December 5, 2011
Everyone has a job. At morning practice, I am the DJ. It's easy because we only listen to one song:
"Somebody Told Me" by The Killers.
Over and over and over and over...
#stillnotsickofit
#itisareallygoodsong.
"Somebody Told Me" by The Killers.
Over and over and over and over...
#stillnotsickofit
#itisareallygoodsong.
Linkage:
Drag Me to Hell
(New Mexico Bowl: Temple vs. Wyoming, Dec. 17 in Albuquerque, N.M.) A horror show of a bowl opener featuring two nondescript teams. Viewers are left wishing they could be dragged to Hades instead.
Hot Tub Time Machine
(Champs Sports Bowl: Florida State vs. Notre Dame, Dec. 29 in Orlando, Fla.) An outrageous comedy in which we're transported back to a time when these two programs actually mattered.
The Tourist
(Holiday Bowl: California vs. Texas, Dec. 28 in San Diego) Just because there are two big names on the marquee (think Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp) doesn't mean it'll be the least bit entertaining.
Cruel Intentions
(Sugar Bowl: Michigan vs. Virginia Tech, Jan. 3 in New Orleans) Two privileged
,
opportunistic programs that probably don't deserve what they have battle it out while
leaving broken hearts in their wake.
from Grantland
Imagine that you're a detective, assigned to investigate a murder in a community of 1,000 people. There's no established motive for this crime, and no one saw it happen. By the time you arrive, the body has already been cremated. There are no clues. There is no forensic evidence. You can't find anything that sheds any light whatsoever on who committed this murder. But because there are only 1,000 people in town, you have the opportunity to interview everyone who lives there. And that process generates a bizarre consensus: Almost 800 of the 1,000 citizens believe the murderer is a local man named Timothy.
Over and over again, you hear different versions of the same sentiment: "Timothy did it." No one saw him do it, and no one can provide a framework for how he might have been successful. But 784 people are certain it was Timothy. A few interviewees provide sophisticated, nuanced theories as to why they're so convinced of his guilt. Others simply say, "I can just tell it was him. I know it." Most testimonies fall somewhere in between those extremes, but no one has any tangible proof. You knock on Timothy's door and ask if you can talk to him about the crime. He agrees. He does not seem nervous or distraught. You ask what he was doing the evening of the murder. He says, "I was reading a book and watching a movie." He shows you the book. You check the TV listings from the night of the murder, and the film he referenced had aired on television. You say, "Many people in this town think you are responsible for the killing." Timothy says, "I have no idea why they would think that." You ask if he knew the man who died. "Yes," he replies. "I know everyone in town." You ask if he disliked the victim. "I didn't like him or dislike him," he says. "I knew him. That was the extent of our relationship."
After six months of investigating, you return to your home office. Your supervisor asks what you unearthed. "Nothing," you say. "I have no evidence of anything. I did not find a single clue." The supervisor is flummoxed. He asks, "Well, do you have any leads?" You say, "Sort of. For reasons I cannot comprehend, 784 of the citizens believe the killer is a man named Timothy. But that's all they have — theirbelief that Timothy is guilty."
"That seems meaningful," says your supervisor. "In the face of no evidence, the fact that 78.4 percent of the town strongly believes something seems like our best case. We can't arrest him, but we can't ignore that level of accord. It's beyond a coincidence. Let's keep the case open. I feel like we should continue investigating this Timothy fellow, even if our only reason for suspicion is the suspicion of other people."
Do you agree with your supervisor's argument?
The article rekindled my love of Chuck Klosterman leading me to purchase his latest book, "The Visible Man"
(When did they start making trailers for books?)
Full disclosure: I did not watch all 90 minutes.
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