Shane McBride has been Balthazar’s head chef for nearly three years, and he is the first permanent replacement for Riad Nasr and Lee Hanson, the chefs who opened the place in 1997. Despite the fact that he has worked in three- and four-star kitchens, McBride has adopted something of a bruiser look. His forearms are tattooed (one is of a Ball jar; another depicts four stars out of five), and he has a scraggly blond beard and a chipped front tooth. “They didn’t bring me in here to change things,” he says. Nasr and Hanson left Balthazar to open up another McNally venture, Minetta Tavern, and McBride’s mandate was to keep things working pretty much as they had always worked. Along the way, he has made some minor tweaks, like changing the poultry supplier, refining the preparation of pork belly, bringing in more seasonal food. “I had some high and mighty ideas that I had to reel in,” he says. (Among them, scrubbing the All-Clad cookware in the prep kitchen until it shines, daily. But it soon became clear that the pots and pans simply get too much use down there for that to make any sense.) “To change things here is like taking a quick right-hand turn in an aircraft carrier.”
It is perhaps because Jabir’s Hindi has been learnt in an environment of sex tourism that he is matter-of-fact about vocalizing details that most Hindi speakers would be slightly coy about. His description of the private dance show is a marvel of specificity: ‘Ladkiyaan poori nangi hongi, aapke goad mein aake baithengi. Aap daba sakte ho, kiss kar sakte ho, par zyada zor se nahin. (The girls will be completely naked, they’ll come and sit in your lap. You can squeeze, you can kiss, but not too hard.)’ He adds, ‘No boom-boom.’ Someone says ‘Toh kya faayda. (Then what’s the use),’ to which Jabir giggles and says, ‘Baad mein room jaake soap ke saath… (Later in the room, with some soap…),’ and moves his fist up and down. I’m transfixed by the novelty of a 23-year-old saying these things to a group in which everyone is older than him, with a couple of men old enough to be his grandfather. What’s more, Jabir speaks Hindi with an accent that knows no hard consonants, which makes him sound like a particularly precocious and foul-mouthed toddler, and renders him altogether irresistible.
A colleague failing to meet Bezos’s exacting standards will set off a nutter. If an employee does not have the right answers or tries to bluff, or takes credit for someone else’s work, or exhibits a whiff of internal politics, uncertainty, or frailty in the heat of battle—a blood vessel in Bezos’s forehead bulges and his filter falls away. He’s capable of hyperbole and harshness in these moments and over the years has delivered some devastating rebukes. Among his greatest hits, collected and relayed by Amazon veterans:
[After reviewing the annual plan from the supply chain team] “I guess supply chain isn’t doing anything interesting next year.”
[After reading a start-of-meeting memo] “This document was clearly written by the B team. Can someone get me the A team document? I don’t want to waste my time with the B team document.”
[After an engineer’s presentation] “Why are you wasting my life?”
Michael Clancy, a defense attorney for Ron Collins, a regular wholesale customer of the Flores twins, says he was a bit surprised to see how nonviolent the whole operation was. “It was strange,” he says, “to see such a big drug organization that didn’t have any acts of violence. I mean, there was nothing even close to a violent act in anything involving the twins’ organization.”
The couriers who later testified said that the twins forbade them to carry guns. Few couriers had prior convictions. Nicholas Roti, the chief of the Chicago Police Department’s Bureau of Organized Crime, says that the cartel operatives try to stay “very low key.” He adds, “This is their retail outlet; they don’t want to mess this up.”
So much money was flowing in that perhaps exacting violent retribution just wasn’t worth the effort. Explains Clancy: “If someone rips you off or someone stiffs you on 50 kilos, [do] you go out and do an act of violence against that guy and bring a bunch of heat on you and your organization? Let it go. You’ll sell another 50 kilos tomorrow.”
