You don’t have to have perfect wisdom to get very rich – just a bit better than average over a long period of time.
When people call you with bad idea, don’t be polite and waste 10 minutes.
Holiday Spirits: A Russian Doctor Describes the Only Correct Way to Drink Vodka – The Barnes & Noble Review
I will have to try this. (via)
A Crash Course in Rap Lyrics Through ‘The Anthology of Rap’ – New York Magazine
One of the great paradoxes of rap: The toughest, coolest, most dangerous-seeming MCs are, at heart, basically just enormous language dorks.
A Crash Course in Rap Lyrics Through ‘The Anthology of Rap’ – New York Magazine
Mourning the Analog Phone Call – NYTimes.com
Long phone calls were supposed to be a girly addiction, but those calls of the ’70s and ’80s were the only way to court girls, so boys learned the art of them, too.
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Classical Fans Tell Stories Of ‘First Loves’ : Deceptive Cadence : NPR
I was homeless, and working holding a sandwich board on the side of the road. It was so dull! I saved up for weeks and got a Sony Discman for $50.00. Now I had something to listen to while I worked. The Discman was so expensive that all I could afford was an Excelsior Gold recording of the fourth and sixth symphonies that was lying in a discount bin for a dollar-fifty. When I was playing it for the first time, in my board, pacing up and down the block — because if you stopped moving at anytime, the police would ticket you for loitering — I suddenly burst into tears. I felt like Beethoven was there with me, saying, “I know this sucks. But look— here is the whole world, outside, birds, the sky, the sun, and here you are! You are in it! Buck up!”
Classical Fans Tell Stories Of ‘First Loves’ : Deceptive Cadence : NPR
I never took a business class, except accounting. When I was a boy, there was a man who came to the club every day at 10:30am. I asked my dad about him – he had such a good life! My Dad said, “He gathers up and renders dead horses.” I learned from that.
We also look for three things: intelligence, energy and integrity. If [they] don’t have the latter, then you should hope they don’t have the first two either. If someone doesn’t have integrity, then you want them to be dumb and lazy.

Ernest Hemingway’s Guns. Age 5 in this photo from the JFK Library.
Often the nicest thing to do at an airport is not to go anywhere but to contemplate that one might go somewhere.

Greg Mankiw’s Blog: Pricing in Venezuela. “Precio Capitalista”. I’m thinking about a trip to Venezuela next spring.
The End of the Story – The Believer
Reading this made me want to pick up the Wheel of Time series again, if only for closure’s sake.
Jordan put romance novels to shame: the Wheel of Time without a doubt holds the record for inexplicably extended rhapsodies over brocaded silk, embroidery, hemlines, and necklines.
Et Dieu… créa la femme (And God Created Woman)

Et Dieu… créa la femme (And God Created Woman). This is the film where Brigitte Bardot first got attention for the sex kitten thing. It’s an okay story, nothing special. I did appreciate many of the shots, lighting, and sets, especially the interiors. Definitely skippable, though. A funny coincidence: both this movie and the one I watched right before it, Blast of Silence, feature scenes where the emotional tension is heightened by quick cuts to musicians playing Latin music on hand drums. I assume this is a cliché that appears in other films of the era. See also: mad scene.

Around the clock at Waffle House: Smothered and covered on Cheshire Bridge Road | Creative Loafing Atlanta. Photo by Jason Travis.
Every night is different. We get a lot of drunks; you just have to know how to handle them. You gotta have a go-get-them personality. And you’ve gotta pray.
Blast of Silence

Blast of Silence. A Criterion essay cleverly calls it “the best movie ever made about a common, important, and unjustly neglected American experience: the really bad business trip”. It’s a great film noir that will only take 77 minutes of your time. It came out near the tail end of the genre’s peak, but in some ways it feels prototypical. Distilled. Lovely shots of New York City as he wanders in a sort of malaise. The hard-boiled voiceover really drives the misery home. Gangsters, dames, old friends-who-aren’t. Loneliness and disaffection. You know the clock is ticking on this guy from the very first moments. Nice appreciation at Bright Lights.

The rejection slip Essanay Film Manufacturing Company (1907-1925), a motion picture studio mostly remembered today for its series of Charlie Chaplin films, sent screenwriters whose submissions were found wanting (via Silent Movies: The Birth of Film and the Triumph of Movie Culture)
Oh, The Humanities!: What liberal arts are good for | The New Republic
Over the past few years, I have come to suspect that when any practice is praised for its own sake, the speaker is unwittingly confessing to his or her unfamiliarity with its previous uses, thereby making a virtue of his or her literal remoteness, distance, alienation, from it.
Oh, The Humanities!: What liberal arts are good for | The New Republic
Louis Armstrong – Mack The Knife – 1959. Remembered this when I was talking about Kurt Weill this afternoon. Great song.
What Are You Going to Do With That? – The Chronicle Review – The Chronicle of Higher Education
The world is much larger than you can imagine right now. Which means, you are much larger than you can imagine.
What Are You Going to Do With That? – The Chronicle Review – The Chronicle of Higher Education
I Didn’t See It Coming — Crooked Timber
Liminality in music!
At what point in [Iron Maiden song] “Prodigal Son” does it become metaphysically impossible that this is a Belle and Sebastian song?
I should add that comment #2 is remarkably incisive.