Weekend Reading Roundup (Holiday Weekend Quickness)
Shady's Back: Saw Eminem on the Jimmy Kimmel show the other night. Observations? Didn't like how he showed the physical tell-alls of a dude fresh off a pill-popping phase, or how it looked like the turntables were handling some of the lyricism. Did like how he shook the pills last April and how a couple tracks off his new album make me have to turn the iPod dock down when I'm listening to it outside. Especially the parts about getting raped by his step-papa. I'm'a go see him live for a third time if he's touring.
In one song, “Must be the Ganja” — which rhymes “dilemma,” “Dalai Lama” and “Jeffrey Dahmer” — he boasts about being able to name “every serial killer who ever existed” in chronological order along with all the details of their murders. Mr. Mathers said that was him: watching documentaries and writing down information, “dates and times and places.” He was fascinated by “serial killers and their psyche and their mind states.”
He continued, “You listen to these people talk, or you see them, they look so regular. What does a serial killer look like? He don’t look like anything. He looks like you. You could be living next door to one. If I lived next door to you, you could be.”
Was that Slim, or Eminem, or Marshall? “That was Marshall,” he said. “Uh-oh, I mean, that was Shady.”
Actually, I think that refers to Cheney:
In an interview broadcast yesterday on NBC's Today show, Defense Secretary Robert M. Gates called the facility on the island of Cuba "probably one of the finest prisons in the world today." At the same time, he said it had become "a taint" on America's reputation.
Uh-huhuhuhuh, he said taint.
Yeah, yeah, taint.
Sea Isle cops in the New York Times talking about the noise violations that brought them, early and often, to the bay block of 91st St. from '96 to '00.
Newspaper talking about how the future isn't as dire for newspapers as those who revel in their supposed demise think, hope or snarkily latch onto in pursuit of webhits rather than journalistic contributions to society. (Ironically, the Inquirer story about those who want to make more money off the web doesn't appear to be, well, on the web. Irony.)
Seems that teachers in Lititz, Pa. looooooove them some studentfolk a bit too much. Aw.
Tha Pope takes to tha tubes.
The original "Survivor" Richard Hatch is in town. At a halfway house. After being released from a federal pen in W.V. He'll walk, preferably clothed, on Oct. 7.
From Popular Science, stories about how digging under Lake Ellsworth on Antarctica and searching for life from millenia past (no link on popsci.com yet, though), how cpus may improve rather than drain our brains (see previous note in parenthesis), and Invention Awards for, among other things, SixthSense and a skyscraper-scaling escape mechanism.
Finalamente, GQ comes correct with Andrew Corsello's interview with Bruce Wayne, pieces about the Chessboard Killer (not online) and how toxic sludge killed a Tennessee city, and pictures of Olivia Wilde about whom Megan Fox said is "so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox." Like, this picture: