I never watch golf. I can't really see the appeal. And while I can appreciate that it's very difficult, the huge scale and distances that the ball is being played makes it hard to appreciate the nuance.
Snooker should be very boring to watch but I can observe men dressed like butlers holding sticks for a very long time. Too long, let's say.
I'll use ancient Egypt as an example but you can apply a variation of this to pretty much any conspiracy theory.
People who cannot comprehend ancients devising slow and methodical techniques to carve stone and then throw endless human suffering at it to move it would rather decide that there must have been some kind of alien intervention or lost technology.
'If I can't understand something, it must be because the real answer is something NO ONE understands.'
When manufacture is outsourced to China it creates an entire secondary market of genuine fakes. The same factories that produce the real thing in the quantities ordered will also produce some extras to sell on the side.
They're identical. Side-by-side you couldn't tell the difference but it's the lack of a true connection to the brand that makes them technically fake.
With limited run Nikes being hoovered up by collectors and resold at a premium, the genuine fakes are a way to get the same item and actually wear them without the stupid markup.
These Tom Sachs Mars Yard 2.0 Nikes are something I want, and while £175 is far below any kind of official pricing, it's still way beyond what I can spend.
In the last couple of months I have seen the flash of a speed camera and received no fine.
The first, I was literally 1 mph over the threshold and it was 1am, so I think it may have been a human decision to not proceed with a fine. The second was thanks to my favourite feature of the smart motorway; a 40 limit on a single gantry with national speed limit either side. With other vehicles around me I couldn't brake hard enough to be completely below the limit. I think what saved me on that occasion was a truck between me and the camera itself.
'Third time lucky' doesn't apply when the first two times were lucky. It'll be lucky for whoever pockets the fine, so there is more speed limiter in my future.
Les Claypool, The Eagles Club, Milwaukee, 13th Jun 2006, $0.00
This is notable for a few reasons. The first show I saw abroad, the first time I travelled abroad alone, the first time seeing Les Claypool (which at the time of writing has ballooned to 23), and I got off a flight from London in Chicago a few hours earlier to meet someone I'd only ever spoken to online.
I've never been more excited for any show before or since, even though I would see Les play another three times in the next week across two more states. I met maybe a dozen more internet people, and people whose names I knew because of the countless bootlegs they'd recorded and I'd acquired by posting blank CDs to them and getting burned CDs back.
We didn't have tickets and didn't originally plan to go; we were seeing them the next night in Chicago, but decided to make the drive anyway. As we approached the box office someone turned around and handed us a pair of tickets, no questions asked. The printed ticket price is 0.00.
The Baby Huey Story / The Living Legend
James Thomas Ramey was better known as Baby Huey. He unfortunately died of a heart attack at 26, but left behind this absolute classic. Hard Times is about as cold as it gets.
This is a reissue in a nice gatefold, and inside there are newspaper cuttings mentioning his death as well as the deaths of Janis Joplin and Hendrix. This gets a lot of turntable time.
Once bitten, twice shy make it sound like a simple 2:1 ratio of shyness to bites, but I think it's more like an exponential jump each time. 1^2, 2^4, 3^6, etc.