“I called [Bob Dylan] … I said, ‘I am totally wigged out and I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing, and I’ve got a lot of pressure to incorporate what’s going on.’ He said, ‘Go back to your roots. Take out the albums that you loved and play those songs. Get your band together and rehearse those songs, and then you will start writing.’ And that’s what I did.”
—Sheryl Crow in Rolling Stone, Oct. 31, 2002. (via)
I had the best meal of my life yesterday. It consisted of a tiny bag of mini pretzels manufactured by the King Nut Company of Solon, OH, two sturdy Biscoff cookies with DELTA emblazoned on them and a similarly labeled styrofoam cup of coffee with one thimbleful of Dairy Fresh half & half (“Needs no chill”). I dunked the cookies in the coffee, which was ne plus ultra the best decision I made in 2009. Post-consumption, I felt slightly dreamy, as if I were on a morphine drip in the peacock garden next to St. John the Divine.
This is all just to say that cheap carbohydrates should absolutely be a part of any business model that wants to succeed. Thank you Delta, all is almost forgiven for sending me to Cincinnati, even though it is not Chicago where I am supposed to be.
I’ve been ceaselessly mulling over what I could contribute to the ranking-things-of-the-past-decade canon, and have finally settled on The Best Journalism Movies.
Here they are, in no particular order.
1. Shattered Glass
2. State of Play
Benjamin Franklin’s schedule. (via)
“Every time an American goes through security, I want them to pause for a moment and think, What is my government doing to inconvenience the terrorists? Rendition teams, Predator drones, assassination squads. That’s all part of it.”
—Erik Prince, former CEO of Blackwater/Xe, quoted in the current Vanity Fair.
Unrelated: The best newspapers of 2009, IMHO.
I can die now. Everything makes sense.
