Baseball combines the nerdiest, most joyless way of understanding sports with some of the most pedantic, self-righteous ambassadors you’ll find anywhere in America.
When FiveThirtyEight authors start writing articles titled ‘Math Wants Us to Commit Genocide,’ then I’ll worry about them exceeding their intellectual remit. Until then, it seems long overdue that in a media world overpopulated with fluff projects, ideological anvil-pounders, outrage porn, and a million and one precious niches, one little corner would dedicate itself to numerical investigation, train some of its journalists in statistical programming languages, and run some data visualizations.
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The passage is from Hell’s recounting of an early ’80s dinner with Susan Sontag: “The was one thing [Sontag] said that I didn’t understand at all until many years later. She said that she ‘hated opinions’ and that she’d rather not have them. I thought she was being like [host] Victor [Bockris] in contrarian incitement. I took it for granted so completely that opinions defined a person, that one was the sum of one’s opinions and that the point was to have interesting ones, that I could only think she meant something else, like prejudices rather than opinions. Wasn’t her whole identity the opinions she spun out in her essays? No, she meant opinions, and that lately she’d been thinking that she wrote the essays to get rid of them, to make ‘space for other things.’ In a way, I was right, because opinions will solidify into prejudices that substitute for perception. Over the years I’ve come to realize that once arrived at, opinions dry up and die, and you have to sweep them away, like she said.”


This Twitter thread is a thing of genius. While shining an important spotlight on the situation in Ukraine


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