In Connecticut last week, Irish author Colum McCann attempted to help a woman in the midst of a street dispute when he was “cold-clocked without warning,” suffering “a severe concussion, a broken cheekbone, some broken teeth and a spirit that has been temporarily bruised.” McCann was in New Haven to attend a conference at Yale University on empathy.
Chip Kidd is not a fan of Lena Dunham’s book cover.
Point: a hot dog is a sandwich. Counterpoint: shut up and eat your hot dog.
“Anger is rising. Anger is manifesting itself. Anger is taking off its shirt and going for a jog.” Ivor Tossell on life in the wake of Rob Ford’s return to city hall. (Elsewhere: Royson James doubles down on his criticisms of the “gutless” Toronto media’s willingness to play along with Ford’s invitation-only press conference; Chris Selley argues that a media boycott would have been an empty gesture; Jonathan Goldsbie collects the questions Ford’s press secretary refuses to answer.)
Hover ominously at the gift shop.
Admittedly, looking at anything will probably get you on the NSA's "deep surveillance" list.
Here is an extremely humane review by Hazlitt pal Zachary Lipez of a concert by Seether, “the most average band ever to exist.”
"It won’t be long before vocaloids earn retro appeal, praised alongside all older technologies as ‘warm’ and ‘human.’" In his latest column, FADER critic Adam Harper examines how the voice has evolved over time.
