First Day of Spring Jukebox
An appropriate song for the day and a throwback to 90s Canadian indie rock.
Monthly Archive: March 2014
Don’t Ask For Nothin’
After being offered a tenure position at Nazareth College, a woman kicked off negotiations with email. What happened next…
Are the 19th Century Men Winning?
An editorial in the Wall Street Journal declares leaders resembling 19th century imperialists are “winning.” Not necessarily, counters Creon Critic.
But keep the comments to yourselves…
For those of you jonesing for both the return of baseball and a little political writing by Connor P, check out this piece over at TPM on Detroit and its Tigers. Money quote:
“Hang him on my wall”: Why Museum Failures Concern Me
New Dealer offered an explanation of why we all should care if cultural institutions go under. Now, Rufus explains why he cares.
Après!
Jonathan takes you on a post-rock stroll through his extended backyard of Ontario and Quebec.
The Emperor Of Ice Cream By Wallace Stevens
Ordinary University has a humanities department? Who knew! Jaybird reads one of his favorite poems and talks about it.
This Is How the Zombie Apocalypse Starts
What dangers are laying deep in the Earth’s ice? Global warming and scientific curiosity may soon tell us the answer.
Hugo Chavez – No Hero of the Poor
Supporters of Hugo Chavez and his legacy typically argue that, regardless of his illiberal crackdowns on speech, dissent, and civil liberties, those aspects of his regime pale in comparison to the great good that...
Ticked off Tuesday questions, she was her own damn person edition
Her name was “L’Wren Scott,” not “Mick Jagger’s girlfriend.”
The Environmental Impact of Driverless Cars
Trumwill explores the potential environmental impact of driverless cars.
Risks, rewarding and unrewarding, considered.
What I see is my boat, auto helm still engaged, sailing away from me, her twin hulls cutting parallel grooves in the water that close up even as they’re made to glassy slicks that are just as quickly brushed away by the wind.
The impulse to swim after her comes and goes, as does the impulse to cry for help. There’s no hope of catching her, and no one to hear my shout. Why I am here doesn’t matter now because it cannot be undone. I am in the water, I am alone, and no one knows where I am.
Ingredients Triumph
A lean, inexpensive cut of beef: a London broil. A simple rub: truffled salt, black pepper, cayenne pepper, ground savory, and garlic. Sous vide at 124 F for ten hours. Char with torch or...
The Cheap-Ass Gourmet Cooking School: Roasting
We start our cooking school with one of the youngest cooking methods there is: Roasting.
Announcing the Catamaran Mon Tiki Artist and Writer in Residence Fellowships
A private stateroom on Mon Tiki, a hand-built, neo-Polynesian catamaran during her voyage up the East Coast from Florida to Montauk NY. because you want some uninterrupted time in an inspiring location to think and create.
Drunk Driving and SXSW…
A neat little David Carr piece about my grad school friend Conor Kenny’s experience at the Mohawk Incident a couple days ago. REMINDER: If you’re going to drink, don’t fucking drive.
