I wrote about the death of Johnny Tapia, and the fundamental hardness of boxing and boxers’ lives that seems to always go undiscussed for The Classical: JOHNNY TAPIA IS DEAD.

(photo from the telegraph)

flipflopflyball:

Who’s that out on the mound? / He’s a little bit round / It’s Fernando!

“¡Olé Fernando!” by Lalo Guerrero

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latimes:

The frequent fliers who flew too much: Many years after selling lifetime passes for unlimited first-class travel, American Airlines began scrutinizing the costs — and the customers.

Photo: For many years, Steven Rothstein, left, and Jacques Vroom held lifetime unlimited first-class tickets with American Airlines. Credit: Carolyn Cole / Los Angeles Times; handout

This is an awesome and well- written piece.

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As I watched my car get towed away, dead, from the driver’s seat of my girlfriend’s Honda Civic, Jackson Browne’s “Running on Empty” came on the radio. No joke. I wrote an essay about saying goodbye to my car — the only car I’ve ever owned — and you can read it over at The Billfold.

New Dodgers ownership group wants to have players in full uniforms greeting players at the gate. So awesome.

pitchersandpoets:

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As for me, in matters of the soul, I’m a devout agnostic. What astounds me, what has always astounded me, is not that so many people are so certain of their beliefs but that they excoriate people who don’t share them. As a child, I repented for my doubt. Now I embrace it. Religious dogma is not verifiable; science is fallible. Uncertainty is the only belief system I feel sure of.

This NYT essay on heaven etc. by Maud Newton is the most sensible thing I’ve read on religion in a long time. 
sorryyourheinous:

Getting sick of this.

[“but suddenly the frog came and ate the blacksmith”]

sorryyourheinous:

Getting sick of this.

[“but suddenly the frog came and ate the blacksmith”]

oldbookillustrations:

What desperate attempts did I make to acquire the use of my “sea legs”.

From America revisited vol. 1, by George Augustus Sala, London, 1883.

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