"The Friend Zone is both stigmatized and empathized as a type of relationship experienced between a usually attractive female (known herein as Subjectₓ) and her futile courter, an earnest male (herein Partnerₒ) who desires a romantic relationship with her, specifically to engage in acts by which such status is defined, but “settles” for a platonic friendship, which shall be referred to herein as the Emotional-Unionₓₒ. While the Friend Zone is not gender specific, i.e. subjects and partners can be male and female, respectively, the one under examination is far more common and perilous.”
Technical writing as applied to emotional situation? I dig it. I dig it a lot.
Harold McGee:Take the bird out ahead of time and let the legs warm up a little bit while you keep the breasts covered with ice packs. That way, you keep the breasts cold. The legs warm up by maybe 10, 20 degrees, and that way, when you put the bird in the oven, you've already built in a temperature differential. The breasts are going to end up, at a given time, less-cooked than the legs. And that's exactly what you want.
Terry Gross:Wow. That is going to look a little weird.
Harold McGee:It looks weird, yeah, to begin with, especially if you use an Ace bandage to hold the ice packs in place, because they're kind of slippery. And - so that's what I do. So, yeah, it does look a little peculiar. But what you care about is what the bird looks like when it comes out.
"On the 48th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, Errol Morris explores the story behind the one man seen standing under an open black umbrella at the site."
NYTimes.com, let us embed your videos!
Also, this thought from the video:
… [I]n historical research, there may be a dimension similar to the quantum dimension in physical reality. If you put any event under a microscope, you will find a whole dimension of completely weird, incredible things going on.
It’s as if there’s the macro level of historical research, where things sort of obey natural laws, and the usual things happen, and unusual things don’t happen.
And then there’s this other level, where everything is really weird.
Sounds a lot like narrative and storytelling, and a lot like history, and a lot like quantum physics.
This meme, of journalists describing elected officials (or, nonsensically, municipalities) as moving to dismantle these protests because their “patience wore thin” is particularly irksome. Because, and any competent editor/reporter should know this, the right to peaceably assemble isn’t subject to the “patience” of an elected official. To describe it this way is to accept that citizens are allowed in any public space only at the sufferance of their government, and at least for now in the U.S., that simply isn’t true.
“NEW HAVEN — Last May, one of the largest hedge funds in the world paid me $100 to eat gourmet popcorn and explain why I wasn’t applying for one of its (lucrative!) jobs. As I sat in a hotel suite with six other Yale students – musicians, biologists, dramatists, other-ists – and answered questions about my future plans, I got this uneasy feeling that the man in the beautiful suit was going to take my Hopes and Dreams back to some lab to figure out the best way to crush them.”
“This was too much. He hadn’t cried after the surgeries or during the chemo, but he felt like crying now. It wasn’t fair. It happened to everyone supposedly but now it was happening specifically to him.”—George Saunders (“Tenth of December”)
"It’s not a question of, ‘Like, I’m not going to be attached to anything,’ or, ‘I’m going to show how detached I am.’ It’s actually quite the opposite. In its primary use, irony is a sign of how much things can matter and ought to matter and what they really ought to be like. ”
“One of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty one and even twenty three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.”—Joan Didion (“Goodbye To All That”) (via xelvinn) [interview here] (via nprfreshair)