Uptown Almanac has a pretty interesting piece whose title buries the lede, at least in my book. I’m less surprised that Mission bars are sick of constant tagging than I am to learn that when they stop serving PBR and Tecate, things seem to improve a little bit.
“The excitement here is gleaming and polished. The startup kids in their nice little shirts, the cocktail bars where the staff, seemingly unasked, dresses like a hive of newsies. The graffiti is literate and funny, the gentrification swift and complete. Moving here from San Francisco has been a delight: my rent has dropped and my salary has improved. The people here are more important. They will tell you so themselves, and they will be correct. On the flip side, I no longer have any prostitutes to chat with on my block. I liked chatting with them. They were nice to me and I was nice to them, and we talked about sweaters and things. There is much to say about sweaters in San Francisco.”—Tag Savage delivers the definitive statement on the difference between SF and NYC. (Also: “Brooklyn is a bunch of accelerated fifth graders dressed up for a visit to the museum.”)
“I … I don’t know what to feel," Iniesta breathed. "Why is the young girl killing others with a bow? What of joy, what of brotherhood, what of the flowering trees?" Messi, seated next to him, stared at the floor, remembering a troubling moment several years ago when he smiled at someone who didn’t smile back.”—I’m really not sold on Chris Ryan, but the presence of Brian Phillips (of Run of Play) in these Grantland recaps more than makes up for it.
“Baseball is a game of failure coached by negative people in an environment of misinformation.”—A pretty good piece on Tommy John surgery and baseball’s collective unwillingness to acknowledge the biomechanical causes of UCL failure, from ESPN the Mag.
“In fact, future Jersey Shore seasons will be how our children map the progress of the earth around the sun, and by children I mean the sentient weave the nanobots will have instructed to grow out of our tender, auburn skulls. Our living god will be a sassy working girl named Lola, and through her vacant rabbit eye sockets will flow a river of such unfathomable cruelty. But I’m getting ahead of myself.”—Still don’t watch this show. Still read every one of Halle Kiefer’s recaps.
“Just to underline that key point: acquired resistance as a result of farm drug exposure. To be clear, MRSA ST398 represents what proponents of large-scale confinement agriculture contend does not exist: an indication that farm antibiotic use breeds resistance that moves off the farm and subsequently affects humans.”—'Pig MRSA' Came From Humans, Evolved Via Farm Drugs | Wired Science | Wired.com