The impossibly-tacky lifted Dodge pickup truck that Kenny Powers “inherited” when his shit-kicking friend Shane died is for sale.
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Times auto reviewer Ezra Dyer got the worst possible assignment last week — to write a review of the 2012 Toyota Camry. You have to feel for the guy. What the hell do you write about those ubiquitous, dowdy beige grocery-getters that could possibly make for an interesting article?
The Camry, which has less flavor than Mitt Romney eating half a saltine, has been America’s best selling automobile for 13 of the last 14 years. (Think about the awfulness of that next time someone starts bad-mouthing the cars coming out of Detroit.) To Dyer’s credit, he realized there is no way to talk about the most boring car ever built other than to point out numerous times how lame Camry owners are. Continue reading
If you’re a pretentious foodie geek culinary savoir-faire you’re probably familiar with the concept of umami. It’s a Japanese word for the “fifth basic taste” (after sweet, sour, bitter and salty) that was only isolated and identified in 1985.
The idea of some hidden dimension of flavor is a pretty coddamn interesting one and while listening to music recently it occurred to me that my ears were detecting something similar in many new songs. Continue reading
Recently my favorite blogger, Derek Thompson of The Atlantic, cited the commonly-heard statistic that women earn 77 cents for every dollar men earn and asked his readers to answer a simple question: “Is the U.S. Economy Sexist?”
Thompson helpfully pulled together some of the most insightful answers from his comment section, but after reading through all of them, I’m left feeling even more bewildered. Does the pay gap really exist, and if it does, should it matter? Continue reading
You thought I forgot about Craigslost? Hell and no!
Slim Pickens and I spent hours this week trawling the bottom of the human slime pond that is Craigslist to bring you another round of soul-crushing-yet-hilarious stories about JO knife fights, sack-punching fetishes and manhood camping the human condition.
Let’s get to the fuckery!
(Craigslost is NSFW but there’s no nudity, just sexual language.)
The other day Crasstalk superstar commenter MonkeyBiz was informing us that he and his three roommates (yes, I count Leo) have opened their hot tub. You all congratulated him on his new, swinging jacuzzi-based lifestyle and while I too was happy for Mister Biz, I felt a deep sense of conflict.
I had something to get off my chest. I’ve kept the feelings bottled up inside me for so long that I’d forgotten the joys of a three-hour hot tub soak. I’m writing this today because my fellow survivors have stories to tell — stories about 6 to 10 days of mild discomfort, stories of cool dudes with shiny t-shirts and bangin’ ass chicks with Kanye glasses who have been relegated to the shadows of society for up to a week and a half. My friends, I’m writing this today because I am a Hot Tub Rash survivor and this is my story. Continue reading
Well it looks like the bastards forced ’em to take down the Black Keys video I showed you yesterday. But all is not lost — here’s the excellent band Miike Snow’s set of piano-driven pop at Coachella. Our own SusanBAwesome asked for this one. Enjoy!
Yesterday I pointed you to a video of M83’s set at the Coachella Festival. Well it seems that the same uploader (Coldplay’s Youtube channel) has given us more great footage. Here’s the Black Keys set from Friday night.
We live in amazing times. Within a day of M83’s by-all-accounts-amazing set Friday night at Coachella, high quality videos of the entire set were up on Youtube. Most concert footage posted on the internet is utter crap, but in this case whoever shot these apparently had access to the soundboards because the audio sounds great. Oh, and the set is split into four video, so I embedded them as a playlist and they’ll all play together.
I’ve been finding a ton of great remixes and mashups lately, so I threw a bunch of them together for you kids. The result is a bit rough around the edges (thanks to a few obvious fuckups here and there) but there should be enough electro-y goodness in there to keep you entertained. Continue reading