Sometimes, when I’m two tumblers of wine in and the only thing on television is a Jonas brother, and the page in front of me is blank, and I don’t have anything to write about, I default to my favorite blog topic — “what horrible thing has Amazon done lately?”
If you have a job where you make enough money to blow over a grand on a concert ticket, I hate you. If your parents give you that kind of cash to spend on concerts, I hate you even more. You don’t deserve to see Kraftwerk. Here’s why.
When I see Google’s protracted, kid-friendly versions of complex concepts, they do not inspire peace of mind. In fact, these minimalist panels remind me of something that has been making me quite uneasy — my ever more “personalized” Google search results.
Full Stop editor Max Rivlin-Nadler has a piece up now over at The Classical (which we like, a lot) about his time as fan photographer at Madison Square Garden. We recommend it.
It’s kind of an expressionist critique of writing that less holds the authors’ flaws up to a mirror than creates a grotesque sock puppet caricature of the work; mimicking the tone while throwing the voice.
Most outlets have incorrectly identified the text Lin and Fields “read” as the Bible, but a well-placed source in the New York Knicks organization (definitely, defintely not Renaldo Balkman) recently informed us that this is not the case.