First off, this dude passed away:

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didn’t know, he’s the same guy who brought us this:

I heard this bit on the radio this morning about how he went from punk rock to the writing for the New Yorker. In my impressively hanged-over mind I assumed he was a staff writer. I was shook. Even bigger than when I found out that vocal man from Bad Religion got his PhD from Cornell. Or that Milo went to college but then got his PhD in biochemistry from the UW Madison. That’s way radder than finding out Hosoi went to prison and out Jesussed.

Anyway, I was wrong so we can all go back to doing what we do on a Friday afternoon.

Like The New Yorker could find anyone more punk than Malcolm Gladwell or Seymour Hersh. C’mon.

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2 Responses to “Fridang-a-lang”

  1. rumorator says:

    I appreciate the latest NYer issue in the pic for date referencing. Where the fuck you been?