Happy Thursday, dudes and ladydudes of Cleveland. I’m feeling unusually terse today. Normally anything as slight as Slider’s bare chest can coax a couple thousand words out of me, but not today. The Browns are in a relatively non-controversial offseason of Project Rebuild: Year 17, the boil of NBA free agency is starting to subside, and the Indians are already being well-covered at WFNY by individuals more qualified than myself.
So, this Thursday I have a random collection of links, videos, pictures, nonsense, digressions, and total non sequiturs. Maybe this will become the norm. Maybe it won’t. But if you want thousands of my own words to bore you to tears, feel free to read my “Educated Consumers’ Guide to Following the NBA Free Agency Madness” (with an upcoming amended chapter for transportation-related emoji), or my post making an absurd case that the Cavs’ season was saved by a field trip to a bowling alley. But for now: pithy and spontaneity.
Did Lauren Holiday and Alex Morgan give away the secret to the U.S. National Women’s Team’s success against Japan in the World Cup Final?1 Or did Alex Morgan’s flawless description of the euphoria of winning her sport’s greatest prize just coincidentally sound similar to every written description of taking cocaine or molly I’ve ever read? Probably the latter. #USWNT #JustRollin
This article from Uproxx Sports’ Martin Rickman on the Stihl Timbersports series in Central Park was a lot of fun.
The finals are extremely tight at the top heading into the last event, the hot saw. For those who have never experienced a hot saw, there are a couple things to keep in mind. First, it’s loud. Like louder than NASCAR loud.
The saws are modified chain saws made to look like props from Mad Max, with spray-painted words on the side and metal everywhere. They’re souped up with jet-ski, snowmobile or motorcycle engines and they can cost anywhere between $5,000 and $15,000.
Even these guys, some of whom look like they could moonlight as professional weightlifters, seem to have trouble wielding the machines. So to hold one up, make a solid cut down, then up, then down again, takes incredible patience and discipline, not to mention strength.
… as was this Wired article from Jesse Jarnow with the narrative that the Grateful Dead were technological and entrepreneurial innovators, not just a psychedelic pre-jam band.
The Dead, long stereotyped as hippies stuck in the Summer of Love, surely seemed anachronistic by the time it disbanded in 1995 after the death of guitarist and songwriter Jerry Garcia. But the Grateful Dead remains one of the most innovative and tech-savvy bands in pop history. Long before it became necessary (or cool) to do so, the band embraced a DIY ethos in everything from manufacturing its own gear to publishing its own music to fostering a decentralized music distribution system. The Dead’s obsession with technology was almost inseparable from the band’s psychedelic ambition and artistic independence.
A blog post featuring a comic strip: Uninspired. Lazy. Unrefined. Bordering on crass. “Low” Art.
One of my favorite excerpts from Joseph Heller’s Catch-22:
Major Major had been born too late and too mediocre. Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three. Even among men lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.
And now for your random 90s song of the day. Oasis’s “Don’t Look Back in Anger.” I was tempted to pick “Wonderwall” even if it is cliché — it’s a great song. (What’s the Story) Morning Glory? remains one of my favorite albums ever. Have a killer Thursday.
So Sally can wait
She knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by
My soul slides away
“But don’t look back in anger,” I heard you say