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Confounding the calumniators and apostates
Christopher Buckley reviews Sebastian Faulks' Jeeves and the Wedding Bells, and we are all better off for it.
He does come off as a likable cove, this Faulks. There’s an “Author’s Note” — I gather that’s the prologue-bit where the author clears his throat and says: “Well, gosh, here I am. Deuced tricky, this homaging business. Hope you like it, but no refunds if you don’t. Ha!” He says it’s intended as a tribute, he’s just a fan, understands what a minefield he was walking into. Didn’t want to “drift into parody,” only trying to “provide a nostalgic variation” on the “peerless originals.” Etc. Hopes to introduce the old oeuvre to those what haven’t yet had the pleasure. Etc. As I say, likable. Not one of those pec-thumping literary types — I won’t get into names — who give the impression you’re bloody lucky they bothered to write the thing in the first place.
Oh who am I kidding, ROTFLMAO...
...was because of this guy.
A toilet paper torch that sent a boy's bathroom up in smoke at West High School on Wednesday morning resulted in serious charges for a male student, police said.
What you remember from the following Thursday night is Tebow’s 20-yard run for the winning touchdown. What you forget is the rest of the game, which was a lot like the rest of the season, which was a lot like watching a drowning man pulled from deep water by the hand of God. It was riveting. America is still a Christian nation, and the story of Tim Tebow in 2011 looked a lot like the Christian story of humankind. Which says you fail and you fail and you flail and you flail, and all along God is giving you more chances.
Mr. Bigshot rolled up in a roaring high-performance Italian sports car, dropping attitude like his $22,000 watch made it okay for him to be rude. That’s when I decided to roll up my sleeves and teach him a lesson...
States lines redrawn to reflect natural watersheds. Make it so.
What does Obama have to do?
I've praised Ferling before, for his Almost a Miracle, but if I may broaden that a bit… In an age when both political parties have sought to reframe history to their own ends, it is the mark of a useful, educated person to have some sense of what actually happened.
Nevermind, it's over. There's a new sheriff in town.
|B-17s in winter conditions in England in 1945|
"We flew as much as weather would allow since it was winter and we had a lot of snow. One morning after the alarm clock had assassinated my sleep at 03:00 hours, I shaved and dressed at the tourist court we called home and was ready to pick up the other two pilots I shared cars with for the 60 mile trip to the base. I tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. I attempted to look out the window and only saw snow. We were buried all the way up to the roof with blowing snow drifts. We were thankful for steam heat. I went back to bed and it was two days before thawing out enough to get outside. We finally managed to slip and slide down the icy highway and get back to Dalhart. When we arrived, we were told briefing would be in half an hour. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was at least six inches of ice on the runways. All the crews had to pass by the flight surgeon’s desk before each flight. If there were any physical problems that was the time to tell the Doc about it. I started coughing and gagging when I got to his desk. He grinned and marked the crew unfit for flying today. Each pilot had done the same so all crews were grounded for the day.
"When word got to the commander he threw a wall-eyed fit. He announced on the PA system that all pilots and their crews would assemble in the briefing room on the double. He proceeded to rant and rave before the 300 grounded birdmen assembled in front of him using endearing terms like “yellow-bellied” and a lot of carrying on like that. Finally he announced that he was going to put a B-17 in the air and we were all going to stand out by the runway and watch and freeze our asses off until he got back.
The colonel ordered his executive officer to fly copilot and he finally got to the runway for take off. The taxi strip was so slick he couldn’t run the engines up. He turned onto the runway and moved about 50 feet before loosing control of the beast. He did a 360 degree ground loop - winding up in a snow bank. They sent a 6 X 6 truck after him and he had to crawl out the pilot’s window to get out. As the truck came by with our over zealous CO in it, all 300 of us came to attention and saluted him."That episode was the main course of conversation on the base for days after."
Bonus: Army AF Manual about how to crash your B-17 In Alaska and live. Complete with handy eskimo phrases.
