A boy in her class loaned her Alpine The Reindeer and she loves him.
John A. Frascotti, the chief marketing officer at Hasbro, pointed out other reasons for these toys’ growing popularity.
“It’s the coming of age of the Title IX mom, who grew up as an athlete in her own right,” he said, referring to the gender equity law. “And men, who have grown up in that environment, who have daughters, want their children, both boys and girls, to have equal opportunity to play.”
— The Times’ front-page piece about girls’ new love bows and arrows.
I remember the last thing I ever made of Lego, far later into adolescence than I should admit. It was a robot that, thanks to double-jointed hinges, could continually reconfigure itself without being disassembled. And in this sense it was anti-Lego, capable of being remade without being unmade. I knew that it was the most I could ever do in the medium, and the end of an era. It drifted back into that bucket.
A quarter-century later I saw the same bucket opened and overturned by a young nephew. And there, like a time traveler, was this same robot. Mostly just its legs, standing Ozymandias-like in a pile of bricks. I reached for it, but not faster than my nephew, who, recognizing an accretion of especially useful pieces, instantly dissolved it with his hands.
— Thomas de Monchaux, "an architect who is writing a book about trucks, forts and dinosaurs."
"Hey, Jelly. How'd you sleep?"
"In the bed!"
Tape deck #lifehack
David Carr’s description of Netflix life.
Odds for the ‘True Detective’ Finale
None are spoilers if you’ve watched the first seven episodes:
- Revelation that Marty’s daughter Audrey has been abused by some element of the sprawl: 1:1.
- No ‘Yellow King’ reveal: 2:1. The Yellow King doesn’t need to be a single person. It’s just as likely a creepy figure of worship that has worked its way into the culture and landscape of the region.
- Maggie makes spaghetti: 3:1.
- This son-of-a-bitch is up to something: 3:1. Commander Speece is the Cal Ripken Jr. of being an asshole.
- Errol The Lawnmower Man drugging our heroes: 5:1.
- Papania and Gilbough use Rust’s storage unit to prove he was a killer of women and children: 5:1
- Rust’s taxman ledger used as evidence to prove he’s a killer of women and children: 6:1.
- Audrey’s boyfriend is part of the conspiracy: 6:1.
- Marty’s father-in-law part of the sprawl: 7:1.
- Rust or Marty undercover in animal head a la Tom Hanks & Dan Aykroyd Dragnet: 8:1.
- Rust hallucinates green ears on spaghetti monster’s head: 8:1.
- Reverend Tuttle not dead: 10:1.
- Stacey Gerhart murder revealed: 10:1. The missing girl from the billboards is probably just further evidence of the sprawl.
- Involvement of Joel Theriot: 20:1. He seems to be an honest tent preacher, and if the sprawl organizers were to liquidate everyone Rust has talked to, he’d be top of the list.
- Marty is some iteration of the yellow king because he’s such a mysognist dipshit that if you drug him enough and get him angry this somehow happens: 50:1. Low odds because posters aren’t canon.
- Everything tied up with a bow: 100:1.
All the Way
For my birthday, my lovely wife took me to see Bryan Cranston as LBJ in “All the Way.” A couple things that stuck with me:
- Yes, Cranston has at least one scene where he screams at someone while wearing a button down shirt and his underwear.
- Cranston’s performance is a hell of a physical undertaking. The show is 3 hours long and he is yelling in just about every scene.
- Like ‘Lincoln,’ the story is about force of will and compromise. Cranston’s LBJ is wrestling with the limitations of the country: Seat one black person on the Mississippi Democratic delegation, and it shows you’re kowtowing to MLK, which shows that blacks are running the country now, goes the thinking of millions of Americans LBJ is worrying about. He is a man navigating ugly, ignorant forces, because they control reality.
- Contrary to ‘Lincoln,’ LBJ is just a son-of-a-bitch who happens to be on the right side of history when it comes to the Civil Rights Act. He has no self-awareness, no empathy, he is surrounded by toadies, and he’s certain no one will ever think of him as anything other than a son of a bitch. So he might as well get things done.
It was a very good play which unfortunately never contained his advice that, “If the circumstances make it such that you can’t fuck a man in the ass, then just peckerslap him."