This tune is more than half garbage but it’s stuck in my head dammit.

[Photo Credit: Puckbox]

From Errol Morris comes a short film about the life and death of sports fans.

[Photo Via N.Y. Daily News]

We interrupt Peach Week to rave about Andrew Whitney’s cooking over at Dell’Anima.

The bruschette is lovely, especially the roasted red peppers with smoked almonds but the Bone Marrow with testa, charred cippolini, pickled red onion, mustard vinaigrette is off the chain. Alone, it is worth the trip.

Yes, the pastas are satisfying, too. The vibe is cozier than L’Artusi, the menu more daring, but both places are spots I want to visit again and again (this coming from someone who doesn’t eat Italian out often). I like sitting at the bar and watching the cooks in action.

And for dessert, treat yourself to the espresso-rum almond cake.

You won’t be sorry.

“White Hand,” By Cheng Nung Hsuan (2009)

Kurious Jorge with a “J” not a “G.”

[Photo Credit: Nathvn]

Via Laughing Squid, Julia Remixed by Melodysheep.

Eat a Peach Week continues with this bit of loveliness from Manager.

Over at Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule check out 20 Movies that mean “The Movies.”

[Photo Via The Matthau Company]

Here is a 1970 story by I.B. Singer. It was written in Yiddish and recently translated by David Stromberg:

Being a writer for a Yiddish newspaper means wasting half the workday on people who come to request advice or simply to argue. The manager, Mr. Raskin, tried several times to bring this custom to an end but failed repeatedly. Readers had each time broken in by force. Others warned that they would picket the editorial office. Hundreds of protest letters arrived in the mail.

In one case, the person in question didn’t even knock. He threw open the door and before me I saw a tiny man wearing a black coat that was too long and too wide, a pair of loose-hanging gray pants that seemed ready to fall off at any moment, a shirt with an open collar and no tie, and a small black spot-stained hat poised high over his brow. Patches of black and white hair sprouted over his sunken cheeks, crawling all the way down to the bottom of his neck. His protruding eyes—a mixture of brown and yellow—looked at me with open mockery. He spoke with the singsong of Torah study:

[Photo Via: It’s Never Summer; Half a Day on Sunday]

Street Art from Savage Eyes via This Isn’t Happiness.

Today’s the Day, hooray, hooray…

[Photo Via: Lovely Derriere]

Hotel Coin Washer Keeps ‘Em Clean from Mike Anderson Media on Vimeo.

Check out this short from Mike Anderson Media.

Cause some days it’s just like that.

[Picture By Brian M. Viveros]

David Lebobitz gives us peach shortcake.

“Still Life with Bottle, Glass and Lemons,” By Paul Cezanne (1867-69)

Joe Kubert, one of the greats, passed away yesterday. He was 85. Rest in Peace.

If you get a chance to catch About Face, an HBO documentary about Super Models, check it out. It’s especially good.

Always exhale the facts cause I don’t inhale lies.

[Photo Via: Obey the Streets]

“Oooh! Look-A There, Ain’t She Pretty” Fats Waller

Why, yes, in fact. Yes, she is.

[Photo Via: She is Glorious]

Over at Strictly Cassette J Zone ‘splains himself.