Read the stories of early space exploration from the original NASA transcripts.
Brilliant idea and execution. (Via Jeremy Keith.)
Sam Anderson:
James Franco will not stop bouncing around.
Nice profile. He was great in 127 Hours.
A bad loss at home to the Pacers. Eat it, Van Gundy.
Scott Raab’s next dispatch should be good.
Matt Richtel, for the New York Times:
On the eve of a pivotal academic year in Vishal Singh’s life, he faces a stark choice on his bedroom desk: book or computer?
The problem: Most people don’t like being challenged in an area of non-interest, even if the struggle and new perspectives are good for them. That’s why Vishal can spend eight hours, almost entirely uninterrupted, editing videos, but can’t be bothered to write a short economics essay.
Someone has to moderate. The rule in my house on school nights was homework first. It had to be done before I could watch TV or play a computer game, and someone could kick me off the PC if he or she needed the machine. The result: my siblings and I got good grades and still had plenty of time for fun. But giving kids unlimited access to distractions—regardless of the medium—has always been a bad idea. They won’t learn self-moderation unless someone teaches them, and they’ll never see that what gratifies in the short term so often has little value in the end.
I’ve got the heat blasting as I try to warm myself. Before the sun set, the day was crisp but not too cold; afterward, I shivered often. Or maybe it was shuddering. I could have used a stiff drink, and not just to keep warm.
Illinois soundly beat Northwestern today behind a mind-boggling 519 rushing yards, including 330 (!) from Mikel LeShoure alone. NU could not stop the run, from the very start, and the Illini never stopped running—they threw 14 times for just 40 yards. Everyone knew what was coming, but it made no difference. Pathetic.
Dan Persa, out for the season, was sorely missed. His replacement, redshirt freshman Evan Watkins, played about as well as I’d hoped. He made the inevitable miscues, and his nerves got to him at times, but it could have been worse. The defense cost the ‘Cats the game, not Watkins.
I had seen the pictures of the Wrigley Field makeover, but only when you see the field in person do you really feel the weirdness. Wrigley hadn’t hosted football in 40 years, and seeing a big white rectangle wedged inside the diamond felt so very wrong. In my bleacher seat behind the east end zone, I sat stunned for a while. The goal post jutting out of the wall twenty feet to my left and the ushers dressed in Cubs garb made my brain misfire even more.
The setup grows on you, though. Wrigley’s still Wrigley. A couple of obnoxious girls seated behind me complained about the lack of a video screen—“How am I supposed to see what’s happening?” they said while the players stood so close they’d respond if you called their names—but Wrigley doesn’t need one. It demands your attention like few other parks; give it, and you won’t miss a thing. It’s a shame that many people choose to experience the world through screens when the magnificence of the real is right in front of them.
A few miscellaneous notes:
The ushers, apparently under orders from the university, tried to enforce assigned seating in the student section. In the bleachers. You can guess how that went.
I understand the safety concerns, but I still selfishly wish the east end zone had been used. We students spent the game watching the ball move away from us, except on Brian Peters’ interception return TD. That play electrified the bleacherites, and I wish we could have experienced that more than once.
The scene outside the park was wild. The giant fan tent, live music, ESPN College GameDay… there were a lot of people in the streets. And a bunch of them had already had too much to drink by 1 p.m. Typical Wrigley.
The Home Depot hardhat giveaway was a terrible idea. They do know that no self-respecting NU student would ever wear orange during a game against Illinois, right?
Northwestern hosts Illinois tomorrow in the first football game at Wrigley since 1970.
I’ll be there, of course. NU at my favorite ballpark in the world? No way I’d miss it.
Jonathan Harris:
One photo a day, beginning on my 30th birthday.
He’s been at it for more than a year now. The photos are always stunning, but the writing is even better.
Update: And, of course, he shuttered the project just a few days after this was posted. Go forth to the archive!