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In Europe, 200 miles is a long distance. In America, 200 years is a long time.
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The High Line and the nightmare of Olmstead.
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The answer’s pretty simple: Ryan Reynolds has no interior life.
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At my day job, where I edit a magazine about pharmaceutical outsourcing, I always tell contributing writers, “Please do not write, ‘Communication is key to a win-win relationship.'” (no, really.) That said, when you’re outsourcing a multi-billion project, maybe you need to keep a line on your providers.
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In Russia, building ugly you!
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To reiterate the point from last week’s edition: crunk is dead.
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I’ve actually read two books by Cormac McCarthy (eh), so he doesn’t qualify as an 0-fer. This short interview with Harold Bloom piques my interest in McCarthy’s Blood Meridian
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I saw Quick Change for the first time a few months ago, and was sad that I hadn’t seen it earlier. “Flores! Flores para los muertos!” (Two AV Club links in a row!)
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Suh-WING, battabattabatta!
Blood Meridien: Be careful. Verrrrry careful.
Doesn’t that fall outside of your 5-year-ban on contemporary lit, Zeke?
The most contemporary things I PLAN on reading this summer are Richard Stark’s “The Hunter” and “To Kill a Mockingbird,” which’ll be the subject of a long-ass summer post, I’m sure. Maybe I’ll give that McCarthy a shot.
I plan to spend this summer drinking high-quality gin until I forget ever having read To Kill A Mockingbird.