December 2011
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“Everyone has their bullshit. You can simply decide whose you’re willing to...”
– Marco Arment, of Instapaper fame, outlining Apple, Google, and Facebook’s rhetoric.
Please read on for the juicy specifics, and choose who you’re comfortable playing with.
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“They’re playing Underworld’s Cups at the AGO. How interesting.”
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I once asked Ricky Jordan to compare NFL training...
Ricky: You're throwing up, you're dehydrated, you're sucking down water and fluids wherever you go. You go back to your room and you've got jugs of water lying around just to make it through the night because your body is cramping up so much. It's a brutal sport.
Jim Caple: And spring training?
Ricky: You have to make sure you get your suntan lotion on right so that you don't burn in the sun.
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“Prosecco is the new PBR.”
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“I now have confirmation of a long standing assumption: serial killers listen to...”
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“That’s why I’ve decided to take on the role of Principal Designer at IDEO at...”
– Adam Schwabe: “Stay hungry, stay foolish”
Huge congrats! What a move!
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Anonymous donors pay off Kmart layaway accounts →
Awesome!
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Damnit, we lost another.
In all the work and HoHoTO chaos, I missed that we lost Christopher Hitchens yesterday. Another great mind taken by cancer this year.
From Christopher Buckley, published just a few hours ago in the New Yorker:
One of our lunches, at Café Milano, the Rick’s Café of Washington, began at 1 P.M., and ended at 11:30 P.M. At about nine o’clock (though my memory is somewhat hazy), he said, “Should...
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Pigs in LA doing piggy things.
The more I think about that, the madder I get. What does it say about our country that nonviolent protesters are given the bottom of a police boot while those who steal hundreds of billions, do trillions worth of damage to our economy and shatter our social fabric for a generation are not only spared the zipcuffs but showered with rewards?
From Patrick Meighan’s brutal arrest story,...
Loco Dice is $35 in advance. Oh. Dear. Scaring me away. Now what, Montreal?
