More updates from Sochi, regarding Canadian media, the heated underground economy in Olympic pins, the persistence of 4 Non-Blondes, and a slogan so spectacularly vacuous that it comes all the way back around to profundity.
At its highest level, basketball is a game played by some of the most graceful and determined athletes in the world. It is also played at other levels, and this New Hampshire men's basketball league is one of those.
The new issue of The Classical Magazine features some new contributors, some recognizable names, and a collection of art and essays that are mostly about books, but always about sporps. Don't stop. Get it, get it.
Philip Seymour Hoffman was all wrong as Art Howe, but was perfect anyway. For all his dazzling talent, it was Hoffman's willingness to doing more -- to do the most -- that made him great. It might have unmade him, too.
On the prolific and rather shockingly fascinating YouTube output of the NFC Champions, from Doug Baldwin's Beyonce-ish self-documenting perfectionism to Michael Robinson's ongoing indie version of HBO's "Hard Knocks."
Obviously, the soap would always compete. I imagine this would be evident in its cleaning and moisturizing capacity, and/or in some other characteristic currently envisioned only by a competitor in relentless pursuit of a competitive edge in soaps.