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?
I saw the lesser “Where The Wild Things Are”2 last night, Mom’s pick, and I was racking my brain trying to think of what else Spike Jonze has directed besides “Being John Malkovich” and all the Weezer videos, but kept blanking. A few clicks on IMDB had me LOLing at the cast of a short Jonezy did this year featuring a stunner3 from “Reno 911!” playing “Other Girl Not Into Kanye At Bar,” so I had to check it out. Don’t like Kanye? You’ll LOVE “We Were Once a Fairytale”, which actually kinda serves as the music video for the best song he probably ever did, “See You in My Nightmares (feat. Weezy F. Baby).” It’s dark.
On a lighter note, Mr. Carter recently collaborated with Ms. Meester, the prison-born actress, who gushed, “I don’t even know if he’ll want people to know that he’s incredibly polite and respectful.” Brian Wilson tweeted a link to a two-month old Times Online article in which he muses about Rubber Soul leaking in Nov. ‘65. In other pop news, a stage dive makes B feel more alive than coded messages in slowed-down songs. Perez already linked this vid, but you don’t read that blog, do you? Feel free to replace your Perezhilton.com bookmark with Trumbullisland.com now.
Look at these guinea hens that Mark Bowden drew for a story The Atlantic is running in its Nov/Dec issue about “Good intentions [colliding] with dumb birds on a small farm in Pennsylvania.” It’s worth it to read the dialogue between said dumb birds.
Our last item of news this week can be filed under one of Trumbull’s longest-running columns, “Stories by Hardmen” and is a local TV ad for Cullman Liquidation Center, out of Cullman, Ala.
Trumbull…Out.
- Here is some footage of mortons, also known as mortains, which are either cartoon hardcore music archetypes, or simply well-executed young edgeman. Photos taken from the fine Double Cross Web Zine.
- The greater.
- No relation to Jose or Hector.