If you're not at least putting some thought into the question, "Who is the Yellow King?," it means you haven't watched a single episode of True Detective, because there's just no way you could've started watching and just dropped off. It's the best show on TV right now--the one in which the guy who just won one that big Oscar plays the main character. It's highly addictive, with quality acting and incredible writing. So I'll be nice and give you a "spoiler" warning, because I'm about to offer my theory of who will emerge as the central bad guy on Sunday's season finale. Spoiler alert...
It's simple, if you have discipline, three hours to spare, a few kitchen tools and a bunch of ingredients.
Did you see the eerie slideshow Gawker promoted this week of dead American mall White Flint's food court? The original post came from a blog called Duck Pie, and the author points out that back in the late '70s when it was new and pretty, this now-doomed shopping center in North Bethesda, MD, was a glamorous consumer paradise hosting black tie events that were attended by the likes of Donna Karan and Elizabeth Taylor. Right. That was the '70s.
...She floods me with dread. Soaked in soul; she swims in my ice, by the bed.
The streets were empty. It was a late night, and a young black boy strolled casually down the middle of the lanes, walking and weaving in and out of solid black stripes painted over golden asphalt as he dribbled a fully inflated basketball. The mood was grim. If you didn't know it was Heaven, you would swear it was Florida.
It was only a matter of time. And a matter of my ever-growing 32,300 Twitter followers...
Heart & Soul: How My Friend Kirsten Ott Palladino Publicly Shamed Blue Cross Blue Shield Into Doing The Right Thing And Saving Her Life
I met and became cool with Kirsten Ott Palladino at media events, back when I was the editor of Thrillist Atlanta and she was Life & Food editor for the alternative weekly Sunday Paper. Beyond cool, she is a dedicated professional and genuine good-hearted person. But also, not really. Let me explain...
My favorite hangout in Atlanta had its final day of business this past Sunday. Here are a few of the photos I took as lots of people gave P'cheen International Bistro & Pub a proper sendoff.
Today is the annual semi-holiday when everybody goes WorldStarHipHop and watches men injure themselves for money, more money, and the chance to kiss a carved glass football. I'm just as guilty as you for letting that dominate all. But I heard bad news, and it sucks. So let's pause just long enough to say some good words before we go back into celebrating American brutality in the name of competitive "sport."
Regardless of who was actually responsible for the snow (God), weather predictions (meteorologists), Atlanta traffic (population growth/outdated infrastructure/racist politics/Cobb County/rural Georgia voters), readiness and maintenance of interstates (Governor Nathan Deal), late closing of schools and shutdown of school buses (school superintendent), everyone's blaming Kasim Reed for this whole ATL #SnowJam2014 thing. I know why.
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