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winstonwolfe:

Mike & the Mad Dog’s embrace on “Radio Row” in Indy, Tuesday.

Mike and the Mad Dog…Sports Radio 66, W-F-A-N
They’re talkin’ sports, goin’ at it as hard as they can,
It’s Mike and the Mad Dog on the FAN
Nothing can get by ‘em, turn it on and try ‘em, Mike and the Mad Dog, W-F-A-N

*sigh*

I do miss their show. Neither one comes close as a solo act.

Must read, this is brilliant. God bless this man.

No Shame in Her Game

Noticed a couple sharing a quick kiss before parting ways. He went south and she west. As her path was going to cross mine I anticipated the attention; it’s a rare woman that doesn’t stop and fuss over Moe. But she did not, and as she passed I saw why. The lady had her own distractions. She was a mess of tangled hair and smudged mascara, and her heels didn’t quite match the oversized men’s pajama bottoms she had on. Ah, the old walk of shame. The thing is, though, that she wore the broadest and most beatific smile imaginable. Better yet, she had a long stride and had her head held high. She was the picture of happiness.

Good on ya, girl.

Steven Siegel has some amazing pics of NYC in the ’80s.  Click through for more.

Steven Siegel has some amazing pics of NYC in the ’80s. Click through for more.

aquariumdrunkard:

Nico by the East River, 1971

Pretty cool, in that I ride my bicycle past that spot daily when I’m living in NYC.

aquariumdrunkard:

Nico by the East River, 1971

Pretty cool, in that I ride my bicycle past that spot daily when I’m living in NYC.

scout:

bbbrad:

nedhepburn:

apoplecticskeptic:

brooklynmutt:

Esquire: Is the poster for the new season of Mad Men a desecration? Or just how we continue to reckon with 9/11?
Mad Men Season 5 Poster Controversy - Falling (Mad) Man, by Tom Junod

Yeah, and I think this is how we should count to 20 from now on :
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

People need to stop treating 9/11 like it’s some sort of religion. It was an incredibly sad event and an important one too but damn, people, quit fetishizing it. It’s a poster of a guy falling. Move on.

Fetishizing is the right word.

Uh, I’m pretty sure people are allowed to be offended by any image they deem reminiscent of 9/11 and I would hardly consider that fetishizing it. Honestly, the first thing I thought of when I saw this poster was that image, and I’m over it, but the connotations are still there.

Fetishizing it, really?  I stood on the street and watched people jumping to their deaths on that day, and it pretty much looks exactly like that poster.  Conscious or not, it is a pretty specific image and you’d have to be foolish not to notice the similarity.  They certainly have a right to publish it, just as I have a right to be offended by it.  

Again, fetishizing it?  Excuse me while I go use a picture of the ovens at Dachau to advertise prompt delivery of my piping hot pizza.  Those damn holocaust survivors are just fetishizing it.

scout:

bbbrad:

nedhepburn:

apoplecticskeptic:

brooklynmutt:

Esquire: Is the poster for the new season of Mad Men a desecration? Or just how we continue to reckon with 9/11?

Mad Men Season 5 Poster Controversy - Falling (Mad) Man, by Tom Junod

Yeah, and I think this is how we should count to 20 from now on :

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

People need to stop treating 9/11 like it’s some sort of religion. It was an incredibly sad event and an important one too but damn, people, quit fetishizing it. It’s a poster of a guy falling. Move on.

Fetishizing is the right word.

Uh, I’m pretty sure people are allowed to be offended by any image they deem reminiscent of 9/11 and I would hardly consider that fetishizing it. Honestly, the first thing I thought of when I saw this poster was that image, and I’m over it, but the connotations are still there.

Fetishizing it, really? I stood on the street and watched people jumping to their deaths on that day, and it pretty much looks exactly like that poster. Conscious or not, it is a pretty specific image and you’d have to be foolish not to notice the similarity. They certainly have a right to publish it, just as I have a right to be offended by it. Again, fetishizing it? Excuse me while I go use a picture of the ovens at Dachau to advertise prompt delivery of my piping hot pizza. Those damn holocaust survivors are just fetishizing it.

