Ultimately, I made this map to show a different side of the United States. Human geographers spend so much time thinking about where people are. I thought I might bring some new insight by showing where they are not, adding contrast and context to the typical displays of the country’s population geography.
You just got rodeo dogged, son.
From the website for Melissa Dean’s shop, Rodeo Dog Design:
"Rodeo dog" (idiom/family slang, circa 1992)
1. (v) to agree, unwittingly, to engage in an unplanned activity and/or favor; usually perpetuated by a person for whom you have affection.
2. (n) An act or procedure which achieves an end by mildly deceptive means, but with no malicious intent.
3. example: You are invited out to lunch by your favorite aunt & somehow on the way there you find yourself spending 2 hours at Chico’s while she tries things on. In this case, you have been “rodeo dogged.” Someone else in your family may point this out to you by exclaiming “Rodeo dog!”
One of the best bands working today. This album can’t drop soon enough.
This is great.
Mixtape: The Questlove Era of R&B
I was digging through old hard drives this morning and unearthed a treasure trove of early 2000s R&B. Below is a sampling of my favorites.
I like to think of this as the Questlove era of R&B, when he was on a producing tear and had his hands in all sorts of non-Roots projects (D’Angelo, Bilal, Badu, Blackalicious, Jill Scott). I’m pretty sure he’s playing drums on at least half of these tracks.
Angie Stone - U-Haul
Sunshine Anderson - Heard It All Before
Bilal - Reminisce
Erykah Badu - Didn’t Cha Know
Leela James - My Joy
Anthony Hamilton - Where I’m Coming From
D’Angelo - The Line
Bilal - Soul Sista
Jill Scott - A Long Walk
Blackalicious - Make You Feel That Way
7 people probably sneezed, almost knocked over their coffee and in a desperate attempt to not spill their coffee, stood up and saved it. Suddenly they heard this glorious voice and fainted, their hand landing on the mouse and thus, clicking the thumbs down button. Yep that’s the only way…
This is wonderful. What fun work. And I loved seeing the handwritten comments on the typeface proofs.
I cannot WAIT to see Janelle Monae live again. Don’t miss her if you know what’s good for ya.
Dan Savage, high school senior, 1982, Chicago.
Savage grew up in Rogers Park, attended Quigley Seminary Prep (Rush and Chestnut) for two years to become a priest, but ended up graduating from Metro High.
His button says, “You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
photo via Chicago Reader
Okay, this is super meta — but also interesting for photojournalism geeks like myself.
In the seconds after the tragic Boston Marathon bombing this morning, Globe photographer John Tlumacki snapped this harrowing and widely-circulated image of 78-year-old runner Bill Iffrig on the ground, three policeman springing into action around him.
But check out the
AP image photo above from fellow Globe photographer David L. Ryan. It was taken from the bridge above the finish line just seconds before Tlumacki’s photo. If you look carefully, you can actually see Tlumaki in a yellow vest, camera poised, about to take the now-famous photo.
Also, be sure to read this interview with Tlumaki about his experience on the ground today.
UPDATE: The Globe’s Damon Kiesow informs me that the second photo was actually shot by another Globe photographer, not the AP. Corrected above.
Our latest explainer tackles the concussion crisis in professional football. It’s a tragic story and one we’re going to be hearing a lot about this offseason, thanks to a class-action lawsuit against the NFL. Over 4,000 former players have joined the suit. It kicked off earlier this week.
Adam Doster wrote this latest explainer and Newsbound designed/produced it. Let me know what you think.
Jason Molina: 1973-2013
When I die put my bones in an empty street
To remind me how it used to be
Don’t write my name on a star
Bring a Coleman lantern and a radio
Cleveland game and two fishing poles
And watch with me from the shore
Ghostly steel and iron ore
Ship’s coming home …
- “Blue Factory Flame”
There was a time in my twenties where, every night for months, I fell asleep to the last three songs of Didn’t It Rain. The “Blue” Series, as I like to think of them. And it being Jason Molina’s handiwork, they were incredibly blue. Who knows what harrowing dreams befell me thanks to those night-shift lullabies.
During that same period (was it weeks? months? years?), I would turn to Songs:Ohia in the morning too, headphones in, heading through D.C.’s Logan Circle to work. I learned that “Farewell Transmission” is a great walking song. A great waking-up-your-bones song.
I don’t know how many times Magnolia Electric Co. played the Black Cat during my three years in that city. In my memory, that band came through like the seasons. We went to every show. It never got old.
I can remember Molina milling around before each gig. I can see him at the bar, ordering up some medicine. And there was that night that he played through a cold, with a scarf around his neck, a mug of tea in place of his beer. In the middle of one song, my buddy Andrew got caught in the vibe and raised his arm with his index finger pointing upwards. Molina saw it from thirty feet away. His eyes narrowed and he lifted his own hand from the guitar to reach out, a curious smile on his face. Andrew didn’t notice, lost in the tune.
I can’t get that smile out of my head tonight.
For those of you who didn’t know his music, it’s never too late. So here’s an introduction:
Farewell Transmission (Songs:Ohia)
Captain Badass (Songs:Ohia)
Lonesome Valley (Magnolia Electric Co.)
Hold On Magnolia (Songs:Ohia)
What Comes After The Blues (Magnolia Electric Co.)
Two Blue Lights (Songs:Ohia)
Northstar Blues (Magnolia Electric Co.)
Talk To Me Devil, Again (Magnolia Electric Co)
Blue Factory Flame (Songs:Ohia)
"A magical, miraculous, horrible, scary thing." Definitely watch this clip. Then go see Chasing Ice in its entirety.
Beck sells out way better than most.