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In response to Olafur Eliasson’s upcoming NYC waterfalls installation (which is going to be a huge, wet let down), Curbed has come up with some artist renderings of what actual waterfalls would look like in the city.

Delightful chaos!


Amazin’ Rickroll At Shea Stadium

by Keesup

UPDATE: YouTube now has multiple video confirmations that Shea Stadium was, indeed, Rickrolled.

So the New York Metropolitans are a baseball team in Queens, New York. Last year, they started a tradition of having a sing-along of “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond during the eighth inning. And by “started,” I mean “unsurreptiously borrowed from the Boston Red Sox.”

With the public getting wise, the Mets used the opportunity to put up a vote for a new, more suitable song for Mets fans – mostly kitschy, middle-brow fare like Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer,” Joan Jett’s “I Love Rock-n-Roll,” The Monkees’ “I’m A Believer,” and most oddly, Bruce Springsteen’s “Waitin’ on a Sunny Day.” (“Sweet Caroline” was also among the ten songs on the ballot.)

The Mets’ big mistake? They left a write-in space.

And so, over the five days, a massive, grass-roots Internet campaign was born. Their mission? To make Rick Astley’s 1987 hit “Never Gonna Give You Up” the official singalong of the 2008 Mets. The biggest Rickroll ever attempted in the history of the web.

What is a Rickroll? Here is a succinct explanation of the phenomenon.
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Highway to the McCain (Danger) Zone

In case you’re one of the four people in America who honestly can’t make up their mind between McCain, Hillary, and Obama, here is another factor to consider: campaign music. Marc Ambinder writes:

John McCain — As I type, the speakers are whispering an instrumental version of “God Bless America”. To warm up the crowd, his advance team mixes John Phillip Sousa marches (although not The Stars and Stripes Forever …) with John Williams fanfares. Before Navy audiences, they play Steve Smith’s Top Gun anthem and Kenny Loggins’ Highway To The Danger Zone.

I love that McCain plays “Highway to the Danger Zone.” It’s classic cheese (check out those olive-drab shades!). He may not know anything about the economy, but he certainly understands rock. 

Crush? Apply Poetry, Rinse, Repeat

This morning at work, bored as usual, I started Googling. I tried “Best Angry Song Ever,” but the only results were for bands with names like Puddle of Mud, DeathCoxxx, and Mothers of Holy Darkness. Not what I was looking for. Next, I tried, “Greatest Love Poem Ever,” and this page on was the first hit. Poetry dot com may have started out with genuine artistic aspirations back in 1995, but whoever owns the domain name has since retired to the Bahamas, supported by revenue from the ads plastered all over the homepage. I wish I had possessed the foresight at 13 to buy up simple, broad domains like,, and I, and every other person with internet access, was sitting on gold and we didn’t even know it.

It’s not really our fault, guys. No one knew how big this interweb thing would get. Witness: Newsweek circa 1995.

Anyway, the above-embedded page of poetry may be on a site for hacks and stupid people, but it has some legitimate poetry. Check it out. Mend that aching heart with the balm of words. Or whatever.

Six-Word Memoirs: Brevity In Action

SMITH magazine is a welcome discovery for a scribbler like me. It’s an online magazine that acts as a “home for storytelling of all forms and kinds, with a focus on personal narrative. We believe everyone has a story, and everyone should have a place to tell it.” Admirable!

SMITH recently published “Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure” and I’ve passed pleasurable minutes reading some of the entries. Consider this, the profound:

Diapers, rompers, shorts, jeans, suits, diapers.

 Or this, the silly (but still a little profound):

Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah

And this, the moving and profound:

I still make coffee for two

Enter: Lizzie Widdicombe’s review in the New Yorker, an exercise in literary discipline. It opens:

Brevity: a good thing in writing. Exploited by texters, gossip columnists, haikuists. Not associated with the biography genre. But then—why shouldn’t it be? Life expectancies rise; attention spans shrink. Six words can tell a story. That’s a new book’s premise, anyway.

Do you get it? The entire review is composed of six-word sentences! I know because I counted each one, with my eyes.

I need to bring this Widdicombe person on as a guest blogger. I wonder if, in place of her position as a staff writer at the most prestigious magazine in the nation, she’ll accept $100 a week and unlimited use of my David Sedaris home library. Lizzie, if you’re reading this, let me know.


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