Caille Millner, writing at the San Francisco Chronicle:
Oh, I noted the histrionic commentary, and I read the outraged letters to the editor. For some reason, I just couldn’t get all that worked up about the scourge of buses parading our streets, blocking our municipal bus stops, mocking everyone who didn’t work at Google by flaunting how great it was to work at a company that offered you a coddled commuting experience with free Wi-Fi.
Annoying as it all was, complaining about it seemed to me like the definition of a First World problem - and besides, nothing about the concept of “working in Mountain View” will ever make me envious.
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Vincze Miklós at io9:
Forget putting up four walls and a roof; these homes use the stony walls of natural and human-made caves to shelter their inhabitants from the storm. Check out these incredible rocky homes, from ancient cave dwelling to modern house, to the buildings that may have inspired J.R.R. Tolkien’s Hobbiton.
There really are some incredible looking homes around the world. Stunning photos in this post.
Rob Payne at Pajiba:
Oh, sure, there’s always Don acting like the Guy-in-the-Rated-R-Movie and Roger Sterling’s one-liners or pathetic attempts at intimacy with the wrong woman. Who can’t get enough of Pete Campbell’s tantrums and meltdowns or Peggy winning at life while everyone else around her flails miserably? Every scene with Joan is sure to be satisfying, on talent and aesthetics levels, and any sequence involving Betty and her new-ish family is rife with schadenfreude delights. And, at the end of a long week when you feel the desperate urge to punch someone, anyone, in the ear - there’s always Harry, just waiting for a chance to say or do the most cringe-worthy thing imaginable. But the character that makes me smile and damn glad I tuned in every single episode, even if (at most times) he only merits a scene or two, and often nary a line, is Aaron Staton as “Ken Cosgrove, Accounts.”
Ken is probably the only character on Mad Men that I didn’t hate at some point in the series.
Christopher Maag at Narratively:
The Toyota Camry driver wants to turn right. He’s blocked by a dump truck and two delivery vans trying to get onto the Brooklyn Bridge. The vans can’t get past the cars coming down Frankfort Street, which in turn can’t move because of three taxis inching toward the onramp of the northbound FDR, all of whom have driven the traffic cop in the yellow vest to drop her red batons and take a break on the sidewalk.
Right into the middle of this mess trots Maria Laskaris, walking beside her two-ton hot dog cart. She’s taking up the entire center lane of Pearl Street, and she does not stop. The cart has a button on a thick electrical cord that engages a battery-powered motor to turn the rear axle. Laskaris keeps her thumb on the button and the rear wheels spin forward.
There is some great stuff being written at Narratively. Wish I had found the site sooner. I’ve stashed about 15 article in my Pocket queue.
for almost a decade, richard sat across from roger ebert in the balcony on ebert & roeper, ranting, raving, and dissecting the thing they both loved best, films. it is a job at once delightful and exhausting, transporting and enervating. richard watches movies for a living, a job we’d all kill to have, but as he’ll tell you, sometimes it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
the day after his longtime collaborator and friend roger ebert passed away, richard and aisha wade through being a junior reporter, the allure of carson, on the job training, urban legends, porn stars, hanging with mellencamp, being trapped in the theater, why movies are still awesome, and wrecking bring your child to work day. plus we remember roger ebert.
I’m a big fan of Aisha Tyler’s girl on guy podcast, and this episode should be fantastic. Downloading as I type.
Chadwick Matlin, writing at The New Republic:
One weekend afternoon in September, Mike Konczal sat down at his computer to research a blog post. Another miserable jobs report had restarted the debate about what, if anything, the Federal Reserve should do to help unemployed Americans find a job. Konczal, a Roosevelt Institute think tanker specializing in economics, wanted to write about it.
But he knew he couldn’t do it the way the rest of the media had, a stultifying mix of acronyms and technical terms. “Even the people who wanted to learn about it could just not learn that way,” Konczal told me. The most important news is almost always the most arcane. Like anyone who’s ever tried to write about the economy for a mass audience, Konczal was frustrated with that paradox. How do you make something impossibly confusing entirely comprehensible?
He had an idea: You explain it with GIFs.