Now that he’s signed a $142 million contract with the Boston Red Sox, outfielder Carl Crawford has turned his attention to pursuing his decades-long dream of running an antiquarian bookstore. (context)
Carl Crawford to Open Antiquarian Bookshop
Bill Watterson is Back
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Keeping Up with the Chip World
Are you a computer? Do you reside in a tasteful brownstone in Park Slope or Fort Greene? If so, you surely keep up with The New York Review of Bots. (If not, you must be embarrassed.) (h/t Jared Keller)
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Father of Sci-Fi?
“John Milton—poet, free speech advocate, civil servant, classics scholar—was arguably a forefather to Asimov, Bradbury, Delaney, and the rest. Their outlandish other worlds owe a debt to his visionary mode of storytelling; their romance—characters who go on quests, encounter adversaries at portals, channel the forces of light and dark—is his, too.” Over at Slate, Katy Waldman makes the argument for Milton as sci-fi author. Pair with our discussion of his epic Paradise Lost as part of this piece about difficult books.
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Characterizing Sleep
On this date 109 years ago, a cartoonist first paired the letter “Z” to the act of sleeping, beating out other attempts to write out the sound of slumber such as the tenacious “g-r-r-k-k-k-k” and the elegant “z-z-z-c-r-r-k-k-k-k.”
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“This is my college education.”
Eccentric celebrity chef José Andrés (who should be familiar to fans of No Reservations) has an enviable library of cookbooks and volumes of food history. He even owns a notepad of Honoré Julien’s (Chef for both George Washington and Thomas Jefferson) which allegedly proves the Frenchman introduced French fries to America.
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A Finalist in Our Midst
Sometime Millions contributor Bezalel Stern has been named a finalist in this week’s New Yorker cartoon caption contest. We think he’s got a chance at winning this thing.
I sincerely hope, Emily, that you realize this piece is a joke, a bit of satire. I took the time to write in to say this because your post reveals not even the tiniest, most infinitesimal hint that you are aware of the fact that this is not real.
But then, I can’t see the loopy grin behind your computer screen as you type…
Richard, you might check the second link, the one which says “context” which discusses the whole meta-backstory and surrounding hubbub about this indeed being a joke.
Oy, shamefacedly: indeed! Sorry, Emily. I did not notice that little parenthetical there…