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Why 2014 Is The Year Of The Ginger Cat

Ginger Cat

Hit movie Gone Girl has marquee names: director David Fincher, actor Ben Affleck and a music score by Trent Reznor. But the breakout star is a cat who, heretofore, has remained uncredited.

The mellow ginger (whose name is actually Boris) appears in almost every scene, acting as a foil to the crazy main characters. Not to give too much away, but the cat’s prowess is undeniable: Boris’s expression when Ben Affleck’s character eats ice cream from the carton feels like Oscar bait. Appropriately, Boris has attracted considerable attention online and in the press–Vogue magazine called it the movie’s “emotional marker.”

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More Cities Are Making It Illegal To Hand Out Food To The Homeless

Food For Homeless

If you don’t have a place to live, getting enough to eat clearly may be a struggle. And since homelessness in the U.S. isn’t going away and is even rising in some cities, more charitable groups and individuals have been stepping up the past few years to share food with these vulnerable folks in their communities.

But just as more people reach out to help, cities are biting back at those hands feeding the homeless.

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The Man Who Turned Speedboats Full Of Weed Into Indy 500 Glory

Weed Car

In 1986, everyone knew Randy Lanier was fast. He’d just won a sportscar championship and shattered an Andretti record to become the Indy 500 rookie of the year. What most people didn’t know is he paid for his racing dreams by smuggling massive quantities of marijuana past the feds.

By 1988, Lanier was a fugitive in the Caribbean, running from the government and from responsibility for his role in a $300 million drug smuggling operation. Before long he would be caught and sentenced to life in prison without possibility of parole.

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Digital Death And The Digital Afterlife. How To Have One And How To Avoid It


In 2012, the UK’s Sunday Times reported that actor Bruce Willis was going to sue Apple because he was not legally allowed to bequeath his iTunes collection of music to his children. The story turned out to be false (and shockingly bad journalism) but it did start a conversation about what we can, and can’t, do with our digital possessions.

It turns out that “possessions” is actually a misnomer. We actually don’t own the music, books and movies we “buy” from Apple and Amazon. As Amazon puts it in its license terms, “Kindle Content is licensed, not sold, to you by the Content Provider”. In other words, we are allowed to read the content but we are not allowed to pass it on.

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Streaming Music Has Left Me Adrift

Streaming Music

It’s hard to imagine now, but there once was a time when you could not play any song ever recorded, instantly, from your phone. I call this period adolescence. It lasted approximately 30 years, and it was galvanized by conflict.

At that time, music had to be melted onto plastic discs and shipped across the country in trucks. In order to keep this system running smoothly, a handful of major labels coordinated with broadcasters and retailers to encourage everyone to like the same thing, e.g. Third Eye Blind. This approach divided music into two broad categories: “popular” and what I liked.

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Jeff Koons: Beyond Taste And Shame

Jeff Koons

Something about Jeff Koons gets people very bothered. When the artist appropriated in 1992 a kitsch image of a vacantly grinning couple with a litter of puppies to blissfully creepy effect, blown up to life size in polychromed wood, the greeting-card photographer who owned the image sued. Judge Richard J. Cardamone of the U.S. Court of Appeals for the 2nd Circuit ruled against Koons, taking care to note that many found the artist “truly offensive” and that his works sold for over $100,000.

Koons’ work also prompted Basque terrorists to pose as florists and arrange bomb-laden flowerpots around Koons’ giant topiary “Puppy” outside the Guggenheim Bilbao in 1997. (They were busted by two Spanish policemen, one of whom was shot dead.)

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Inside The Motörhead Motörböat Cruise

Motorhead Cruise

I had heard rumors that the Motörhead “Motörböat” cruise ran out of booze before the trip was over. Of course that’s not shocking news when you’re talking about a boat full of hard-drinking headbangers, Lemmy Kilmister (who despite his recent health issues has switched out his beloved Jack Daniels for vodka because it’s “better for you”) as well as various other metal bands that love their party liquids.

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Nightmare At The Picasso Museum

Picasso And Bardot

The greatest museum of Picasso’s works has been engulfed by scandal and crisis. Closed for the past five years, it is finally ready to reopen its doors to the public. But has the bitter struggle for Picasso’s legacy been resolved?

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It is as astonishing as it is sad to watch a ladybug turn into a zombie. Normally ladybugs are sophisticated and voracious predators. A single individual may devour several thousand aphids in a lifetime. To find a victim, it first waves its antennae to detect chemicals that plants release when they’re under attack by herbivorous insects. Once it has homed in on these signals, the ladybug switches its sensory scan to search for molecules released only by aphids. Then it creeps up and strikes, ripping the aphid apart with barbed mandibles.

Ladybugs are also well protected against most of their enemies. Their red-and-black dome, so adorable to the human eye, is actually a warning to would-be predators: You will regret this. When a bird or some other animal tries to attack, the ladybug bleeds poison from its leg joints. The attacker tastes the bitter blood and spits the ladybug out. Predators learn to read the red-and-black wing covers as a message to stay away.

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How Tarantino Defined Independent Cinema


On the evening of September 23rd, 1994, Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction had its hotly anticipated North American premiere at the opening night gala of the New York Film Festival, at the Lincoln Center on the Upper West Side. It was the film’s first screening since its world premiere that May at Cannes, where it took home the Palme d’Or, the festival’s top prize, and expectations could hardly have been higher. In short the crowd was prepared not so much for a film as for an event—and they got one, though perhaps not the one they’d imagined.

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