Y'all can stop sending this to me now, thanks.

This seems fitting, in a way.

"“You’re going to hear all kinds of curse words,” the taxi driver told me, on the way to the game. “You’re going to hear unheard-of things that nobody should ever hear.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “I’m trying to advance my knowledge of the Turkish language.”
“If you’re trying to advance your knowledge of the Turkish language, I’m not sure a Beşiktaş match is the first place I would advise you to go. It seems to me there are other, better places to advance your knowledge of the Turkish language. But of course, you know best,” he said. We drove a while in silence. “Here’s what I really want to know,” the driver resumed. “What are you going to write in your story? That the Beşiktaş fans are spewing curses unfit for the ears of civilized people? Or that Inönü Stadium is united by a warm, intimate, unpretentious atmosphere?”
“Well, whatever I see, that’s what I’ll write,” I said.
“You’re going to write what you see?” The driver looked really depressed. “Well, then we’re done for.”"

A: " ... I like to go home, hug my parents, drink chai with my mom, watch Hindi movies and re-Indianize two days a week before I re-emerge into the filth that is progressive liberal white America in trendy Williamsburg.Q: "Why do you speak of your friends in Brooklyn as filth?"
A: "They know what they did."
--- Sadly, their music does nothing for me.

Cute, but I still think Washington should be on the $1.

"The explanation: “Soccer would be popular in the U.S., but it can’t be televised profitably because there are no natural breaks for advertisements.”

The attraction: It cleverly posits that the simple sport is being kept down by evil American capitalism and the pursuit of the Almighty Dollar.
... the plausibility of this explanation requires belief in the proposition “Americans can’t figure out how to make money from something.” Think about this. Let it simmer. We are the land of the Free and the Home of Billy the Big-Mouthed Bass. Someone is making millions on the goddamn Lolcats. I’m sure we could figure out how to make money from televising soccer were there the interest in doing so."

As somebody close to me once said, "What's the point of being an American citizen if I can't say 'Fuck you!' whenever the hell I want to?"

Covers of recent popular TV shows, if they were old Pelican paperbacks. Many of them are very nice.

"That's where the Antlers of Perfect Justice drink your blood when the jury reaches the inevitable "guilty" verdict and the judge casts you out the window. I'm surprised it wasn't flowing red when I snapped that shot. Too early in the day, I guess."

Exploiting the properties of the Chinese writing system to evade the "great firewall", including appropriating ancient forms of divination/wordplay based on splitting characters into radicals.

Words don't do it justice.

Or: how Teresa Nielsen Hayden got excommunicated from the Mormon Church.

(Traded obsidian was in fact used for knives in Mesoamerica; I don't know about North America.)

Re-covered books.

As logista says, "Todays' WTF?"

Not the whole thing - but wonderful as always. (Doesn't match my memory of Besterman's translation, maybe text from an 18th century one? No source given.)

"Every time I’m not perfectly clear about something, an angel eats a kitten."

"arguably the most horrifying series of books I have ever read. It has a hero I can't stand, politics so strong they're comical, and sex scenes that are downright horrifying. And I cannot stop reading it. I am going to buy every single one, and if Ringo e

"It's always, 'I will drink your soul' or 'I will chew the flesh from your bones' with these hellish apparitions," Whitson said. "When I ask them if that means the ancient Etruscans did, in fact, add copper to their mixing clay to make their urns more stu"

In the octopus's music room...

I don't know whether to be cheered or deeply depressed.

Anonymous Hedge Fund Manager encore.

"I can't believe that even a Bush official can go around spewing nonsense like 'being lesbian is worse than being a Democrat'. Sometimes I think they've hit bottom, but then the trapdoor opens and I fall into a whole new cellar of bullshit rightwing ignor

These almost persuade me to wear ties.

Variable quality/taste, but some are pretty good.

"Larry Kaplan's work creates a vision of swimming ducks from an arm chair view. His art is popular in dentist's offices, restaurants and anywhere a ceiling pond can be enjoyed."

May I say how much I love this?

I like the definition of the "helga".

"What I'm curious about is the unspoken assumption that if girls can be demonstrated to be more nurturing than boys, then they obviously can't be expected to be as good at math. Because the ability to do math can only be developed by skewering bunnies and

From the comments: "unlike the incumbent VP, Omar never shotgunned anyone he didn't mean to."

For reference, honest.

It's that way for me, too.

Opinions you should have (mostly; not about food).

Little jokes, buried in prose, explode in the reader's mind like missed margin calls.

Not _intentionally_ funny, mind you, but nonetheless quietly hilarious. (Also, in fact, pretty sleek-looking.)

What to do when Giant Things attack your city. As he says, really about emergency preparedness.

Jorge Cham gets his mind blown by monoclonal antibodies. The application is cool too.

Fred Clark gives it up for Jael.

"Deliberately, slowly, with grace. These are the teachings of the sloth."

Do watch the videos.

"There’s been a lot of buzz surrounding the upcoming release of former First Cat Socks Clinton’s new memoir..."

"a key producer at the big hedge fund, demanded that the young trader take female hormone pills to help erase his aggressive male ways so he could be more effeminate in his trading style…."

I believe huh? is a member of the Santa Fe Institute business network.

Surely one of the most sarcastic judicial opinions in American history

I want this book. '"I refuse to go to the shelter," said Mr. Wells with happy perversity, "until I have had my cheese. I'm enjoying a very good lunch. Why should I be disturbed by some wretched little barbarian adolescents in a machine? This thing has

"So the stereotype was of creepy horny drunk carnivorous beggars covered in human ash, accompanied by hott chick acolytes, carrying around someone's skull, asking you for money. I think they used to squat in Tompkins Square Park."

How could I have not known about this before?

"Chris, fafnir, Giblets and the Medium Lobster, if you are still out there somewhere, please come back. Your people need you."

I feel like my privacy has been violated.

Graphic novel, adapting/parodying _The Waste Land_ as a hard-boiled detective story

But --- why are there NO PICTURES? "sybil wantz DIE"

A catch-phrase among my Unitarian friends for many years before this...

Mr. Pot on Ms. Kettle