So, ESPN has decided that UFC is a sport now. I’m kind of conflicted. It’s just guys beating the shit out of each other for the titillation of a blood-thirsty crowd. But I guess it’s no different from boxing. Or Nascar.
Speaking of which, I hate that ESPN is so transparently chasing dollars in its coverage. [...]
Hey, they’re remaking The Matrix with the guy from Van Wilder! I mean, basically. It does look pretty cool, though.
I am back in Boston. I have a couple of weeks before classes start up again, so I think I might find a project to occupy my time until football season starts. I am thinking about [...]
Not sure whether it’s better to replace your gas-guzzler with a hybrid or a high-mileage hatchback? The important thing is not which one you choose, but just that you choose one, now.
It’s not clear what the best way to deal with the myriad of problems chronicled in Al Gore’s powerpoint [...]
I guess I’ll just have to figure out a way to disable something else annoying. It’s a tough decision: Carlos Mencia, or people who stand on the left on escalators?
This article on the psychological effect of an artificial heart is totally fascinating.Much of the original artificial heart work was driven by the technological optimism born of the space program. Some of the current work is driven by the idea that our brains and bodies are separate entities. But now, in light of Houghton and [...]
I am a boingboing fan, and your posts are generally right up my alley. But at times you’ve got a certain problem I like to call “michaelmooritude,” whose primary symptom is that you preach to the choir in a particularly polarizing way. The end result is that your sycophants and antiponents (it should be [...]
Amid an amazing column describing Gilbert Arenas’s only local competition for the position of eccentric-but-loveable-sports-star—a column which includes a description of Chris Cooley’s trip to a West Virginia strip club with his fiancée and her aunt and uncle—is this ominous statement:Said Cooley: “I would just tell you this: I don’t change at all with Christy. [...]
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