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I read “shooting permit” as a permit to shoot a film, not carry a gun, but with Herzog one should never be too sure.

“When I look into the eyes of Kevin Costner in Field of Dreams, I do not see a popular actor in a beloved movie, I see only the cold indifference of nature and death itself"

There’s something different about him compared to most sprinters. He seems...scrappier? Like he really works hard to be as good as he is and doesn’t just coast on his talent.

Everyone was so low-key then. We need to get some of that back.

NBC is becoming the Michael Schur network and that is totally fine.

ummm...you know that is more or less the plot of this season, right?  Jon’s going to bro out north of the wall (“You don’t know NADA , John bro!”) in a giant man-cave that’s a cave.  Then Tormund gets on a dating show, and Sam starts selling sneakers, and they only ever refer to Gilly as “Sam’s Wife” for seven seasons…

They don't look so tough. 

Sorry, we are all out of patches.

I thought you were gonna say they showed up to a concert they weren’t even supposed to be playing at and did a set.

“It’s the perfect kind of mood you want a party to have.”

You need to go to better parties.  

Would pay money to see that

Every time I hear of this band I keep expecting it to be because Paul Simon caught up with them and beat them with a baseball bat.

To paraphrase something a friend said: Vampire Weekend is what happens when a third wave ska band gets pretensions

Vampire Weekend’s discography is the official soundtrack of gentrification  

The mayonnaise of indie rock, if you please.

OF SPACE

Flour tortillas are the right answer in one main situation: steak tacos with green salsa. For some reason, it’s a combination that just works. Caveat is that the flour tortilla needs to be thin and griddled so it’s toasted; a thick flour tortilla straight out of a package is the worst. For a long time Central Market…

The best oysters don’t need the mignonette or cocktail sauce. You owe it to yourself to try a really fresh, pristine, delicious one. If you still don’t like it, well, then I admit defeat.