Annoying New York Times articles
The real question is what kind of Depends these clowns are going to demand in 40 years.
The real question is what kind of Depends these clowns are going to demand in 40 years.
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Toronto's green bin program accepts diapers for composting.Comment
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Hipsters just don't understand diaper culture.
I'm in awe of the people who write these articles. They get so much into even half a sentence, like:
Ms. Stare said she “E.C.’d” her oldest son, DamienComment
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They are very well crafted.
Bespoke or artisanal, one might sayComment
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Damien was the kid in The Omen, wasn't he?Comment
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Exactly. I'd say these articles were too good to be true, but I don't want to spoil them.Comment
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A great new entry for the list of people first to be against the wall in the class war:
“JONNNNN!”
The sound was coming from the back of the store, and it was a problem.
I tried to shop Carson Street Clothiers a few weeks ago, soon after its March opening. New-store smell can be distracting — you can tell more about a place after time has softened it a bit — but I was in the neighborhood and wanted to take a peek.
At the back of the store is a seating area: chairs are comfortable, beer and water are free, magazines are there for the thumbing through. That’s where the voice was coming from. It was Lawrence Schlossman, editor of Four Pins, and an author of last year’s profanely titled men’s-wear guidebook, blowing my cover.
Going unrecognized is part of this job, and that means being a part of no clubs, or at least not in any real way. (And don’t let anyone tell you differently: there absolutely is a club.) Mr. Schlossman looked cozy, as if he had been sitting there for about six months. Noted.
Not long after that, Jian DeLeon, style writer for Complex and Valet, posted a picture of the Carson Street seating area on Instagram with the caption “First rule of #menswear club ...” A couple of weeks later, I bumped into Joshua Kissi of Street Etiquette on Houston Street, who, after a brief conversation, nodded in the direction of Crosby Street and asked if I had been to Carson Street yet.
So, then. All roads — all men’s-wear bros? — lead to Carson Street Clothiers, which has quickly become one of the city’s essential men’s stores, and a favorite of the young men’s-wear illuminati. I’ve walked by the place maybe half a dozen times and seen men sitting on the stoop, smoking in perfectly tailored blazers. Scott Schuman must bike by and roll his eyes, thinking, “What have I wrought?”
I returned on a quiet day for another attempt at incognito and was greeted warmly (and anonymously). Could I leave my bag behind the register so I didn’t have to drag it around the store? I could. Did I want something to drink while I shopped? I did not, but I could see how other eminently reasonable shoppers might.
You will not want anything in your hands as a distraction here. The inventory is astutely chosen, and often surprising: a thin bomber-style jacket by Mackintosh, dark blue with white varsity-style accents ($695); a bright yellow lightweight rain jacket by Melinda Gloss; a violet-check spread-collar shirt by Ian Velardi ($225); a rather flabbergasting array of Drake’s ties. If the two-tone slate-blue lambskin suede Patrik Ervell varsity jacket had been about three-fourths of an inch longer in the body, I might now be $1,345 lighter in the wallet.
CARSON STREET operates in the increasingly fuzzy turf between tailored and casual clothing, and its selection of blazers is robust. There’s beautiful stuff from Ovadia & Sons, especially one in pulpy blue with external pockets ($1,100) and a classic double-breasted navy option with gold buttons ($1,750). On a more modest scale, there was a rumpled military green option by Mr. Velardi and austere, unstructured ones by L.B.M. 1911 ($625). The most exciting were the ones made for the Carson Street house line by Southwick — the selection at the moment tends toward summer tweeds in bright but mature color combinations. (A quarter or more of the inventory is house line, the salesclerk said.)
Perhaps the most striking thing about Carson Street is its size: large enough for that relaxed seating area, and to stock any accessories one might need. That means bags, sunglasses, hair products, magazines like Fantastic Man and Man of the World and, of course, shoes, including a lovely chocolate brown cap-toe by Yanko ($550), a Spanish company currently exclusive to Carson Street in the United States, and a handful of the more dignified Mark McNairys.
I thought about the Yankos but was already in the hole. I’d been taken by a pair of emerald green twill Ovadia pants ($245) — summer garden parties, watch out — and a hooded Velardi camouflage jacket with a corduroy collar ($450), striking enough to overcome the fact that, really, we should all stop wearing camouflage.Comment
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I'm assuming this monstrosity from Bill Keller didn't make it into print, but Jesus H Christ.
Yeah, a Ken Starr investigation is just what Washington needs now.The president should announce that he has told the Justice Department to appoint an independent investigator with bulldog instincts and bipartisan credibility. The list of candidates could start with Kenneth Starr, who chased down the scandals, real and imagined, of the Clinton presidency.Comment
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In the Timesian world view, that would prove Obama's bipartisan credentials, and nothing sends a thrill up the spine of many Timesians like bipartisanship and Democrats proving that they can "get tough" by acting like Republicans.
Nice find, Inca! The whole thing is good, but I'm especially fond of "rather flabbergasting" and its implication that there might be ties that are only mildly flabbergasting.Comment
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That's a different kind of annoying NY Times article, but probably appeals to the same kind of readers.
