Today is brought to you by Fatboy Slim, Bootsy Collins, Spike Jonze, and Christopher Walken. Be careful, it’s loaded.
Today is brought to you by Fatboy Slim, Bootsy Collins, Spike Jonze, and Christopher Walken. Be careful, it’s loaded.
(from an email I got from Kayak)
You’re doing it wrong.
Since I was nine years old I’ve been somewhat obsessed with the Winter Olympics. It was 1980, the year the Games were in Lake Placid and thus well-televised. I grew up in Oklahoma, which featured neither mountains nor heavy snow, so all the sports were essentially unavailable to me except for the indoor ones, and as for those I never got to any Tulsa Oilers games (at that age I was barely aware Tulsa even had a hockey team - soccer yes, hockey no) and I didn’t particularly care for figure skating.
But in 1980, two sports in particular appealed to me: hockey and bobsled. Hockey should be obvious here, since that was the Miracle On Ice (and I remember how the euphoria of the victory over Russia was tempered by the fact there was still ANOTHER GAME to play, and what a nail-biter that was). Bobsled, though, appealed to my nine-year-old, Oklahoman heart as only something unattainable could.
Heh. “Journalism” exposed! But also: how have there not been more “We Built This City” killings?
“Stairs” (via Don Feduardo)

Washington Post Alert

PERMANENTLY or a couple weeks. Whatever.
This is, I think, the fourth time I’ve PERMANENTLY opted out of that “feature.” Don’t tell me it’s PERMANENT if it isn’t. Jerks. Idiots.