Immigrant Misappropriations: The Importance of Ichiro
The seat was in Area 51, the section of bleachers directly behind the right-field fence that still serves as the unofficial Japanese cheering section. An older Japanese couple sat to my right. Both wore blindingly white Ichiro jerseys and flat-billed Mariners caps. They nodded, using the jerky, polite motion that many older Japanese use when greeting young Americans, and the husband offered me a bite of his plate of garlic fries. When I said, “No, thank you,” his wife smiled, revealing a gold canine tooth that reminded me, strangely enough, of a photo of my great-grandmother taken when she lived on an orchard in what is now North Korea, a few years before the Japanese occupation during World War II that forced her to flee to the South.
Chris Evans: American Marvel
I sincerely wish I remembered this better. It definitely had a pool table, because at some point there was a “jump over the pool table” contest, not that I have any recollection of what that entailed. In the car, Chris is enjoying explaining to everyone that at some point I decided to crawl out a window and wander off into the night. “So then my buddy’s like, ‘I think your friend is having some trouble,’ ” Chris says, “and I look over, and there’s Edith in the gutter!” (Not lying in the gutter. This I remember. Sitting on the curb, trying and failing to call a cab.)
A Burden So Great
Police know him. They’ve arrested him 160 times on paper, and countless times without documents, after his binges. He is a nuisance who owes the county nearly $30,000 in court fines and has paid nothing more than $1,000 toward the bill since he started getting locked up for public intoxication in 1993 as an unemployed 28-year-old. And so it comes to this day, when the judge and the district attorney and the public defender want to know why Darryl is still plaguing East Ridge, and why, at 45, he keeps flirting with a roadside death, and does it again and again and again. Darryl, his mother and sister are called to the defendant stand.
Dear Sugar: The Ghost Ship That Didn’t Carry Us
What don’t you know? Make a list. Write down everything you don’t know about your future life—which is everything, of course—but use your imagination. What are the thoughts and images that come to mind when you picture yourself at twice the age you are now? What springs forth if you imagine the 82 year-old self who opted to “keep enjoying the same life” and what when you picture the 82 year-old self with a thirty-nine year old son or daughter?
Aaron Sorkin Interviews David Carr
“The robot part is that he moves his elbow and content comes out. While he’s chatting, he’s also tweeting and blogging—and, you know, I’ll think that’s cute, and then the next day he’ll be on the front page with a synthetic piece about the analytics of television or new media, which he also covers. If Brian (Stelter) wasn’t such a decent guy, I would actually slip something into his food or quietly suffocate him with a pillow.”
Longtime Keeper of Hillary Clinton’s Image Has Forged a Loyal Badge of His Own
By his own account, Philippe Reines has been “hired, fired, forgiven, benched, promoted and promoted again.” He is currently Clinton’s deputy assistant secretary for strategic communications and has been the caretaker of her public image through her iterations as rookie senator, front-runner presidential candidate, sore loser and resurgent secretary of state. … The counterweight to Reines’s reputation for disinformation and dining out on the Clinton name is his profound loyalty to his adoptive clans. For that, he is Clinton’s favorite son and the life of his perpetual D.C. party.
The Fresh Air Interview: ‘South Park’s’ Trey Parker and Matt Stone
Mr. PARKER: So let’s make it look like it was “Family Guy” and not us. So then that gave us the whole idea for the show, that we would put “Family Guy” in the show and only have Muhammad appear in the “Family Guy” part. So if they ever saw a still of it on the Internet, or they ever saw anything, they’d know it was “Family Guy” and not us. And then they would get bombed and not us.
Lunch with David Mamet
As we eat our salads – I have ordered beetroot salad with goats’ cheese, chives and shallots – I take the opportunity of having this master craftsman in front of me to ask about writing. He commences by defining where others go wrong. “Anyone can write five people trapped in a snowstorm. The question is how you get them into the snowstorm. It’s hard to write a good play because it’s hard to structure a plot. If you can think of it off the top of your head, so can the audience. To think of a plot that is, as Aristotle says, surprising and yet inevitable, is a lot, lot, lot of work.”
The Last Lion
(Fiction) The Rebbe Revain Gross had fallen asleep at his desk again. He dozed slumped over some tenth grade exams. In his dream he was young once more, standing on a familiar street of his childhood. All he felt was goodness, a soft drowsy blanket wrapped around him, the world warm and embracing, familiar faces floating by. There were smiles from the teachers that had loved him, his mother and aunts reaching out, tousling his red hair. He saw his own Rebbe with tender eyes. In the dream he was reaching for something, not knowing what it was; a leaf falling silently in a deep forest.
Larry Flynt at Home
Terry Southern: “Den Hopper called me from Larry Flynt’s: ‘I’ve sent you a first-class round-trip ticket, and I want you to come out. I have a proposition for you. Take my word, it’s a good thing. I’ll meet the plane.’ And so I went out without knowing anything except that Den had recommended it. Den did meet me at the airport and he said, ‘Man, you’re going to dig this scene. This is fantastic!'”
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