Nice to see Bernard King - "the greatest player nobody talks about" (Simmons) - get his propers and go into the Hall of Fame. Well deserved. He was a ballstopper, and not a noted defender, and didn't rebound as much as Bird or Erving (see Erving comparison here)…but for about five years there you'd have to say he was the most potent offensive force in basketball. Here are his legendary back-to-back 50 point games:
That series went seven even though Boston had Bird, McHale, Parish, DJ, Maxwell, Ainge, Scott Wedman, Gerald Henderson and M. L. Carr; Bernard was flanked by Bill Cartwright, Truck Robinson, Darrell Walker, Trent Tucker, Rory Sparrow, Louis Orr, Ernie Grunfeld and a six-foot-seven homeless guy that they found on 34th Street right before the series. How many players could have carried a lousy supporting cast to seven games against a loaded Celtics team? Other than Jordan and LeBron, I can’t think of another postmerger player who does it.Well, Erving, but you get the point. With all due respect (*snerk*), the early 80s Celtics could be hilarious underachievers. Anyway, they tried triple teaming King in one game of the '84 series. It worked, kind of: he only got 46...
Season-to-date IAYPA leaders (minimum 100 attempts)
…but even I'm having trouble getting psyched for this:
Very tough to pick a winner out of the pirahna-like skeletonizing of the JP Morgan #ASKJPM Twitter strategy. I'm going with this one, despite its apparent randomness, because I think there is a better-than-even chance that Jamie Dimon knows the answer:
how do you get blood out of a clown suit? #AskJPM #rotoloclass
— Greg Smith (@the_greg_gatsby) November 14, 2013
Has the raw cunning of the electricity bid-rigging scheme has been unfairly overshadowed by the scale of the mortgage settlement? #AskJPM
— Matt Yglesias (@mattyglesias) November 13, 2013
Why aren't you in jail for sending a literal ton of gold bullion to Iran in violation of sanctions? #AskJPM
— emptywheel (@emptywheel) November 13, 2013
This very nice map helped me understand a few things:
William Ewart Napier might be forgotten, but for...well, who am I kidding, he is already completely forgotten. He is really only known to chess fans, and among them only those interested more in history than in play.
Backstory - Marcozy, unlike many Central European masters, survived WWII. When he died Hans Kmoch wrote of him that "the chess world lost more than a grandmaster and a fine gentleman. It lost the unchallenged champion of chivalry in chess. This chivalry is hard to describe. It is sportsmanship with a medieval touch. It is the Occidental version of the Asian’s anxiety about 'face.' It is a basic and noble belief that a man should prefer to die than do wrong, to kill rather than submit to an insult; that honor is sacred."
Backstory - Tarrasch, the great teacher, was not so fortunate. Although he identified strongly as German, he was also of Jewish descent. He died in 1934 - saddened and perhaps bewildered - after the National Socialists had taken power and begun their horrific program. Harald Balló: "[a]bout Fritz Haber, Albert Einstein wrote something that could be equally applicable to Tarrasch: 'It was the tragedy of the German Jews, the tragedy of scorned love.'"
Backstory - There is a great American tradition of American chess geniuses who reach the summit, and then go mad. Morphy was the seminal example, Fischer the most recent. Pillsbury, once steady enough to beat the best in the world, developed syphilitic dementia, and died in 1906.
I'm in Chicago this week, so here's Ted Leo with a summer song for the AV Club:
[M]edia coverage of the NSA is a rare litmus test not for party bias, but for institutional bias—and as a Columbia Journalism Review study, proves, that bias in favor of power is severe.
Stock photo model regretting decision now, probably.
[T]he team that was in ruins has come back to be the most improbable team with the most improbable record. The team that lost a teammate and finished last season in ruins is undefeated heading into its bye week and game on Nov. 16 against division rival Denver. The team that most figured would be at the bottom of the AFC West shouted and laughed in its locker room again on Sunday – a day it won a game it should have lost.
The Alamo will not fall under United Nations control if it is named a UNESCO World Heritage site, the Texas Land commission assured Texans on Wednesday, according to the San Antonio Express-News.
Since I did my IAYPA post while I was falling asleep, and the output looked so strange, I took another look a the data. Perhaps there was a data error?