Friday was busy, busy, busy. The girls were out of school, S. was working a half day, and we had a big group headed to the LVS for the weekend. So the links got pushed back. My apologies, because one of these might have been quite useful for some of you over the weekend.
So let’s start with that one. Here is one butcher’s guide to making the perfect burger.
Don’t believe the “bedazzled blend” burger hype. Using fancy cuts of beef is not important and kind of a bullshit move, according to Mylan. What is important is making sure the meat is high-quality and comes from mature animals, and that your blend has the right fat content.
The Complete Guide To Burger Blends
This one is right up my alley. Scientific proof for why the music of your youth remains so powerful the rest of your life. Maybe some of you will understand all my weird musical memories a little more now.
Music lights these sparks of neural activity in everybody. But in young people, the spark turns into a fireworks show. Between the ages of 12 and 22, our brains undergo rapid neurological development—and the music we love during that decade seems to get wired into our lobes for good. When we make neural connections to a song, we also create a strong memory trace that becomes laden with heightened emotion, thanks partly to a surfeit of pubertal growth hormones. These hormones tell our brains that everything is incredibly important—especially the songs that form the soundtrack to our teenage dreams (and embarrassments).
On the topic of music, the guitar riff from Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” was named the best guitar riff ever. It’s been stuck in my head ever since I read the article, so there is that. Not sure how “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” didn’t make the top ten. Seems like that’s always listed as the best opening riff ever.
Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” Voted Best Guitar Riff
Up until a few years ago, when I made my visits to Kansas City I could often squeeze in two trips to barbecue joints in one day. My stomach won’t let me do that anymore. So while reading this story, by and about the nation’s only barbecue editor, generated some pangs of desire, it also gave me heartburn thinking about it. His Texas barbecue week jaunt made me want to eat noodles and seafood for a week.
I think we all agree that anything that is about or that involves Bill Murray is fun. This story, about how director Theodore Melfi tracked Murray down for the up-coming movie St. Vincent is spectacular. And watch the trailer when you’re done reading. It looks great.
Zen and the art of casting Bill Murray in your movie
One more long read for the week, this about Stewart Butterfield, the man behind Flickr a decade ago and now behind the service Slack, which could be the next big thing. Butterfield seems like an interesting guy. But as the title suggests, Mat Honan, writes the hell out of this thing.
The Most Fascinating Profile You’ll Ever Read About a Guy and His Boring Startup