“Until recently, Washington Mutual was one of Wall Street’s strongest performers. It reaped big profits quarter after quarter as its then chief executive, Kerry Killinger, enlarged its footprint by buying banks on both coasts and ramping up mortgage lending.”—
New favorite Chinese restaurant of the moment in SF. It’s absolutely tiny, but most everything is delicious: XLB and steamed dumplings, lamb skewers, pancakes stuffed with fried pork, fried buns filled with black sesame for dessert.
The proprieter used to work the front of the house at Old Mandarin Islamic (also delicious). I’m wondering if he poached one of their cooks, too. A gregarious fellow.
It bothers me how many phones have text dictionaries that don’t know the word “dumpling”. The closest they can get is “dumpking”, which is not really the same at all. This has bitten me more than once.
“And the truth is that Moon probably underestimated. The unregulated and poorly reported credit default swaps may have actually passed $70 trillion last year, or about $5 trillion more than the GDP of the entire world.”—Three Times is Enemy Action
John and I talked about how Kenley was our favorite and then out of nowhere turned into some sort of reality-TV Everywoman whose head is so far up her vintage ass she’s unable to realize that her personality (and voice, let’s get real here) is absolutely atrocious. I’m really hoping that Nina Garcia will take all of her bottled-up, Elle-induced rage out on her next week.
I like Kenley and all, but Mr Coates is spot on about her voice. It’s as bad as Sarah Palin’s voice, to me.
She’s the worst. Some experimentation in our apartment last night revealed that the key to doing a good Kenley impersonation is the sideways eye-roll to accompany your nasal drone.
Reality show editing is reknowned for being sketchy, but she seems like a deeply unpleasant person. Her arrogance reminds me of Santino, but his work was more consistently inventive.
If you’re free in the afternoons on any day Sunday-Thursday, 826 Valencia needs extra tutors for their after-school program in the Mission. For some reason, they’re seeing about 50-60 kids a day, which is way, way up from last year. It’s a good use of your time.
Working at the coffee shop. An Asian girl sits down across from me, wearing a loud pink 80s-psychadelic jumper, a silver scarf tied around her head, and green eye shadow. Then she starts reading a copy of the Economist.
This has been mentioned a bunch of times already today, but I’d like to say thanks to the fine folks over at This Recording for listing little old Skeet On Mischa as one of the tumblrs they couldn’t un-follow. Thanks.
“In his best work he hit something like an ideal suspension of personality in text: He was the perfect hybrid of hilarious-serious, intellectual-colloquial, personal-formal, youthful-ancient. He understood, both instinctively and analytically, why literature still matters in an increasingly text-averse culture. He was one of very few writers to pick up the DeLillo-Pynchon mantle and then have the shoulder strength, not just to stand there showboating, but to carry it off into his own territory, where it could do real emotional work.”—Sam Anderson Remembers David Foster Wallace — Vulture
can you imagine some reporter slaving over a typewriter with three days of stubble and an empty tumbler of whiskey, sweating over “that fucking Babar story”? and then his wife comes over with a mug of coffee and he slaps it out of her hand and goes “I GOTTA FINISH THIS BABAR FUCKING STORY, WOMAN!” and she goes “you’ve changed, Adam!” and starts crying.
Oh my yes. Especially when it is Adam Gopnik, whom I do not like at all.
“A group called “Californians Against Hate” released a list of the major donors to the “Yes on Proposition 8” organization. Of the top ten donors, $4,478,381.43 came from non-Californians; only $1,168,000 came from within the state.”—
Here’s the list. The Knights of Columbus in New Haven, CT is the top donor, with $1.275 million, followed by the usual suspects and a couple of SoCal real estate developers, including Doug Manchester of Manchester Hotels.
My usual policy is not to watch new television shows for at least six months, during which time people I know will vet them for me. I broke this rule and watched the first episode of Fringe, because J. J. Abrams has been reliably entertaining, especially in his pilots.
“And then mac people brag about how macs are virus free. Of course they are. So are convents. It’s like curing AIDS by making pants without zippers. Hackers don’t and can’t use Macs to do anything of value to them, so yes, strictly speaking, it’s the safest brand of computer there is. By the way, it’s the only brand. There isn’t a ‘PC Company.’ The mac versus PC debate is like the volkswagen versus car debate.”—Dan Harmon of danharmon.com (via boringloser)
I’ve had a cold that won’t go away. I was talking about it today with Ray, a panhandler who hangs out on Valencia St. “I know man,” he said. “Everyone gets sick at this time every year. Everyone goes out in the desert and they bring back all the dust. It’s on everything — their clothes, in their hair, on their car, in their luggage. Everywhere. They bring it back and we all get sick.”
“The teen also uses the site to talk openly about how he likes to spend his time. He boasts, “I’m a f - - -in’ redneck who likes to snowboard and ride dirt bikes. But I live to play hockey. I like to go camping and hang out with the boys, do some fishing, shoot some s- - - and just f - - -in’ chillin’ I guess.” He warns, “Ya f - - - with me I’ll kick [your] ass.” McCain announced Palin as his running mate on Friday.”—