Yogi as a personality eclipsed the memory of how good a player he actually was. Another name that was famous before I was born, and have continued to hear throughout my life, now gone; not many of those left.
For MB:
(And yes, the bottom image is spatially distorted.)
After years of sitting vacant, the iconic TWA terminal at JFK Airport will become a hotel.
A Word A Day -- esprit d'escalier
if there isnt a parable about this, there should be.
god was not happy when he heard rupert murdoch bought national geographic.
if anybody at cnn had a sense of humor theyd change the call sign to ccn (clown car network) for the duration of the debate proceedings.
Sarah Silverman's move to the right side of history.
file under R for Rockford
two crazy ads back to back: golf knickers.com followed by an ad targeted specifically at former nfl players to sign them on for class action suits against the nfl. theres not a more cost effective way to reach out to a few thousand players?
(ded) Franz West's chair problem.
kinda crazy -- moses malone dies within weeks of darryl dawkins. file that under basketball news from the late 70s, early 80s.
final ly.
Oct. 4, 12-5 pm
Orchard Street between Delancey and E. Houston
PICKLE FUN FOR EVERYONE!
OPEN TO THE PUBLIC!
We thought you’d never ask.
Pickle Day is a neighborhood wide celebration of all things pickled that takes place every autumn in New York’s Lower East Side. The streets come alive with internationally renowned picklers, local vendors, live music, and activities. This celebration of the great LES pickling tradition takes center stage for ONE DAY EVERY YEAR, drawing enthusiasts from ’round the globe to remember their pickled roots!
thought season one was stronger than last nights episode but i may have made a couple of converts when i wasnt being castigated for a single trivia error. i still contend its kurt russell in road house and not patrick swayze.
And You’re the Worst just gets me most of all. The FXX comedy, which returned for a second season last night, was my no. 2 show of 2014. But that list, which I stand behind, was written mostly with my brain. If my heart were in charge, You’re the Worst would have been no. 1 — riding a unicorn, swigging from an overflowing goblet of Trash Juice. It’s the sort of series I want to treasure as much as champion. I’m happy to stay up late arguing with anyone about the bold artistry of The Americans or Top of the Lake. But it’s You’re the Worst that I want to tuck me in at night.
In 1965, four artists bought seven acres in southeastern Colorado, intending to make live-in works of art. Their communal project came to be known as Drop City, where residents lived in zonohedron domes of their own creation, sometimes constructed of automobile roofs and other scavenged materials. One dome, made of a fluorescent-painted lattice filled in with Mylar panels, made the trip east in 1968 to the Brooklyn Museum, filled with a five-foot-wide, round, spinning, “collaborative” work of art — “The Ultimate Painting” — that changed composition when illuminated by strobe lights.
