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New Tim and Eric is out. Oh my sweet god is it strange.

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There is a blog out there for people who are (or at least want to be) okay with being fat:

Weight itself is not a health problem, except in the most extreme cases (i.e., being underweight or so fat you’re immobilized). In fact, fat people live longer than thin people and are more likely to survive cardiac events, and some studies have shown that fat can protect against “infections, cancer, lung disease, heart disease, osteoporosis, anemia, high blood pressure, rheumatoid arthritis and type 2 diabetes.” Yeah, you read that right: even the goddamned diabetes. Now, I’m not saying we should all go out and get fat for our health (which we wouldn’t be able to do anyway, because no one knows how to make a naturally thin person fat any more than they know how to make a naturally fat person thin; see point 4), but I’m definitely saying obesity research is turning up surprising information all the time — much of which goes ignored by the media — and people who give a damn about critical thinking would be foolish to accept the party line on fat. Just because you’ve heard over and over and over that fat! kills! doesn’t mean it’s true. It just means that people in this culture really love saying it.

Happy birthday...from the grave

Happy birthday...from the grave

VH1’s blog Scandalist posted a tacky/darkly funny photoshopped pic of Jon Benet Ramsey wearing a birthday hat, to commemorate what would today be her 18th b-day. (She would also be, as one of my meatspace colleagues pointed out to me, a hottie.)

Gawker, among other places, threw a goddamn hissy fit. Which is ironic, considering Gawker is a nexus for shit-talk, rumors, and week-ruining pseudo-journalism. From Wikipedia:

On March 14, 2006, Gawker.com launched Gawker Stalker Maps, a mashup of the site’s Gawker Stalker feature and Google Maps.[5] Gawker Stalker, originally a weekly roundup of celebrity sightings in New York City submitted by Gawker readers, first posted on April 21, 2003, is now frequently updated, and the sightings are displayed on a map.

The feature has drawn criticism from celebrities and publicists for encouraging stalking, and George Clooney rep Stan Rosenfeld called Gawker Stalker “a dangerous thing.” Jessica Coen has said that the map is harmless, that Gawker readers are “for the most part, a very educated, well-meaning bunch,” and that “if there is someone really intending to do a celebrity harm, there are much better ways to go about doing that than looking at the Gawker Stalker.”[3][6]

Read Emily Gould’s “Exposed” for more insight on just how shitty a place Gawker is. And thank you, Scandalist, for giving me something to laugh at and feel bad about at the same time.

Bob Barr campaign v The World for the mantle of most emotive political ad:

The New Republic’s

When black people dance, they dance like this. But when white people dance, they dance like this.

You have now essentially experienced every episode of “The Arsenio Hall Show.” You have also now essentially read the entirety of Stuff White People Like, a comedic blog which may have recently popped up in your inbox, forwarded to you by an enthusiastic friend (him or herself no doubt, like the blog’s author, white).

For those few who haven’t yet seen it, read about it in the Los Angeles Times, or heard about it on NPR, the blog was created by a 29-year-old aspiring comedy writer in L.A. and it is, by its own description, “devoted to stuff white people like,” presented as numbered, encyclopedia-style entries, e.g. #1 Coffee; #5 Farmer’s Markets; #69 Mos Def; or #79 Modern Furniture.

A few observers have already pointed out, rightly, that Stuff White People Like isn’t about white people in general, but rather about a very specific demographic sliver of left-leaning, city-dwelling white folk–in other words, people like me. These people have previously been trapped and tagged alternately as yuppies, or Bobos, or (by yours truly in New York magazine) grups. Basically, they embody the uneasy marriage of urban affluence and liberal (and/or progressive, and/or alternative, and/or “indie”) ideals. For example, there are plenty of white people in America who fairly obviously don’t like (#15) yoga or (#46) The Sunday New York Times or (#28) not having a TV. But it’s much funnier and, at least on its face, more original to say “White People” rather than “Yuppies.” I mean, if someone sent you a link to a blog called “Stuff Bobos Like,” would you even open it, let alone forward it to all your Bobo friends?

Google’s Lat Long Blog announced today that it has expanded the number of places you can see using Street View to include New Orleans. This is very good news, as I have noticed a recent decline in depressing NOLA images.

No New Orleans post would be complete without a Kanye refer:

After a chance encounter with an affluent man from Spanish Harlem, my personal perspective on the drug community is forever changed.  Growing up in suburbia I am exposed to pharmacies and drug stores like Walgreens or CVS that sell cold remedies and doctor prescribed medications.  This is my norm. 

 

However for this man, in his neighborhood, illicit narcotics are much more prevalent that their Medicare-covered counter parts and pharmacies exist in the hands of the individual entrepreneurs who seek to start a business.  In this instance, customers seek solace in Marijuana, Heroine, and Crack rather than Prozac, Valium, and Ritalin.  In either case, there are users who legitimately seek out the medication for personal pain relief as well as those who abuse the drugs for personal recreation.  Addicts get their fix from either pharmacy. 

 

I know what I’m saying here is nothing new, that there are white-collar and blue-collar addicts everywhere.   But this weekend was the first opportunity I’ve ever had to see first hand the legitimate positive effects of the legalization of narcotics.  My friend runs is very wealthy circles, has an extensive list of clientele, and manages multiple employees.  He is essentially the same kind of drug mogul as a Pfizer CEO just without the benefits legitimacy has to offer.

 

While the debate over the legalization of marijuana continues and the line in the sand is getting clearer by the day, I’d like to imagine a world where men like these are free to organize and expand.  Imagine a world where the major drug companies suddenly have to compete with businessmen from some of the poorest neighborhoods in the world.  Where CVS begins stocking its cocaine and heroine next to the cough syrup and diapers.