Redditor Funkopolis shared this amazing video, which was recorded by the dashboard camera of a Portland, OR police cruiser. What begins as an officer’s straightforward pursuit of a speeding driver quickly turns into something completely awesome.
We don’t want to spoil the surprise. Just watch and smile.
What’s better for a horse’s back, posting trot or seated trot? What if the rider is very experienced? Turns out, it doesn’t matter, and that the answer is unequivocal: Posting trot. And even better still? The jockey’s raised position. This is a fascinating study and offers much to think about, especially if your horse has back problems.
You have no idea how badly I want to eat this right now.
I think there needs to a corollary to Godwin’s Law relating to conversations about the “Lean In” phenomenon. Perhaps we can call it Sandberg’s Law or the Lean In Law or the Bitches Corollary. And it will go something like this:
As an online discussion of Lean In and/or the role of women in the workplace grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving calling women bitches and/or accusing women of making this shit up approaches 1.
Oh man, I could have told you that! It’s not a bad place, Smalbany, for all its averageness. It has some good food, and really nice parks, and some cool buildings, and nice folks. But yeah, nobody’s ever going to move to Albany for adventure.
Attention Science Nerds! In New York City, you can actually stand at the corner of Ampere & Ohm Avenue!
Reason 51658765156787 to love New York.
In 1955, LIFE covered what would prove to be a classic Kentucky Derby, paying special attention to the eventual (longshot) winner — and his utterly singular trainer. See the photos here.
(John Dominis—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
Swaps. 1955. What a horse!
I started another Tumblr, dedicated entirely to vintage photographs and ancient depictions of horses. I haven’t gotten into the posting groove yet, but hope to soon.
New Yorker archivist Joshua Rothman explores eighty-eight years of essays by writers such as E.B. White, James Thurber, John Updike and many others in a celebration of Spring: http://nyr.kr/158nUye
Illustration by Michael Roberts.
Dear The New Yorker,
The New Yorker has been around for eighty-eight springs, and, if its archive is to be believed, its writers have taken a lot of days off to wander aimlessly around Manhattan during April and May. The result of all that loafing is a kind of field guide to spring in New York.
It cannot be a field guide to spring in New York if the only place where your writers loaf is in Manhattan. You should encourage them to get out a little more, and that doesn’t mean Brooklyn. If as E.B. White said, that New Yorkers must look for ”harbingers which Manhattan honors in lieu of bluebirds” then perhaps your writers should look outside of Manhattan?
Ann in the Bronx where the bluebirds roam (or at least birds of many colors, especially warblers)
This is simultaneously the most fascinating and nauseating article I have read in a long time. It’s hard to put into words how much I hate ticks.