Look: The beast came at me out of the morning sun. Snorting, slobber hanging from its jowls, and dew flying from its body. I had time to snap this one picture before it pounced … or it’s just a picture of my dog from our morning walk.
Now for some clicks:
# One man tries to follow Gwyneth Paltrow’s heath advice from her site/newsletter Goop. Here is the why:
I felt bad. Not in the way that Michael Vick feels bad about those dogs, and not in the way that Michael Bay should feel bad about that Transformers sequel, but in the way that a lot of men who eat poorly and drink too much and don’t exercise enough usually feel bad. If I wasn’t hungry, I was stuffed; if I wasn’t hopped up on caffeine, I was exhausted; if I wasn’t stressed, I was bored. I’ve asked my G.P. about it a few times, and he’s told me he hears similar complaints from patients all the time. We’re not really sick. There’s nothing really wrong with us. We just feel lousy.
# David Byrne dreams up his perfect city and along the way riffs on robot garages in Japan, biking in NYC, and delivers a salvo of shots against Los Angeles.
# Sigur Ros’s Hoppipolla for your watching and listening pleasure.
# Monsters sell cars.
Talk: What have you been into lately?