Colson Whitehead is posting updates over at Grantland (more about this site later) about his experience at the World Series of Poker. This is just the first, but it is already full of good stuff like this:
Next to two Big Mitches was a Methy Mike, a harrowed man who had been tested in untold skirmishes, of which the poker table was only one. If Methy Mike had been hitched, the lady had packed her bags long ago, and if they had spawned, their parenting goals probably ended with making sure their kid did not get a tattoo on her face, and they did not always succeed.
NuPenny exists as a traveling art installation under the guise of an inaccessible toy store. On the surface, and viewed as a retail establishment or typical sales model, NuPenny seems fundamentally flawed in connecting with those who desire to take its products home. True enough. But on another level the storeʼs reason for being is as a realm of carefully manufactured objects of desire that have not (or perhaps cannot) find either their place or time in the world. The first appearance of this toy store installation was in Waterville, Maine in January of 2010. Four months later and without notice NuPenny closed in Waterville and moved to another town.
Now, you can go all over the web to see this ridiculed and lambasted, and they’ve already apologized for it. But I have a much more fundamental problem with this document and the fact that Mishey B signed it. And that is this. Why is this news?
Air security is expected to tighten, particularly for international flights into the United States, in light of recent intelligence that terrorists might be considering boarding flights with surgically implanted explosive devices, an American security official said Wednesday.
The authorities have long been concerned about the possibility of a suicide attack involving implanted explosives.
In 2009, a militant wounded a Saudi prince by detonating a bomb that was thought to have been in his large intestine. The bomber died, and officials later determined that it was more likely placed in his underwear.
Of course the bomber died. And besides, the human body makes for terrible shrapnel.