Finally getting the backlog cleared out.
Some more tidbits about the rather excellent summer movie lineup of 1985.
I’m not sure why, but I’ve enjoyed Tiger Woods’ fall. I don’t get it because I absolutely loved him in his prime. It’s not like he was Lance Armstrong and cheating and lying about his performance constantly through that run. He was just being a dog in his personal life, something that I almost expect from professional athletes.
Perhaps it’s the hubris in Tiger, how he refuses to acknowledge how his body and game have changed, how he refuses to seek counsel of people who have pissed him off over the years, how he insists that he’s always one swing change away from putting it all together again yet his game keeps getting more-and-more mediocre.
But I’ll admit, if he ever does put it back together, I’ll be watching.
Joe Posnanski had a terrific look at where Tiger is right now.
Michael Schur offers up one of his all-time favorite sports moments. It’s wicked funny and awkward.
Audiophiles love to slag on the MP3. Yes, early MP3 sounded like garbage. But once bandwidth limits went up in the late ’00s and higher bit-rate MP3s became more common, they really didn’t sound that much different than songs played from physical media. The MP3 was the great democratizer of the music world.
The AV Club offered up an ode to the much-maligned format last week.
Speaking of MP3, this is pretty spectacular. From Devour, kids react to the first iPod. We’ve come a long way!
Another awesome internet mashup, this time hip hop with classic baseball cards.
Finally, a piece near and dear to my heart. As my About page reads, what I publish here is all the information I would have crammed into letters back in college, or into long emails in the years after college. So it has disappointed me as lengthy emails have largely disappeared over the last decade.
Teddy Wayne offers an ode to emails of length and substance.