in the form of algae and light.
The subdued hype train for the new Herzog-Cage collaboration “Bad Lieutenant” has begun. I will be in the United States for one week this December and I am putting this at the top of my priority list. Please do the same so that we might see some healthy box office numbers that might help Cage’s chance to keep his treasured dinosaur skull off the auction block.
Levi’s Vintage Clothing, the Levi’s wing that reproduces old models of their jeans, lost its American distribution earlier this year, a turn of events that doubtlessly troubled people unfamiliar with proxiesmore consistent stateside presence. Only RRL product shots are harder to find than LVC, but some from spring have surfaced. I can’t mess with jean jackets — ”I’m not Satan” — but those pants look good. Hard to say if that color is what you see in person, but since you can now buy LVC joints at J. Crew, I assume you can check the spring stock for yourself in person, if you’re an American. As always, I recommend the Junk Hustle over retail, but what do I know?
This is necessary reading for anyone who spends their hard-earned money (or well-guarded time) on baseball entertainment. Or if you’re from the Rust Belt.
Buddy, can you E-mail me 100 bucks?
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