BTW, Desmond always joked that he wanted to call his autobiography How Many of You Are There in the Quartet? The answer is obvious: all of them.
Brubeck - Take The 'A' Train - 1966
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The Dave Brubeck Quartet hits one out of the park in this 1966 performance. The fabulous Eugene Wright looks completely out of place as the only band member without eye-wear.
Brubeck - Take The 'A' Train - 1966
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Brubeck - Take The 'A' Train - 1966
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There's a nice interview with New Yorker editor Remnick in The Independent. As a writer, I suppose I should mention how much I identify with all kinds of questions of craft revealed here, but, really, what I most identified with was his anecdote about listening to Bob Dylan records and discovering T. S. Eliot and Rimbaud.
The Guardian has some further thoughts on "meh." All of which simply points out that Heideas was right when she said that the Simpsons are all about linguistics.
A tip of the hat to Nancy Friedman for pointing me towards the Heideas post.
Though I was doing my best to give passengers room to exit the train, I was hopelessly in the way. On some mornings, it's impossible to stand on the train and not be in the way. Everyone scrambles toward the open doors, as if departing this train, right now — right now! — means the world. The world. I think it's because I hate this, that I try to do the opposite. When it's my turn to depart, I move carefully and slowly, perhaps in some futile attempt to show others how gracefully done it can be. Fellow passengers, there is another way. Watch as I move through these doors with such ease…
Quick, name your favorite equation! For most of us, it's E = mc2, but Euler's ein + 1 = 0 is the one "everyone should know."
(On a side note, Gauss reportedly said that, if Euler's formula wasn't immediately obvious, the reader probably has no chance at being a first-class mathematician—just like me,)
I've linked to Locust Street before, but this is one of its best posts ever: a moving account of Buddy Holly's last days, with MP3s of some unreleased home recordings.
"Last fall, Condé Nast Traveler aviation correspondent Barbara S. Peterson applied to work as a Transportation Security Administration screener. Her mission: to investigate reports that despite a five-year, $20 billion overhaul of the passenger screening system, checkpoint personnel are failing at the job. Being hired was only her first surprise. Peterson's two months at the airport revealed how this overtaxed but dedicated workforce copes with equipment shortages, budget cuts, and record numbers of (not very pleasant) passengers. Here is an unprecedented look at the reality of America's last…
Cartoonist Doug Marlette has made me laugh until milk shot out my nose. He has also made me squirm when he has pilloried my hobbyhorses. I've always figured that political humor was at its best when it made you laugh at stuff you believed in—anybody can raise a chuckle over something you're already contemptuous of.
Marlette hits one out of the park with this CJR essay (adapted from his new book)—I snorted and barked so hard while reading it that my wife came into our kitchen to see if I was having a fit.
"What would Marlette drive? ... If I drew you a picture it might look like…
Charlie Brooker doesn't like his new phone.
"The phone . . . immediately began elbowing me in the ribs. It seems to have been designed specifically to irritate anyone with a mind. It starts gently—a pinch of annoyance here, an inconvenience there - but before long the steady drip, drip, drip of minor frustrations begins to affect your quality of life, like a mouth ulcer, or a stone in your boot, or the lingering memory of love gone sour."