One of my favorite writers, Drew Magary, profiles Snoop
Dogg Lion for GQ:
I must pause here for a moment to point out that we are about to cross the threshold into Snoop’s Narnia. And in Snoop’s Narnia, ideas and concepts that many of us might find dubious, or unscrupulous, feel natural, even kind of innocent. By now, Snoop has joined the ranks of Keith Richards and Jack Nicholson—artists whom we have exempted from the standard rules of society because they’re so widely beloved. So in Snoop’s Narnia, it’s perfectly normal to smoke weed everywhere, all the time, at any hour of the day. In Snoop’s Narnia, it’s perfectly acceptable to look forward to teaching your kids how to pick seeds out of your stash or how to roll a blunt. “It’s not that I would ever push weed on our kids,” says Snoop, who has three children, ranging in age from 12 to 18, “but if they wanted to, I would love to show them how, the right way, so that way they won’t get nothing put in their shit or overdose or trying some shit that ain’t clean.”
The outstanding Nate Silver did a Reddit AMA, which was transcribed by the New York Times:
Q: At the end of the day, what would it take for a 3rd party candidate to seriously challenge for, or even win, the presidency? Was Perot a once in a lifetime phenomenon, or is there a possibility of something outside the 2 party system?
A: Historically, periods of greater polarization are associated with better performance for third-party candidates, so the chances of a successful independent campaign are probably higher than average. However, that still might mean there’s 3 or 5 percent chance of an independent candidate winning the 2016 election as opposed to a 1 or 2 percent chance. You might need a perfect storm where (i) Obama is perceived as really having screwed up and (ii) the Republicans nominate someone terrible and (iii) someone VERY talented runs and takes his campaign very seriously and (iv) then gets a few breaks in the Electoral College, etc. None of those individual steps are impossible, but the odds against the parlay are pretty long.
On The Awl, Bethlehem Shoals writes about breaking up with writing:
This year, I discovered a new form this slippery, if useful, devil can take: advice that is no advice at all. We all want cues, validation, and support as we make our way through that perilous thicket of choices that is adulthood (there’s not much need for it before, when decisions tend to follow the responsible/irresponsible binary). But sometimes, you take a leap without any encouraging shove. You move forward as if you knew exactly what you were doing and why you were doing it, when really, there’s nothing but hot air propelling you. If that.
Enough with the abstractions. In 2011, I became a father; in 2012, I decided to give up freelance writing for an honest job in the world of advertising. It’s not like I surrendered my soul for a cubicle in the nearest accounting firm. I still get to think up weird shit for a living and the place I work is hardly a button-down police state. Plus, I was never an ace with reporting and frankly, coming up with laudatory campaigns for athletes is probably closer to my strengths than that all-elusive “features writer” status was. The fact remains, though, that at the drop of a hat I gave up the only thing I’ve ever been particularly good at, the only gig I’ve ever really known, and the source of pretty much anything I’m known for outside of my immediate circle of friends and family. I don’t have time to write and if I so much as touch the topic of sports, all sorts of potential conflicts of interest crop up. It’s a strange transition to make—one day, I’m working on another book proposal, then suddenly it’s in the rear-view. I helped found The Classical, which specializes in the kind of thoughtful writing about sports I’ve always valued most and now I’m effectively off my own pet project.
On Grantland, Molly Lambert thinks time has passed Hugh Hefner by:
Hef is now an embarrassing older relative — the kind of guy who thinks giving a woman an unasked-for pat on the ass is a compliment rather than sexual harassment. He is, after all, the man who posted a brass plate on the door of the original Chicago Playboy Mansion that read “If you don’t swing, don’t ring.” Doesn’t that make you feel like a dirty carpet? Having paved the way for American Apparel ads, Internet pornography, and music videos, Hef appears to be baffled as to why we aren’t all thanking him for setting the culture free. He seemingly has no clue what could be negative about a world in which women are sexual consumables with a shelf life that men of all ages get to judge. It’s still better than the buttoned-up and repressed (but so horny) American early ’50s, right?
- Harrowing infographic detailing the extent and density of Chicago murders [New York Times]
- 10 SNL sketches that should have been made into movies [Vanity Fair]
- Restaurant offers customers $5 off their bill if they stay off their phones during dinner [Selling Eating]
- Lil’ Wayne rumored to star in new Pixar movie [Exclaim.ca]
- The “stop smoking weed” Facebook group is really pissing off all the people who don’t realize that it’s fake [Mandatory]
- Lakers GM claims Mike D’Antoni had “more impressive cover letter” than Phil Jackson [The Onion]
- What kind of dinosaur meat would be the tastiest? [PopSci]
- Chicago-area priest who testified against gay marriage called 911 after allegedly handcuffing and gagging himself [Go Pride]
- Gross: image results for “Sea Pig” [Google Images]
- Dried squash holds headless king’s blood [Discovery]
My friend Raffi and I made country-fried steak smothered in beer/bourbon gravy. Adapted to include Frank’s Red Hot and other seasonings from this Serious Eats recipe.
Real Chili (Milwaukee)