In fact, HFCS is probably bad for you, or at least society as a whole—unless the skyrocketing obesity and diabetes rates in this country that correlate with the introduction of HFCS into our diet are mere coincidence—for complicated scientific reasons that are outlined here. (If you're suspicious of Wikipedia, try this.) Unless you want to believe the studies funded by "a large corn refiner, the American Beverage Institute and the Corn Refiners Association," in which case HFCS is totally fine, dude. You might also believe the testimony of reporters for media comapnies of which you've never heard, or scientists who work for organizations with which you're unfamiliar.
Video after the jump.
Fearing a generational "civil war" between young people and a "silver tsunami" of the aged in the coming decade, Amis, who's lost people close to him to awful degenerative diseases, told the Sunday Times, "There should be a [euthanasia] booth on every corner where you could get a martini and a medal." Fuck. I like martinis, and I love medals—I don't see the problem here. Various societies in favor of oldness are outraged.
Of course, the million dollar question here is which side Amis, now 60, would fight on in the coming war. He says himself: "Well, I'm not a million miles away from that myself."
A new name has yet to be announced. We hope to God it isn't "National Grid Park," although any big-name corporate alternatives aren't any more attractive. "Brooklyn Brewery Stadium" might be nice. "Thunderbolt Park" would be even better, since the stadium's construction unnecessarily, and illegally, resulted in the destruction of the neighborhood's other iconic rollercoaster. (Alvy Singer grew up underneath it!) Remember the good old days when stadia didn't need to wear a Corporate Banner?
Lit Up is one of the things we at the L most enjoy doing, not just for the quasi-legendary sense of boozy literary camaraderie at the live readings, but for the chance to read the often quite spectacular fiction output from aspiring writer types all over the city. So take a look at our submissions guidelines, and show us whatcher workin with.
And tell your friends, even the ones you secretly hate.
Anthony Weiner said today on Morning Joe that we all seem "frightened and scared" by not wanting to have the 9/11 Khalid Sheikh Mohammed trial in downtown New York.
Really? Not that I'd ever agree with a douchesack like Joe Scarborough (and I'm not, actually) but I gotta say I'm starting to understand the whole "this will be a really expensive pain in the ass" argument from downtown community boards and local pols, especially in light of no explicit promises from the feds to bankroll the steep security costs. A civilian trial, due process, transparent justice... yes, yes, yes. But a fully bunkered Lower Manhattan for several years? I can see the problem with that.
So, how should we do this? I guess you could just click over here for our listings page for this evening, but that seems unnecessary. How 'bout we just do it right here. After the jump, your many, many options for live rock music tonight.
Watch it now, 'cause I imagine it's not gonna be around for long. (Vulture)
So far, we've been treated to a State of the Union Address drinking game and some incongruous (funny?) hyperlinks. There has been the obligatory "You probably don't want to read what I have to say" manifesto and the less necessary "These con-artists are way worse than me" post. But, the thing is, we do want to hear what you have to say, Kari Ferrell. Or, at least, we kind of want you to make us want to hear what you have to say. Stop with this take-me-or-leave-me routine and show us your tried and true you-know-you-want-me side. That's the schtick that got you where you are today. That's what captivated us in the first place.
Really, I'll do anything to post this image, even if it means giving you the head's up about a charity casino night on Sunday at Unleash in Greenpoint, to benefit Dog Habitat Rescue. It's at 4pm this Sunday, 216 Franklin St. Five bucks gets you food, poker, craps and the chance to lose all your money for a good cause. Because helping animals doesn't have to be totally crazy.
I'm just kind of amazed by this. Clearly, anyone prepared to immolate themselves has a degree of mental instability that none of us can really understand. Then again, living happily in a society that has elevated cruelty to such mind-numblingly euphemized, hyper-industrialized efficiency, requires an awful lot of willful ignorance—maybe we should all be a little more unhinged. (Warning, those links are pretty intense, but hey, this stuff is happening in our own backyards...)
George Bernard Shaw summed up the cognitive dissonance inherent in the way we treat animals: "While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered beasts, how can we expect any ideal conditions on this earth?"
Betty began as a bona fide hit, garnering not only viewers but awards—star America Ferrera won a Golden Globe and an Emmy back in the mid-2000s. But, according to the New York Times, the show has consistently lost viewers, likely thanks to "convoluted story lines". (Did Betty travel through time like in Lost? To a fashion magazine in 1977? I wouldn't know because I'm 2 Cool 2 Watch It.) The show averages about five million viewers an episode, which means that if it were on NBC, Ferrera would be getting The Tonight Show.
American Psycho wasn’t the only comedy released in 2000 about a murdering rapist who suffers from delusions of grandeur while fearing deep down that no one even notices him. But whereas American Psycho was a modest indie hit and an enduring critical favorite, Hollow Man was a $95 million flop attracting near universal derision from reviewers, including the New York Times’s rookie chief critic, A.O. Scott. (Metacritic assigns the film a score of 24 out of 100, while Rotten Tomatoes rates it at a whopping 27 percent.)
Hollow Man’s failure marked the end of Dutch director Paul Verhoeven’s astonishing run in Hollywood in the 1980s and 1990s—a period in which he made in succession Robocop, Total Recall, Basic Instinct, Showgirls, and Starship Troopers. The first two were immediate unmitigated hits. The latter three were hostilely received upon their initial release (though Basic Instinct at least made money). But in the years since they have all aged into beloved cult classics. And yet there’s been no such reclamation for Hollow Man, which earlier this month took another kick to the shins from the L’s own Paul Brunick, who actually used the movie as his punchline. With the film’s tenth anniversary approaching—and with IFC screening it this weekend—it’s worth considering why, among all of Verhoeven’s Hollywood pictures, Hollow Man is uniquely reviled.
Sure, the economy grew last quarter the fastest it has in six years, but more importantly, the death of J.D. Salinger has revealed things like the video below, which you now must watch, because it will make your hearts grow.
"A Perfect Day for Bananafish," pages 21-25 of the January 31, 1948 issue of the New Yorker, is the story of Seymour Glass, a veteran of the Second World War, on vacation in Florida following hospitalization for psychiatric reasons, and some rather inappropriate behavior in New York.
Thank god. Just when I needed a little relief from sadness and anger and depression, a video shows up on youtube of a man making love (in the 1930s sense of the term) to a chicken on the uptown 6 train. Thank you internet, thank you humanity.
Cheers to Good Samaritans, Haiti, and drinking for a cause all weekend long.
also planned for Webster Hall:
Quarterly Arts Soiree (QAS)
Webster Hall, February 28
24 hour fundraiser for Orphans Int’l Worldwide Haiti
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
I need a sweet baby
Here's another good drinking song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1CULMYgUfc