I suspect that sentences like "Men have long dreamed of sipping fine wine from their lovers’ busts cast in glittering crystal" are far more revealing of the author's proclivities than they are universal truths.
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Is there a link? I dunno, I happen to like the "modern fashion ... for the tall, thin and very un-breast-like champagne flutes."
RealTraps's Ethan Winer has condensed what must have been thousands of hours of work into one six minute video.
"The question as to who was a better singer, Bon Scott or Brian Johnson, may never truly be resolved. However, our analysis suggests that in terms of affecting efficient decision making among listeners, Brian Johnson was a better singer. Our analysis has direct implications for policy and organizational design: when policy makers or employers are engaging in negotiations (or setting up environments in which other parties will negotiate) and are interested in playing the music of AC/DC, they should
choose from the band’s Brian Johnson era discography."
You can't make this stuff up.
At least according to Condé Nast Traveler's 45-judge panel, that is. It's a great list, including some usual suspects (Twain, Newby, Markham, Bowles, and Chatwin), as well as some enticing reads I have yet to assay (Peter Fleming, Rosemary Mahoney, and lija Trojanow, are on the "right now" list). There's altogether too much Theroux for my taste—my idea of hell would be traveling anywhere with that misanthropic hair-shirt of a man.
I can't stop playing "Umo" by OOIOO. El Jeffie Wong thinks it reminiscent of the Slits. I'm not sure I hear that, but then I was never a fan. Until I saw their album cover, I thought they were named after a cheap beer.
Hat tip to the always fascinating Cartoon Brew.
Last week, my wonderful coworkers completely surprised me with a delicious birthday cake.
"Angela's calling everyone into her office for a quick meeting," Rosemarie told me.
"Are we fired?" I asked.
"Yeah," she laughed.
Inside, everyone was gathered around a small table, smiles on their faces, the birthday cake lighting the room with its flickering candles. "Happy Birthday!"
I couldn't believe it, really.
"Make a wish!"
"I wish Elizabeth would come back."
Afterwards, Rosemarie returned to my office and said, "You really deserve…