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This routine was a big deal for me as a kid.

Nicole Franzen does grilled cheese over at La Buena Vida.

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There is a muted kind of tension about spring training, maybe apprehension is a better word, and it has to do with injuries. I’m less interested in how players perform in Florida and more concerned with nobody getting hurt. Which is a fool’s wish, of course, because someone is always getting hurt.

David Robertson is the first to go down with what could be a serious injury. Let’s hope it’s not severe.

[Photo by Bags]

New York, 1973: another dope Photo Gallery found at How to be a Retronaut.

I was in Los Angeles fifteen years ago when Biggie was murdered. I lived in Santa Monica and worked in West Hollywood and the filming of “The Big Lebowski” was more than halfway complete. Each day my route took me past the place where Biggie was gunned down.

What I remember most is that a few days earlier the owner of a popular revival movie house was robbed and killed. I also passed by the movie theater on my way to work and there were hundreds of flowers placed on the ground outside of the theater. There were only one or two bouquets of flowers at the sport where Biggie was killed.

I never felt as homesick as I did at that time knowing how much Biggie meant in New York. This was at the height of the East Coast/West Coast Hip Hop feuds. Tupac was already dead and you didn’t hear people talk about Biggie out there with much affection.

He was a good one.

I saw this when I got on the train this morning and well, you just know it helped start the day off on the good foot, now, don’t ya?

If you’ve never seen “The Late Show,” well, you should.

It’s not a great movie but it’s more than solid–plus it looks great–and there are worse things you can do than watch Art Carney and Lily Tomlin.

Here’s Roger Ebert’s review. The movie was directed by Robert Benton and produced by Robert Altman. Come to think of it, “The Late Show” would make a sweet double feature paired with “The Long Goodbye.”

Bags’ Groove.

And this beauty from Smile-It Makes Your Face Happy.

Smile.

[Photo Credit: Doktor Krank]

Yeah, I know I’m getting ahead of myself but I could go for a Bomb Pop today.

[Photo Credit: Joel Zimmer]

Nine new tracks by Wes Montgomery have been found, according to this piece in the Wall Street Journal.

A little taste of spring today on a warm March morning in New York. Down in Florida, Chad Jennings recaps Hiroki Kuroda’s first start and some worrisome news about Dave Robertson.

Guys n gals…

Barbara Stanwyck.

Hubba

Hubba

Mama said knock you out.

Check out the pictures and videos on this cool site by Ian Coyle called Edits Quarterly.

Florence × Edits from Ian Coyle on Vimeo.

I found this on Summer Anne’s twitter feed. A link to Wally Wood’s 22 panels that always work in comics brought to us by Joel Johnson Has Him a Blog.

This Sunday gives a reason to troop out to Williamsburg as Classic Album Sundays makes it’s US debut.

[Featured Image via Lucid and Mysterious]

Can I take your order?

Gimme a couple slices to go.

From the wonderful site, Letters of Note, here is a letter that Hellen Keller wrote in January, 1932. After a visit to the Empire State Building she described what she saw and heard:

Frankly, I was so entranced “seeing” that I did not think about the sight. If there was a subconscious thought of it, it was in the nature of gratitude to God for having given the blind seeing minds. As I now recall the view I had from the Empire Tower, I am convinced that, until we have looked into darkness, we cannot know what a divine thing vision is.

…What did I “see and hear” from the Empire Tower? As I stood there ‘twixt earth and sky, I saw a romantic structure wrought by human brains and hands that is to the burning eye of the sun a rival luminary. I saw it stand erect and serene in the midst of storm and the tumult of elemental commotion. I heard the hammer of Thor ring when the shaft began to rise upward. I saw the unconquerable steel, the flash of testing flames, the sword-like rivets. I heard the steam drills in pandemonium. I saw countless skilled workers welding together that mighty symmetry. I looked upon the marvel of frail, yet indomitable hands that lifted the tower to its dominating height.

Let cynics and supersensitive souls say what they will about American materialism and machine civilization. Beneath the surface are poetry, mysticism and inspiration that the Empire Building somehow symbolizes. In that giant shaft I see a groping toward beauty and spiritual vision. I am one of those who see and yet believe.

If you know what I mean.

[Photo Credit: David Glick]