NC, in a story edit: “Reading this paragraph was like trying to skateboard down a hillside of crushed cinderblocks.”
Wired: “Pilgrims and American Indians ate foods called corn and turkey, but the actual organisms they consumed didn’t look or taste much at all like our modern variants do.”
Well it’s no longer Thanksgiving, so here are the things I am NOT thankful for on this the most joyous of November holidays (sorry, International Drum Month and National Clean Out Your Refrigerator Day. Although I am still a proponent for Beard History Month to fall in November)
Without further ado…things I am not thankful for on Thanksgiving:
So me mither was nice enough to go to New York about a month or two ago and stand in line for a few hours (with a bunch of crazies, she’ll admit) to get a copy of Craig Ferguson’s book signed. And all this without my even asking! So to come home from school and all the work, it was nice to find it on my bed and then to sit down and blow through it over the course of two days. It’s a well-written, remarkably funny yet insightful book by the late-night host whose show I’d often flip to after the Mariners had lost during the wee summer hours in ‘05 and ‘06. They were (and still are) a nice compliment, Craig and the Seattle M’s. Sometimes both can be lame and may not be the best onstage or on field all the time, but they’re ultimately lovable and worth returning to again and again, especially now that both seem to have hit a bit of a stride. So I am thankful to Craig for that. And for being a silly, upbeat Scotsman who has overcome a lot and is the first to admit his shortcomings. But this is ultimately a misleading screed, in which I profess thanks to my family and mom in particular in a roundabout way via things I like but am not particularly affected by in the long-term. Whew. Silly or superficial it may seem, but Craig has always been a bit of a common weave through the years. Not knowing who he was around Christmas 2000, our family rented “Saving Grace” — the movie he wrote and starred in about a country housewife and her Scottish gardener who grow marijuana in order to save her from bankruptcy — and bonded over the cinematic genius and absurd hilarity. ”Would you like some cornflakes? They’re heavenly.” That’s family and for it I am thankful.
In your lips I see a danger
You’ve got the eyes of a stranger
A visualization of the decline of empires.
Courtesy of Andrew Sullivan
Would have loved to have seen a visualization of the rise of empires. Also, why not include Prussia, Russia, Italy, you know, just for the full spectrum. Two surprising things I took away:
Very cool. It’s exciting how much can and will be done in the field of computer visualizations of history.
Mussolini — doesn’t he look like the high school football coach you hate to play for? You know, the one who has some crazy vision of how pickle juice and pushups are the only sure-fire way to get to States. And then years later you learn he was fired in some “the-times-they-are-a-changin’” PC controversy that back in the day would have been de rigeur. Yeah, Mussolini’s definitely the hardass fuckwad football coach of history.
(because I still had the tab open this morning.)
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