Disney the Muse
Mark Grief compares Walt Disney to Brian Wilson. It's not as big a stretch as you're thinking.
Mark Grief compares Walt Disney to Brian Wilson. It's not as big a stretch as you're thinking.
"My room is insane! TINY! How is it even possible that I got a room without any view? A tiny stainless steel toilet. There is an incredibly thin mattress. If I didn't know I was in prison I'd think I was in an Ian Schrager hotel."
If you only know one chord, play rock.
"I don't understand it," I said to John. "With all of these people out there listening to their iPods, how is it that the entire city isn't dancing like mad?"
For starters, it could adopt <I>House</I>'s dictum: Everybody lies.
Stephen Oppenheimer has traced the routes used by the few bands of protohomonids as they populated the world. This is a stunning piece of animation.
<I>New York</I> magazine asked Edward Glaeser to examine how profitable a variety of New York businesses might be. My favorite line: "Best ways to make money: Underpay writers."
To tell the truth, I didn't want to come into the office today. Amazing, I know. And it didn't have all to do with the rain and the wind and the unusually cool June air, though those were factors. Mostly, it had to do with <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/010207everything/">a hummingbird</a>. I wanted to stay home and strum the guitar in tune with all those sounds that were happening outside. But I did the next best thing.
Studying the universal concept of "touch transference." That's professor talk for cooties.
Much to my surprise, I've actually tasted a few that made the list—a few of the cheapest, of course. And I'm not at all sure that <I>Forbes</I> is correct that Sazerac 18-year-old is the most expensive rye at $55. I believe that Old Potrero at $90/bottle has that honor.