The idea of someone living without a car didn’t come up any more than the idea of someone walking around without a head. If you lived, you drove, was the assumption anywhere but the small island where I was born. The only people who took the bus were disabled, like me: by poor eyesight, by Parkinson’s or schizophrenia, by deafness, by poverty. Those of us who rode the bus didn’t merely look resigned; we looked defiant, staring straight ahead in the kind of square-shouldered so-what attitude most often used to conceal shame about our cheap snow boots and the huge sums of subtraction that showed in our faces.
I hit up my mother for driving lesson money. “Only marginal people take the bus here,” I said.
Often when people have wine in their house they think, Well, I better be fancy and sip this plain wine very slowly. Nope. Wrongo. Wine is just an ingredient. Lose the monocle and let’s get creative with our wine consumption. Welcome to the fierce majesty of the wine spritzer.
“But how? Where do I start?” you ask. A valid question. The internet offers shockingly little utility here. Martha Stewart’s own wine spritzer recipe merely lists “white wine” and “club soda” as ingredients. Really Martha? ANY white wine? Plain ‘ol club soda? That might play in Connecticut but this is the internet, and we demand better. A glass is a canvas. Wine and soda are the daubs of vivid color with which we will paint the future.
The government is now keen to avoid signs of excess.
I only needed to go to work to see why. Nauru’s government offices were nice and new. They were a two-storey block, with a really clever system of verandahs around it that meant you could navigate the whole place even under conditions of torrential rain. The Finance Department operated out of a portable building attached to the side of the main complex, but overall it was a highly satisfactory working environment.
Of course, the explanation for investment in exemplary workspaces was less uplifting. Deliberately lit fires had consumed the old buildings. Nauru’s motto was “God’s will first”, and the will of God was that displeasing things should be consumed by fire.
The interaction between dark-suited editor and smiley Karp looked less a power move than that of a bar mitzvah accepting congrats on his big day; you could see Karp applying himself, but he hasn’t quite grown out of his executive-puberty stage. When asked a question that bores him, his eyes go unreactive, and there’s a nearly audible shutdown noise as he disengages. Among the topics that bore him are cars (“I don’t like cars anymore”); Internet comments (“Gross”); his company’s colossally expensive infrastructure (“I have a very rudimentary understanding of how Tumblr actually works these days”); and management (“I’m not super-passionate about how we run the company”).
[T]here was little enthusiasm for finding a cure for such an incomprehensible disease so long as it only affected a few dozen sailors in far-flung locales, far from the public eye. It wasn’t until the rise of the British Navy that serious attention turned to scurvy. As it became a global power, England found itself with a fleet of ships spread out across Europe, Asia, and the Americas, that needed to be kept at sea for months on end. What had once afflicted small ships at the ends of the mapped world was now sapping the strength of the greatest navy in the world. In the eighteenth century, scurvy was responsible for more deaths in the Navy than enemy actions: in 1780 alone, scurvy killed 1,600 men in a fleet of 12,000, while enemy action killed only sixty. Once a disease of exploration, scurvy had become a disease of empire.
20) I hate “programs.” Cocktail programs. Beer programs. Pickle programs. Ice programs. Food programs? “We have a really exciting food program going on, where we source ingredients and then cook them and serve them to you.” Shut up.
The vast majority of bike nabbers are opportunists stealing cheap bikes, while a small minority are bona-fide, kitted-out pros targeting bikes that cost more than your first car. Anecdotal evidence suggests that there is a clear divide between the two.
Luckily, living a block from the projects in New York City, I was able to interview both types.
My fixer Ace set me up with small-time bike thief Bug Out; my other fixer Peanut introduced me to Jimmy. (Those are their nicknames.) Fascinating insights emerged from spending an evening with the thieves, but overall the experience of getting inside their criminal minds merely served to put a sharp point on what research already suggests: You can easily stop Bug Out from stealing your bike but you can only dissuade Jimmy.
