The past couple of years, I've come to be a bit of content curator. I pick songs for a couple of lists over at a song a day. I also find myself sending articles around to folks who I think will enjoy them.
This week, I found this story over on The New Yorker, and I shared it with a few people, and Casual Spectator picked it up. It's a real good piece by Ian Crouch, that's not only about Ron Darling's new book about the forgotten moments of the 1986 World Series that occurred after (and, seriously ... go hit that link, if only for the commercials.)
Strike that ... go watch it because it's awesome, and I love basically everything about that (other than the lack of representation of people of color in the crowds and front team personnel, but ... eh ... it was 1986) I remember watching that game as a 10 year old. I remember that terrible wood paneling in the dugouts at Shea. I remember snap front satin jackets meaning fall baseball.
However, I do not 3 minutes and 23 seconds of absolutely perfect shutting the fuck up from the NBC network talking heads. Can you imagine that happening today? Sports announcers realizing the scene speaks for itself and they can only make it worse by talking over it? They'd be fired and the director would go to the truck after 6 seconds of silence.
Anyway, I'll also point you to this, an article on The Verge about what's about to happen to your movie going experience. Apparently, Sean Parker, of Napster fame, is about to run theatre chains out of business
What's amazing to me is, the piece goes on and on about the reasons people don't go to the movies, and totally misses the reason I've adjusted my movie going strategy: PEOPLE CAN'T JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ANY MORE.
I didn't realize this was really related to the 10th inning of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. But there you go: more people just need to shut the fuck up more.