I gave my love a chicken that had no bone…

I gave my love a chicken that had no bone…

Last night in Pittsburgh

After seven months here. I gave it a lot of thought, wanting to figure out the meal I had to eat, the place I had to see, what exactly was it that I need to do before leaving. I concluded that what I wanted to do more than anything was have a drink, smoke a bowl and get to bed early so I can get on a damned plane and get back to the world. So that’s what I’m doing.

dlbrows:


CAKIES!
Three and a half years after the recipe was posted on Walkoff Walk (RIP) my girl and I finally got around to making Farthammer’s World Famous Cakies® last night. 
Un-be-lieve-able. I cannot recommend them enough.
Here is the recipe, as posted on WoW, that we followed as precisely as we could:
1 bag yellow cake mix
1 bag chocolate chips
1 stick butter
1 brick cream cheese
1 tsp vanilla
1 egg
Let butter and cheese get to room temp, then combine in a mixing bowl. Add egg and vanilla, combine. Then slowly add cake mix and chips. Combine thoroughly. Mixture will be thick, not unlike my johnson.
With a spoon, scoop onto a cookie sheet that has been sprayed with non-stick spray. Place in pre-heated oven at 375 degrees for 8-12 minutes.
Like I said earlier, if a few peaks on the cookies have started to brown, pull out immediately. That’s the longest you should cook them; just before they brown is ideal. Usually 9-10 minutes.
If the whole cookie turns brown in the oven, flush the cookies down the toilet and drink yourself into a stupor, because you have failed the cakie experiment.
The cakie will not look symmetrical or particularly attractive. The mix is too thick to get a perfectly round cookie. But they are mighty tasty.

Give them a try, bring them to the office and mess with everyone’s New Year’s diet. If you do, make sure you give Farthammer all the credit. His name should ring out in baking circles from coast to coast.


The truly brilliant part of this (aside from the cakes themselves) is that I shared the recipe with my Mother-in-law, forgetting to take out the line about the thick johnson.

R.I.P. Farthammer, you will be missed.

dlbrows:

CAKIES!

Three and a half years after the recipe was posted on Walkoff Walk (RIP) my girl and I finally got around to making Farthammer’s World Famous Cakies® last night. 

Un-be-lieve-able. I cannot recommend them enough.

Here is the recipe, as posted on WoW, that we followed as precisely as we could:

1 bag yellow cake mix

1 bag chocolate chips

1 stick butter

1 brick cream cheese

1 tsp vanilla

1 egg

Let butter and cheese get to room temp, then combine in a mixing bowl. Add egg and vanilla, combine. Then slowly add cake mix and chips. Combine thoroughly. Mixture will be thick, not unlike my johnson.

With a spoon, scoop onto a cookie sheet that has been sprayed with non-stick spray. Place in pre-heated oven at 375 degrees for 8-12 minutes.

Like I said earlier, if a few peaks on the cookies have started to brown, pull out immediately. That’s the longest you should cook them; just before they brown is ideal. Usually 9-10 minutes.

If the whole cookie turns brown in the oven, flush the cookies down the toilet and drink yourself into a stupor, because you have failed the cakie experiment.

The cakie will not look symmetrical or particularly attractive. The mix is too thick to get a perfectly round cookie. But they are mighty tasty.

Give them a try, bring them to the office and mess with everyone’s New Year’s diet. If you do, make sure you give Farthammer all the credit. His name should ring out in baking circles from coast to coast.

The truly brilliant part of this (aside from the cakes themselves) is that I shared the recipe with my Mother-in-law, forgetting to take out the line about the thick johnson.

R.I.P. Farthammer, you will be missed.
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Guy Clark L.A. Freeway

Perhaps my favorite traveling song ever.

newyorker:

The Caging of America; Why do we lock up so many people?