You know how when a football player gets big, he buys his mom a house and hires all his buddies to be his managers and security guards? From what everyone here tells me, the Zambian equivalent of the NFL is national politics.
It goes as high up as you want to follow it. Michael Sata, the president of Zambia, appointed his uncle the finance minister, his nephew the deputy finance minister, his niece the local government minister, and cousins as ambassador to Japan and chief justice.
In a rather bald statement of the status quo, Daniel Munkombwe, a member of parliament who has been in office since independence in 1964, told a journalist earlier this year: “There is nobody who goes into Parliament naked, we go to Parliament because of allowances. … I know people will say Munkombwe has gone into government because he wants to eat, but who does not want to eat?”
There are probably three major alternative explanations to Obama’s actions with respect to the NSA. I list them in ascending order of plausibility:
3. Consistent with unitary executive theory as well as the formal chain of command, Obama really is in charge and knows exactly what he is doing. Accordingly, his not having been briefed on potentially embarrassing details of ongoing operations is consistent with the need for “plausible deniability,” a policy which has been more-or-less observed by presidents since the Eisenhower administration. His statements on civil liberties are conscious political signals to keep his base on board, and are common with sitting presidents.
At some point it is wise to ascribe adult levels of understanding to the principal actors in this drama, no matter how impenetrable their deeper motives.
We were trying to run a good restaurant. If a guest pointed out a mistake we made, the guest was doing us a favor. Our first reaction wasn’t going to be to punish the workers who made the mistake; it was going to be to make sure the server had the tools they needed to do the job right.
These people who were fighting to keep their punishment rights were keeping us from getting better.
We came to the conclusion that the fixed service charge … would drive these negative customers away. They would go to other restaurants where they could resume their role as arbiter of consequences.
I think this is pretty much happened, within a few months of that review. People who come to restaurants to punish other people came to our place, discovered we didn’t offer that service, and moved on.
Porkslap Pale Ale is brewed by Butternuts in Garrattsville, NY. I first had this beer back in 2007 at a NYC beer festival. I hadn’t heard of the brewery back then and I loved it so much that the man at the table let me sneak a couple unopened cans home with me. I’d say it still holds up to this day as an easy drinking session beer (4.3% ABV) with a tiny hint of spice to it.
While Lynn certainly allowed for a loose and convivial set, he exercised the most control when it came to his script. “Jonathan is a by-the-book guy, and if it was written, that was the way we did it,” says Mull. “For Madeline, of course, that’s like telling Cicero not to speak, you know what I mean?” Indeed, while most Hollywood comedies today are often largely improvised, all the actors I spoke to said there was really only one time Lynn allowed anyone to significantly break from the screenplay: Madeline Kahn’s “Flames on the side of my face” speech.
It lasts only 20 seconds, but for many Clue faithful, this is The Moment, when the movie passes through the threshold from genuine enjoyment to something approaching love.
The new responsive scrolling API in Mavericks takes advantage of times when the user is idle to ask the application to draw small regions of the content that are not currently visible (“overdraw”), starting with the areas directly adjacent to the existing viewport and extending outward.
Responsive scrolling alters the traditional arrangement for handling scrolling events. Rather than processing scrolling events on the main thread, responsive scrolling spawns a background thread for tracking user input (i.e., dragging on a trackpad or swiping a Magic Mouse). This background tracking thread will actually change the visible region of the view in response to scroll events. As long as there’s sufficient overdraw available, it can do this at a smooth 60 frames per second without disturbing the application’s main thread and without delaying the main event loop.
A side-by-side comparison of scrolling in Mountain Lion and Mavericks reveals a perceptible improvement in smoothness. It feels a bit more like scrolling in iOS, where the content feels glued to your finger. The difference is subtle enough that some might question the wisdom of this change. I do not. Small changes add up over time, eventually bringing us to unexpected new places.
