Picture by Michal Lukasiewicz.

In season: tasty and good fuh ya.

[Photo Via: fuckyeahealthyeating]

Gotta love the Petrossian Building on 58th Street and 7th Avenue.

Picture by Ampersand Design.

This is cool. Head on over to The Verge and learn how two people became the voice of 110 airports and the NYC subway.

Story by Lessley Anderson:

Airports trigger anxiety. Subway systems cause paranoia. We all know the statistics: it’s riskier to get in your car than it is to board an aircraft or take a train. But our collective memories of bombings, hijackings, and poison gas attacks often turn public spaces of transport into psychic mine fields. Stuck in limbo between the here and there, pushing through a crush of strangers, we are totally vulnerable and alone. Except we’re not. There’s always the voice.

You know, the one that tells us that “smoking inside the terminal is prohibited,” and that “unattended baggage will be removed immediately,” and that “the next stop is Times Square.” It’s sort of irritating, yet something to cling to, as familiar and pervasive as the smell of Cinnabon or axle grease.

It may surprise you to learn that these announcements are not only real people, but for the most part the same two people. They are Carolyn Hopkins and Jack Fox, two cheerful, church-going retirees who also happen to be longtime buddies.

The story of how they came to conquer the sound systems of the majority of major transportation centers across the country is groovier than you’d expect. It has roots in the music industry, and features a homespun business that was able to grow beyond its Southern roots and go global by capitalizing on a weird technological niche.

The next stop is Louisville, KY.

[Photo Via: Rad Collector]

Great documentary.

Over at SI.com, Jay Jaffe has some ideas of how to spend these couple of MLB-free days.

I like the one about heading over to MLB’s Classics You Tube Channel.

Dig:

or maybe this:

[Photo Credit: Joe Scherschel/LIFE]

Queen.

Guy I know went to the game last week when Derek Jeter returned to action.

Sent me this e-mail:

Went to the game again today, got a $5 ticket, bought it a couple hours before the Jeter announcement.

On the train on the way up, I see a couple. (I was running late so there weren’t many of us). The girl’s wearing a Jeter T-shirt, looking at her cell phone. The guy’s got on a Yankees wife-beater, Yanks shorts, and he’s holding one of those bona fide gray Jeter jerseys that cost like a 100 bucks.

I sidle up and say, “Hey, got the Jeter gear! His first game of the year!”

The guy looks at me then looks away. “I dunno, we don’t follow them.”

The girl keeps on checking her phone.

[Photo Credit: Meredith Winn]

Down in the Texas there’s this soda called Big Red. Tastes like liquid gum. You can get it–and other regional sodas–at Tipsy Parson.

Tasty.

Everything you always wanted to know about Billy Wilder over at the great site, Cinephilia and Beyond. Dig in!

Picture by Katarina 2353.

Found over at This Isn’t Happiness:

Relja Penezic’s California Road Chronicles.

Hot Summer Daze over at the Atlantic‘s fine blog, In Focus.

Our pal Emma on last night’s game.

Here’s more.

[Photo Via: CBS; USA Today]

All-Star Game, Open Thread. Have at it.

[Images Via: It’s a Long Season; SNY]

Over at SI.com, our man Cliff gives us 99 cool facts about the Babe.

Cookin’.

[Photo Via: Sleepless]

Food 52 gives this appealing-looking cucumber salad.

Oh, Baby.

Matt Harvey, man of the people: