Suri’s Bronzed Baby Poop
I mean, seriously… w.. t.. F?!
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Looking to…
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Wine critics = audiophiles = generally retarded
Consider…
[Frederic] Brochet [of the University of Bordeaux] invited 57 wine experts and asked them to give their impressions of what looked like two glasses of red and white wine. The wines were actually the same white wine, one of which had been tinted red with food coloring. But that didn’t stop the experts from describing the “red” wine in language typically used to describe red wines. One expert praised its “jamminess,” while another enjoyed its “crushed red fruit.” Not a single one noticed it was actually a white wine.
Source: Wine Ratings are for Suckers (via Yeti)
Sounds suspiciously like the audiophile world. As a teenager, I was obsessed with high-end stereo, reading rec.audio.opinion every day. And what a waste of time that was. I am unwilling to accept that there is a more crotchety, whiny, catty group of men in the world than audiophiles. They’re just the WORST. And to be an audiophile, you (usually) have to have more money than you know what to do with (see Digg), which makes the situation doubly bad.
Even worse? rec.audio.high-end. It’s moderated—you have to be a true blue dickwad to post there.
Related: Critics (generally) are worthless.
Elton John, rapper.
Hi.
“I want to bring my songs and melodies to hip hop beats — a bit like ‘No Diggity’ by Blackstreet,’” [Elton] John said in excerpts of an interview posted on Rolling Stone’s Web site on Friday.
“No Diggity?” Ohhhh yeah, Elton, aim high!
“If worst comes to worst”
I’ve never understood the phrase, “If worst comes to worst.” I mean, if it’s already the worst, how can it come to worst? It’s already there!
So I’ve always said “If worse comes to worst,” which is still stupid, but I guess it makes a little more sense.
Well, turns out that the worst/worst is the original and the worse/worst construction is a byproduct of folks like me trying to make some sense out of this idiom. Strrrange.
Highly recommended: Thrillist
Email is underrated. Well, it can be. Sure, plenty of people have terrible email etiquette and forward you crap and write in ALL CAPS. But as a means of exchanging information, email can fill certain spots better than anything else.
Take the email newsletter. Yeah, all the cool kids use RSS these days, but my problem with RSS is that I don’t keep up on the blogs I’ve subscribed to. Then, when I log into Bloglines and see 173 unread items from a blog, I’m scared. I naturally avoid 173 items; call it instinct.
That’s why email newsletters can be great. It arrives bite-sized at an expected time, increasing my chances of reading it. And it’s not overwhelming; if I don’t want to read a particular newsletter, I simply delete it, and my conscience is none the worse for wear.
With that laborious and unnecessary introduction, I’m here to heartily recommend Thrillist. Thrillist describes itself as:
a quick, free, daily email that sifts through the crap to find guys the best in everything from food, drink, and gear, to services and travel. … When it comes to planning your days and nights, we want you to think of Thrillist as your most trusted friend, someone who won’t sleep with your girlfriend that much, or pawn your Blackberry to cover his gambling debts.
It’s exactly what an email newsletter should be:
- It has one point to make every day. Just one.
- It comes at the same
day every timetime every day. - The content is consistently interesting.
With these advantages, the chances that I read most of Thrillist’s content over a week or month or year is actually much better than that of a blog, even a great blog.