Listening to “Halcyon + On + On” for the first time in ages, I felt my sphincter instinctively tightening in anticipation of the Bon Jovi sample… thankfully, I was listening to the Brown Album version.

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DS9 Rewatch, mid-season 2

I’ve just finished “Rivals,” which probably is my favorite so far of an otherwise dragging season, and I’m struck how out of step I am with most of the show’s writers and producers (whose opinions are available on Memory Alpha). The lighthearted episodes, or episodes where Sisko is getting his Mack on, seem to be uniformly derided, whereas po-faced efforts at Ethical Dilemmas (“Cardassians” and “Necessary Evil”, and “Duets” from season 1) have nary a bad word spoken against them. I’m the exact opposite, though, where the serious episodes grapple with serious issues in an ultimately pat and moralistic way that ignores a lot of real-world complications. (“Duets” in particular strikes me as a revenge fantasy, with emphasis on the fantasy.)

Instead, the more ridiculous episodes (against my better judgment I’m enjoying the Ferengi installments) have generally been more fun, and “Rivals” especially — Bashir’s racquetball onesie summarizes the campness that’s inherent to some of these concepts. I also really enjoy when Avery Brooks or Nana Visitor get to chew the scenery like the ravenously starved theater veterans that they were (and all of the Cardassians — how I light up when I get to hear Garak or Dukat monologuing!). Of course, knowing where this show ends up, and how much the darkness thrilled me the first time, I’m surprised by how much I look forward to the camp elements.

On the other hand, I also love the choice to make Sisko a parent — he’s the only captain to have a child (unless Archer has a family, I never bothered with Enterprise) — and the amount of unabashed affection that the Commander (no Defiant commission yet!) showers on Jake.

#sec20

#sec20

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Win One of the 100 Best Nonfiction Books Ever Written

tetw:

To win on of our 100 favourite non-fiction books (you get to choose which one) just reblog this post. Not on Tumblr? Tweet a link tagged #tetw. We’ll pick a random winner. No cash alternative. Judge’s decision is final. Bla bla bla.

(via alyssaannfrank)

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We can be heroes, but we can’t all be doppelgangers for a young Bowie. Read more here!

We can be heroes, but we can’t all be doppelgangers for a young Bowie. Read more here!

An eternal classic, even if the sequels and spinoffs are blatant cashgrabs.

An eternal classic, even if the sequels and spinoffs are blatant cashgrabs.

Mike “Could’ve had just four speech bubble stems” Luckovich, 2014-07-10.
Because Clarence Thomas, right?

Mike “Could’ve had just four speech bubble stems” Luckovich, 2014-07-10.

Because Clarence Thomas, right?

#163: YOU AGREE TO DANCE WITH SOMEONE AND THEN REALIZE THAT THEY DON’T KNOW HOW TO TRIPLE STEP

lindyhopproblems:

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163a. You ask someone to dance and only after they accept do you realize they’re Carla Heiney.

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The 'Rock Star' of the Submarine World Just Turned 50

I hate it when writers bury the lede (via Ed Yong):

And in 1968, the cables supporting the sub as it was being transported between two pontoon boats snapped. Alvin sank to a depth of 4,900 feet. 

For most subs, that would be it: To sink is, pretty much, to die. Not for Alvin, however. In 1969, a team of ships plunged a prefabricated nylon net down to Alvin, wrapping it around the sub’s hull. That allowed Alvin to be hauled back up to the surface. And when researchers opened the sub’s hatch—Alvin was nearly undamaged in the sinking—they discovered … a sandwich. A bologna sandwich, specifically, which one of the sub’s occupants had stored on board before it sunk. And the meal, likely because of freezing temperatures and a lack of oxygen at 4,900 feet below sea level, showed no visible signs of decomposition—an unplanned insight into the dynamics of decay in extreme environments.

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The Fraught Friendship of T. S. Eliot and Groucho Marx

TS ELIOT, anagram of TOILETS.

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