Pictures by Brigitte Lacombe

at Everyday I Show.

If you don’t like hearing bits of 78 different records in 15 minutes this isn’t for you. For the rest of us: Come Down Selector.

Includes: Stevie, Kraftwork, Bing Crosby, Tower of Power, Chubb Rock, John Lennon, Led Zep, Blind Blake, Dave Brubeck, Carol Burnett, Harry Nilsson, Louis Armstrong, King Tubby, James Brown, Lewis Black, Sarah Vaughn, and Creedence. Don’t forget the Creedence.

SPLAT-a-TAT-FWAPP.

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Flavorwire looks at memorable movie endings.

Here’s a little clip that appears after the end credits in Married to the Mob. Ah, Michelle.

Food52 gets the grill ready for Labor Day.

Drool.

Everybody has image issues.

Picture via mOrtality.

Bird is the word.

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This would make a fine Beat of the Day but hell, I couldn’t wait.

Keep Still.

Check out Jerry Seinfeld’s web series Comedians in Cars Gett Coffee.

David Lebovitz’s pickled peppers.

Let’s get small with Jean-Joseph Renucci.

Oh, My My My. [Illustration Via: Gruesome Twosome]

Over at The Classical, Kevin Koczwara has a nice piece on our pal Glenn Stout:

As the series editor of The Best American Sports Writing, Stout’s eyes and opinion are important, and his up or down vote is one that can help advance a career, or not. He doesn’t have final say on what goes into each book, but he has the first say on a story. With each year, Stout’s reading load grows—there are more outlets, more submissions, more worthy stories. He culls those thousands of submissions and passes them on to that year’s guest editor. The edition editor then picks through the smaller batch and selects what he or she likes most; those final stories go into the book. Theirs is the last vote, but Stout’s comes first.

“There’s a certain aspirational sports writing that is being done that is more ‘I’ oriented that I think, rightly or wrongly, has been impacted [by] growing up reading this book,” Stout told me. “And that’s something that could not have been foreseen when this book began. I’m not quite sure how I feel about it. I mean, I love it when the writing works. But when I see the aspirational that doesn’t work then I hope I’m not responsible.”

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Dig this Instagram gallery over at SI.com.

[Photo Credit: Brad Mangin]

If you’ve never read Chris Health’s 2005 GQ profile of Merle Haggard, do yourself a favor and check it out:

“You know, I woke up this morning in a wimpy mood,” he says. “Men don’t like to be wimps. But I have reached the point, it’s really sad to mention, I have reached the point where… They always say you’ll know when it’s time. Speaking of the place in your life when you finally say: Do you want to die on a highway or do you want to die in bed? I’m tired of it. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of singing ‘Okie from Muskogee.’ I’m tired of the whole gig. Somewhere around my age, people begin to feel insignificant and small and unnecessary and not so much in demand.” There is plenty of work out there for him, but its attraction is waning. “I guess I’ve come to a point in my life where…I hate to admit fear. I hate to even admit fear’s part of my reasoning. But I have some dementia that’s coming around, and there’s a bit of a nervous tic—I don’t know what that’s about; I guess it’s growing old. And I don’t feel as bulletproof as I should feel…. I’ve traveled all over the world without a seat belt for forty-two years. Forty-three. And I’m a bit of a gambler and have a feel for odds. The odds are really against me.”

…There’s a steel and sadness in his face, a proud combination of force and frailty; whatever the gracious opposite of serenity is, that is what Merle Haggard oozes. He smiles. “There comes a time when you can’t do it anymore. It’s a double-edged sword: if I can manage to get over the wispiness and continue to go, I’ll probably live longer and probably enjoy it. But I’m at that pivot point in my life where I can swing that way and give my last bit of strength to the music of my life, or I can give it to my little family here.” He gestures toward the open kitchen, empty now, but through which his wife and children are constantly flowing, past the post on which their heights over the years have been marked. “And music has supported my little family; my little family knows what music means to me. I am music. Music is me, and I am music. But which one is which? Which one do you favor in the latter moments?”

[Photo Credit: Michael Macor, S.F. Chronicle]

Photograph Via: The Indifference.

Serious Eats gives us Pearl Sugar Brioche Buns.

[Photo Credit: Carrie Vasios]

Here’s our great friend Pete Fornatale celebrating his father.

That’s the way it is.

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I type therefore I am.