Conservatives have this idea that the NY Times is a hot bed of radical socialism when that is not remotely true now if it ever was.Comment
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#SlatePitchComment
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The veracity of this first-person magazine article about a plane trip with technical problems is being scrutinized. I wonder if the Times is going to come out with a black eye.Comment
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I just found out that #slatepitch is all over Twitter.Comment
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Helio, there can't have been that many no landing gear emergency landings at Philadelphia in the recent past. Is the idea that he made the whole thing up?Comment
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The weirdest thing about that aeroplane article is the idea that you can circle Philadelphia for 2 hours and not one of the passengers noticed or cared or began to panic. I get a sort of weird motion sickness if I circle around Watford for 10 minutes waiting for a landing slot. 2 hours and I'd be half insane.Comment
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That incident didn't sound familiar to me, which is why I'm a doubter. Whenever there is an emergency landing at PHL, it's usually covered on TV news and in a short item in the paper, but a search doesn't turn up anything, even now that the Times has come forth with more specific info on the date and airline.
As a skeptic, I like that people are questioning things, but I wish they wouldn't just accept the Times's latest statement as proof.Comment
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Two good ones from Sunday.
First, a story on mindfulness in the Sunday Styles section, which contained this gem:
But the best was this wedding story. Allow me to pick out some choice bits:This is not just a geek thing. Everywhere lately, the here and now is the place to be. George Stephanopoulos, 50 Cent and Lena Dunham have all been talking up their meditation regimens. “I come from a long line of neurotic Jewish women who need it more than anyone,” Ms. Dunham, who’s been meditating since she was 9, told a capacity crowd last month at the David Lynch Foundation for Conscious Based Education and World Peace in New York.
For a few sweet months back in the fall of 1993 at the European School of Luxembourg, a popular high school boy with long hair and a taste for grunge music turned his attention to a shy girl from a grade below who hid behind books, and was partial to flannel shirts and Doc Martens.
“She was timid and mystical, Ophelia-like in her black boots, but I knew her shyness concealed something quite formidable,” recalled Mr. Sibson, an Englishman, now 38.
Ms. Koch, who was born in Atlanta but spent her childhood in Germany, the Netherlands and Britain, spoke four languages and unabashedly expressed love for unicorns, flying saucers and all things related to outer space.
“She was listening to Bjork before anyone else was,” Mr. Sibson said.In the ensuing years, both dated a lot. Ms. Koch “always had guys running after her. She’s very social and attends every society event in New York,” said her sister, Elisabeth van Lawick van Pabst-Koch. “She loves to travel and will hop on a plane to Bahrain or wherever just to visit somebody.”
In 2010, nearly two decades after their parting, an email from Mr. Sibson landed in Ms. Koch’s inbox. By this time, she was dividing her time between Paris and New York, swirling through the fashion world creating art and designing sets. He had been doing difficult work in Liberia, Bosnia and Herzegovina with the United Nations Refugee Agency.
All those years, Mr. Sibson had not been able to stop thinking about her.
But he didn’t tell her that.
They began chatting casually online, as old high school friends might. By May of this year they still hadn’t re-met face to face. He told her: “I will fly to you wherever you are.”
Ms. Koch, always ready to travel whenever the occasion presented itself, instead suggested they meet in Sarajevo in June and then make the trek to a birthday party a friend was giving in Puglia, Italy.The Buckhead house served as the setting for the couple’s Oct. 25 wedding. It was a small affair that mixed elegance and whimsy. Ms. Koch’s dog, Sir William Sugarplum, helped walk her down the aisle. Ms. Koch’s sister, who is a milliner in Beijing, had prepared hats and headpieces for many of the women in attendance. But the prize piece was two interlocked starlings that adorned the bride’s head.
The starling had been the favorite bird of the groom’s father, the late Christopher R. Sibson, who was a banker in England and Luxembourg. His photograph was set near the couple as Dorothy Toth Beasley, a former senior judge on Georgia’s Court of Appeals, led the couple in their vows, which included lyrics from a song by the Smiths.
The word “starling” holds multiple meanings for the couple, who believe they are creatures from the stars. It is engraved inside their rings. The groom gave the bride a gold band ringed with black diamonds. One is missing. It can be found inside his platinum ring, a way to keep a part of her with him when work separates them.
Wishing to be as close to nature as they could, the couple spent their wedding night in a tent lined with Indian saris in a bamboo grove on the Koch property. The morning after the wedding, the couple took their respective clans to that Southern icon, the Waffle House.
“It was not my kind of food,” confessed the groom’s mother, Ruth Harrison Sibson-Windsor, who was making her first trip to the United States from Canterbury, England. “But the service was friendly.”Comment
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You do this to yourself, yet you refuse to be baited by Victorian bicyclists? You're a complex person, Inca my man.
They sound like a lovely, whimsical couple, btw.
The Waffle House. And they say irony is dead.Comment
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That's gotta hurt.The word “starling” holds multiple meanings for the couple, who believe they are creatures from the stars. It is engraved inside their rings.
Good.
Pair of wankers.Comment
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Hahahahahahahaha.Calvert wrote:That's gotta hurt.The word “starling” holds multiple meanings for the couple, who believe they are creatures from the stars. It is engraved inside their rings.
Good.Comment
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I'd say that was probably a bit uncomfortable too.The wedding cake fell to the bride's father's sword.Comment
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They slept four hours and then, by bus, ferry and car, made their way to Dubrovnik and then Italy. They rented a stone hut called a trullo amid olive groves and the foxes. They drank wine under the stars, then fucked so long it frightened the foxes.Comment
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That wedding article reads like it was written by dylan moran.
10 quid the child gets dropped and stamped on in the crush.Comment
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Bride hit on back of head by flying sanitary towelComment
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