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Boo.

and this too:

What’s your favorite and least favorite Halloween candy?

Boo.

[Photo Via: One Picture a Day]

[Picture by Maurizio Di Iorio via This Isn’t Happiness]

Oh, this is good. The wonderful Letters of Note site has published a book.

Cards look to stay alive and force a Game 7.

I say the Sox end it tonight.

Never mind the bollocks:

Let’s Go Cards!

Slow day at the Banter. Hey, here’s a New York moment for guys from the ‘burbs. This armless gas station giant used to be painting a different color but he’s still standing. I remember passing through Elmsford when we’d got visit our aunt Ruthie in New Rochelle.

Be back tonight for the game.

[Photo Credit: Rolandopujol]

In Focus takes on Banksy in New York.

Course not everyone is enamored of the pop artist.

[Photo Credit: Eric Thayer; Carlo Allegri]

Picture Via Find Me If You Can–Read Description.

Al is great. Give us the chocolate cake. 

(The video is out-of-synch but that’s okay, just listen…)

Here’s more on Lou Reed:

From our man Luc Sante.

Jody Rosen.

Sasha Frere-Jones.

Kurt Loder and Carl Wilson.

And a playlist from The Daily Beast.  

[Images Via: This Isn’t Happiness]

Another tough loss for the Cards last night. Then again, aren’t they all tough this time of year? They are up against the wall now and I doubt they’ll win the damn thing which is a drag.

I saw this picture and thought I’d share it. It doesn’t mean anything. I just found it pleasing.

[Photo Credit: Anthony Delgado via MPD]

This is the fear and loathing Whirled Serious for Yankee fans.

Gotta figure the Cards need to win tonight, right? They go back to Boston down 3-2 they are going to need a whole lot of Buckner on their side to pull this shit out.

I got no call on the game tonight–but I’m not feeling especially optimistic. Just hoping the Cards find a way.

Never mind the nerves: Let’s Go Red Boids!

[Photo Via: MPD]

Tonight on HBO.

Head on over to Longform and check out their reprint of Gay Talese’s terrific 1966 profile of Alden Whitman, the New York Times obituary writer:

“Winston Churchill gave you your heart attack,” the wife of the obituary writer said, but the obituary writer, a short and rather shy man wearing horn-rimmed glasses and smoking a pipe, shook his head and replied, very softly, “No, it was not Winston Churchill.”

“Then T.S. Eliot gave you your heart attack,” she quickly added, lightly, for they were at a small dinner party in New York and the others seemed amused.

“No,” the obituary writer said, again softly, “it was not T.S. Eliot.”

If he was at all irritated by his wife’s line of questioning, her assertion that writing lengthy obituaries for the New York Times under deadline pressure might be speeding him to his own grave, he did not show it, did not raise his voice; but then he rarely does. Only once has Alden Whitman raised his voice at Joan, his present wife, a youthful brunette, and on that occasion he screamed. Alden Whitman does not recall precisely why he screamed. Vaguely he remembers accusing Joan of misplacing something around the house, but he suspects that in the end he was the guilty one. Though this incident occurred more than two years ago, lasting only a few seconds, the memory of it still haunts him—a rare occasion when he truly lost control; but since then he has remained a quiet man, a predictable man who early each morning, while Joan is asleep, slips out of bed and begins to make breakfast: a pot of coffee for her, one of tea for himself. Then he sits for an hour or so in his study smoking a pipe, sipping his tea, scanning the newspapers, his eyebrows raising slightly whenever he reads that a dictator is missing, a statesman is ill.

[Illustration by Jacob van Loon]

“Sunflowers at Choisel” by Georges Braque (1946)

Suzanne Goin has a new cookbook out and it’s not for the weak of heart.

Nice.

I found this record at a stoop sale, oh, 15 years ago. This song always makes me smile.

And you know why? Cause Lucky was five-and-a-half when he cut this track.

Lou Reed: Salute.

Game Four. Clay Buchholz will have his bloody sock game and the Sox will even the series.

Book it.

Nevertheless: Let’s Go Cards!

[Photo Via: Ema Cor]Gettin