The scale and the brutality of our prisons are the moral scandal of  American life. Every day, at least fifty thousand men—a full house at  Yankee Stadium—wake in solitary confinement, often in “supermax” prisons  or prison wings, in which men are locked in small cells, where they see  no one, cannot freely read and write, and are allowed out just once a  day for an hour’s solo “exercise.” (Lock yourself in your bathroom and  then imagine you have to stay there for the next ten years, and you will  have some sense of the experience.) Prison rape is so endemic—more than  seventy thousand prisoners are raped each year—that it is routinely  held out as a threat, part of the punishment to be expected. The subject  is standard fodder for comedy, and an uncoöperative suspect being  threatened with rape in prison is now represented, every night on  television, as an ordinary and rather lovable bit of policing. The  normalization of prison rape—like eighteenth-century japery about  watching men struggle as they die on the gallows—will surely strike our  descendants as chillingly sadistic, incomprehensible on the part of  people who thought themselves civilized. Though we avoid looking  directly at prisons, they seep obliquely into our fashions and manners.  Wealthy white teen-agers in baggy jeans and laceless shoes and multiple  tattoos show, unconsciously, the reality of incarceration that acts as a  hidden foundation for the country.

- In this week’s issue, Adam Gopnik writes about mass incarceration and criminal justice in America: http://nyr.kr/A75iOm
Photograph by Steve Liss.

Fascinating article, well worth reading.

newyorker:

The Caging of America; Why do we lock up so many people?

The scale and the brutality of our prisons are the moral scandal of American life. Every day, at least fifty thousand men—a full house at Yankee Stadium—wake in solitary confinement, often in “supermax” prisons or prison wings, in which men are locked in small cells, where they see no one, cannot freely read and write, and are allowed out just once a day for an hour’s solo “exercise.” (Lock yourself in your bathroom and then imagine you have to stay there for the next ten years, and you will have some sense of the experience.) Prison rape is so endemic—more than seventy thousand prisoners are raped each year—that it is routinely held out as a threat, part of the punishment to be expected. The subject is standard fodder for comedy, and an uncoöperative suspect being threatened with rape in prison is now represented, every night on television, as an ordinary and rather lovable bit of policing. The normalization of prison rape—like eighteenth-century japery about watching men struggle as they die on the gallows—will surely strike our descendants as chillingly sadistic, incomprehensible on the part of people who thought themselves civilized. Though we avoid looking directly at prisons, they seep obliquely into our fashions and manners. Wealthy white teen-agers in baggy jeans and laceless shoes and multiple tattoos show, unconsciously, the reality of incarceration that acts as a hidden foundation for the country.

- In this week’s issue, Adam Gopnik writes about mass incarceration and criminal justice in America: http://nyr.kr/A75iOm

Photograph by Steve Liss.

Fascinating article, well worth reading.

wentdog:

bobbyfinger:

My fran Louis just sent me the best press release he’s ever received and now I’m completely incapable of life.


Tremendous 

The Wife and I were invited to this but unfortunately won’t be able to make it.

wentdog:

bobbyfinger:

My fran Louis just sent me the best press release he’s ever received and now I’m completely incapable of life.

Tremendous 

The Wife and I were invited to this but unfortunately won’t be able to make it.

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Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash Long Way From Home

thethirdshift:

I don’t ever think I’ve seen a movie as savaged as Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close critically earn Oscar nominations for Best Picture and Best Supporting Actor.

Also, I don’t care that Viola Davis & Octavia Spencer could win Oscars in the Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress categories — The Help

Stephen Daldry (Director of “Extremely loud…”) is an emotional pornographer of the basest kind. Exploitative, reductive, manipulative and a bit of a hack to boot. It’s disgusting that this film was nominated for Best Picture. I’m not surprised, however, as I was recently discussing it with a fellow I know who is a member of the Academy. He is a pompous, arrogant, out-of-touch jackass of the first order. Of course he loved the film. Don’t get me started on “The Help” as that conversation ends with me beating Sandra Bullock to death with Jessica Tandy’s corpse.

Looks like Jake made it home alright.

Looks like Jake made it home alright.