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Oh, Vonage transcriptions of wrong number calls, where would I be without you?
P.S. The audio doesn’t make much more sense than that. Something about an RV.
Sloshed: How to Order a Proper Drink in Any Bar, Anywhere — Grub Street New York
I disagree with his categorization of a martini or a Manhattan as foolproof, though. Sometimes the bar has rotten vermouth or no bitters at all.
Previously, in this space, my own drink ordering flowchart.
Monkey vs Robot needs no reason. Monkey vs Robot responds to no reason.
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Christopher Hitchens on New York City’s Petty Policies | Politics | Vanity Fair
Hitchens sets out to break as many unfollowable and ill-conceived laws as possible. The whole thing is fantastic, but I especially liked this bit of bad advice he uses to contrast London with New York.
“Drillmaster,” he said, “this is not alagai’sharak as we were taught it.” -The Desert Spear
I think I win this one.
“The quality of laughter is so incredible and deep and real and serious.”
Nope, I do!
“He can’t look at me — his eyes are closed, his fave is all scrunched up.”
:(
“Define Task-Based Audience Segments.”
I think the only way to do this meme with professional books.
“Carved stone reliefs at the palace do not show him sipping beer through a straw; instead, he is depicted elegantly balancing a shallow bowl, probably made of gold, on the tips of the fingers of his right hand, so that it is level with his face.”
I’ll take it. From A History of the World in 6 Glasses. At least, that’s what’s at the top of what my Kindle says is page 45.
(Source: meme-meme)
See America (LOC) by The Library of Congress on Flickr.
Want.
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The Malayan Coral Snake was photographed by Mark Laita.
‘The sensual attractiveness of snakes, which coexists with their threatening, unpredictable and mysterious nature is truly unique. This dichotomy, in which their beauty seems to be heightened by their danger, and vice-versa, is what I find so fascinating. Add to these contradictions the rich symbolism of serpents and you have a wonderfully compelling subject’.
(see more here on Feature Shoot)
Ampersnake!
As a friend asked on Twitter today: Has this song always been about date rape?
I used to think it was more like the woman didn’t really want to leave but was sort of talking herself into it.* Kind of like when you’re lying in bed, and you know you SHOULD go to the gym, but you don’t want to, and…
When thinking about this song it’s important to consider that Frank Loesser wrote it for himself and his wife to perform at private parties, and it was initially unpublished (according to the ever-reliable Wikipedia his wife was furious at him for selling the rights). So while the words might seem a bit date-rapey if taken at face value, the song clearly wasn’t intended to be taken at face value at all. Note that the original couple were already married and performing the song for friends at parties where, presumably, everybody was drinking hot toddies or Tom and Jerries or something to that effect, and you can reasonably assume that a degree of safety and humor surrounded the whole thing, and everybody in the room was in on the joke.
And for what it’s worth I’ve never had the idea the mouse had any intention to leave. The lady doth protest too much.