You can absolutely drink alcohol with [INSERT MEDICATION YOU ARE TAKING]! There are no adverse interactions between the two. In fact, [AFOREMENTIONED MEDICATION] will work even better if you do have more than three drinks each night of the weekend. Excessive alcohol intake acts as a catalyst for the positive medical effects of [AFOREMENTIONED MEDICATION], which seems counterintuitive, but is true. I know this because I am a doctor. You might be asking, “If you are a real doctor, why are you posting on Yahoo! Answers?” I’ll tell you why. It’s because I want to inject legitimate medical expertise into a online forum that often seems unreliable, despite being the first thing that comes up in a Google search. Anyway, hope this helps. Drink as much as you want, all the time! You’re going to live forever!
I find Maersk fascinating. It is the Coca-Cola of freight with none of the fame. Its parent company A. P. Møller– Maersk is Denmark’s largest company, its sales equal to 20 percent of Denmark’s GDP; its ships use more oil than the entire nation. I like the fact that Maersk is not a household name outside the pages of Lloyd’s List; that it has an online store selling Maersk-branded T-shirts and cookie tins called Stargate, after the company symbol of a seven-point star, white on a background of Maersk Blue, a distinct color that can be created from a Pantone recipe. The star has seven points, goes an employee joke, because they work seven days a week. I like that Maersk is a first name. It’s like a massive global corporation named Derek.
A story to gladden the hearts of underdogs everywhere, its biblical moral is: Best to have God on your side. But subtract the theological context and what you have is a parable about technology. The slingshot, a small, lightweight weapon that employs simple physics to launch a missile with lethal force from a distance, was an innovation that rendered all the giant’s advantages moot. It ignored the spirit of the contest. David’s weapon was, like all significant advances in warfare, essentially unfair.
When people ask me if my son will one day live independently, or have a job, or find a partner, I answer them honestly: “I don’t know”. I no longer pretend that I have any idea what will happen in the next year or decade. And I’m so much happier this way.
Given all that, I’m reluctant to make predictions as to what you will face in the next few years. And anyway, there doesn’t seem to be any uniformity of development in children with autism. Some of my son’s peers, who were as non-verbal as he was two years ago, have since kissed the Blarney Stone and are an open spigot of words; others have gotten really, really, really, really into Pokemon or car keys.
"Contrary to Defendants’ statement, Ms. Gordon does not post ‘insane pictures’ of herself on the Internet."
"Contrary to Defendants’ statement, Ms. Gordon was not ‘DTF’ (i.e., ‘down to fuck’ or looking to have sex) or ‘on the prowl’ at this charity event, and to falsely claim otherwise is defamatory per se and grossly impugns her character."
"Defendants also stated that anyone seeking to have sexual relations with Ms. Gordon would want to wear two condoms (i.e., ‘double bagging’), falsely implying that Ms. Gordon has some loathsome disease."
Richard Adams used to own several McDonald’s in San Diego and is now a consultant to franchisees. He’s also one of the most candid insiders. “It’s supposed to be an assembly-line business. They are giving people too much variety and selection,” he says. “Customers are already frustrated by how long they have to wait. Sales growth will stagnate because of the complexity.” He points out that some of the competition, such as Five Guys and Chipotle, keep their menus simple. McDonald’s has about 145 items on its menu, six of them different kinds of McWraps. As for the notion that McDonald’s should encourage some kind of foodie culture, Adams sighs. He’s heard it before. “McDonald’s management, once they get to a certain level—I think it’s when they get a limo—they no longer want to be hamburger guys. They want to be restaurateurs.”
There is no reliable way to directly measure a tornado’s wind speed, so we have to infer its strength from the damage it leaves behind. EF1 means that windows have been broken and mobile homes overturned; EF2 means that the bark has been stripped off trees; EF5 means buildings made with reinforced concrete, like malls and schools and hotels, are ruined. When you get to that stage, as they did in Moore, tornado damage is timeless: all the disaster photos look basically the same, just with different models of cars.