And Buzzfeeᴅ has an article in which Tamerlan’s friend Ray speculates, without much cause, that Tamerlan may have murdered someone before the bombing.

Electronic music, Piti Urgell said last month, “hasn’t evolved in 20 years and is for idiots.”

Forced to choose between preserving the freedom of the Internet or that of its users, we were supposed to choose the former—because “the Internet” stood for progress and enlightenment.

And Karen O is an exhibitionistic Boo Radley, a warped dervish onstage who disappears after the encore and is rarely seen out in real life. 

I learned about the Oikos shooting shortly after it happened from a Korean friend who communicated the whole thing in a one-line e-mail: “We did it again.” I knew what he was talking about the moment I read it. “We,” indeed, had done “it” again, and “it” required no further explanation. We first did it five years earlier, on April 16, 2007, when Seung-Hui Cho massacred 32 people at Virginia Tech University. This phrase may sound cynical and callous, but it speaks to a truth shared among immigrants whose people have done terrible things. Nothing quite welds a group together as immediately and as forcefully as these moments of collective trauma.

Last year, I published a novel in which the main character ruminates at length about Seung-Hui Cho and about his own volatile yet always suppressed anger. The book was an intensely personal endeavor, born out of an irrational but unshakable implication I felt, as a young Korean man in America, in the Virginia Tech killings. Oikos brought all that back, and because I still did not understand why I felt so implicated in the actions of two random Korean-Americans, I flew up to Oakland with no plan in mind other than to to try to talk to One Goh and the people he left in his wake.

Sandberg has penned not so much a new Feminine Mystique as an updated Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism. 

I vote for “Calvin and Hobbes, Eighth Wonder of the World.”

She cried a lot that first night, and then, the next day, she cried some more because she was certain Christopher Hitchens had done no such thing, and she was devastated at the thought that she might not be as brave as him about death.