What I really want is an atheist, a skeptical non redneck athlete to take home a trophy.  I just want a guy who thanks his parents for endowing in him superior genetics, a guy  that thanks his agent for getting him a fat ass fucking signing bonus.  I don’t want another asshole thanking Jesus for leading him to victory.  I’m pretty indifferent towards the Steelers too.  Everyone keeps saying Pittsburgh is a working class town like Detroit.  Bullshit.  Pittsburgh is by all accounts a city rebuilding after the collapse of domestic manufacturing jobs.  Also if you look at the demographic breakdowns of Pittsburgh and Detroit, you will see that Pittsburgh is a predominantly white city.  Shit I was rooting for Baltimore!  They had a team that represented their city (well the city outside of the inner harbor).  Then again my love of the Ravens probably has more to do with my freakish obsession with the Wire than anything.

I guess what I’m looking forward to the most about the Super Bowl is the half-time show.  It’s the Boss motherfuckers!  This is the most promising half time show since Prince ripped it a couple years ago.  I’m imagining Springsteen; teeth clenched, running through a medley that includes not one, but two songs with the word “born” in the title.  I’m envisioning Max Weinberg looking like, um, Max Weinberg.  I can already see Stevie’s scarf on head concealing the perfectly primed pompadour of Silvio Dante.  And goddamnit I am having visions of Clarence Clemons looking like the geriatric ex-boxer he isn’t.  Resting on a stool like a man about to die, only to come to life again ripping through a vitalizing saxophone  solo.  He is reborn!  I’m also hoping the Obama family jet packs in and the world is great again.  B-Doggy O, does owe him a favor or two.

SHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT.

I’m losing sleep over the prospect of seeing this entire interview.  Wayne and Couric!  I think love is in the air

The first one is JJJJound.  Dude posts pictures of pretty much everything great.  John Lennon, models, Louis V bullets, Nas, APC clothing, etc.  Really great stuff.

The second is The Impossible Cool.  Here they post style and culture icons highlighting each individuals personal style in the form of one photo and a single word, the individual’s last name.

In line with both these blogs I wanna show off a couple pictures of Marcello Mastroianni from La Dolce Vita.  One of my favorite moments in style ever captured on film.  Here he is impossibly cool, impossibly Italian, and impossibly debonaire.  He’s all sports cars, slim fitting suits, sunglasses, and beautiful women–the good life indeed. 

My score of the week is a 1960s edition of the classic Old Mr. Boston’s Bartenders Guide.  A necessary part of any bartender’s or aspiring cocktailers library.  Filled with classic cocktails recipes, some archaic, some common.  Still it’s a good read and filled with classic American cocktails.

so i decided i needed to buy a bunch of vintage issues of Playboy magazine this week.  I hopped onto the internets flea market, ebay, and proceeded to bid indiscriminately.  We’ll see how these impulse purchases work out for me.