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A short interview with Wayne Coyne from the Toronto Star:
“I don't think music or rock stars change politics," Coyne says. "If people aren't getting enough information from the TV and the Internet, I can't help them at this point. If you don't despise George Bush enough to go out and vote, you're beyond the help of a dumb rock band."

Here’s a great analysis of New York Times book critic, Michiko Kakutani. (Yep, we are critiquing critics now.)
Kakutani's refusal ever to take her eyes off the thumbs up/thumbs down prize, or to lay any of her own prejudices, tastes, or tangentially relevant observations on the table, is dispiriting. One of her favorite gimmicks for ducking subjectivity is to invoke the supposed reactions of "the reader" to a book. This is a rather underhanded device [...] and it's a perfect emblem of the way Kakutani muffles her own voice by hiding behind a mask. But it provides the only fun I get from her reviews: First thing, I always hunt for "the reader" (whom I visualize as a kind of miniature androgynous Michelin man) the way I used to count the Ninas in a Hirschfeld drawing.

Chuck Klosterman has written a very smart article on the "Barry Bonds situation" in baseball. It's lengthy but very worthy of your time.
In 50 or 100 years, they will search for events within the popular culture that supposedly embodied the zeitgeist of the time. Some of these people will use sports, not unlike the way contemporary historians might use Muhammad Ali as a means to define the 1960s. As these future historians try to explain what was wrong with the world in the early 21st century, I suspect they will use Barry Bonds. Here was a man accomplishing unbelievable things -- things so unbelievable that they literally should not have been believed, even as they were happening. But we did not really believe or disbelieve. We just sort of watched it happen, and then we watched it get out of control, and then we expressed shock without feeling a grain of surprise, and then we tried to figure out how we were supposed to reconcile an alien reality we unconsciously understood all along. So if you're wondering how to feel about Barry's passing Babe, here's one option: You can feel like you're experiencing how the present tense will be understood in the future.

Finally, the folks at Deadspin have an abolutely hilarious story about my least-favorite ESPN personality of all-time, Chris Berman:
Chris Berman walks by [a]nd without even breaking stride, Berman looks at the girl, points and says “You’re with me, leather.” And the girl looks up, instantly recognizes Berman, snatches up her jacket and walks out with him, leaving my friend in mid-sentence.

It was almost a year ago to the day that I, on this very blog, used a few words to describe how much I abhor Chris Berman and his ridiculous tradition of wearing that green blazer on Masters Sunday. Well this year was no different. Thankfully I didn't watch Baseball Tonight this time, which he usually hosts on Masters Sunday. Unfortunately I did catch his Plays of the Week feature on Sports Center. Every year it's the same thing. He starts out by mentioning that the green jacket is a tradition of his. (Great! Thanks, Chris. I don't think anyone would be able to notice the Crayola hue of your sports jacket if you didn't point it out.) I thought he was going to let the usual "jacket doesn't fit as good as it used to" joke slide this year but he managed to slip it in near the end. My list of grievances with ESPN is lengthy, but I'd let them have at least a year long grace period with me if they'd just show Berman the door.