
US COLE ATTACK
WARNING IGNORED
A 40 x 40-foot hole had been blown in the side of the Cole by a suicide bomber during a refueling stop in Yemen two weeks earlier. Seventeen sailors died. The article reported that a Pentagon intelligence analyst had warned of "impending terrorist attacks" but the warning wasn't passed along to military commanders. A later warning, of "imminent terrorist activity" in Yemen, wasn't acted on.
The thing is, the attack on the Cole was itself a warning: al Qaeda was at war against the United States. If taken as seriously as the 9/11 attacks 11 months later, it might have prevented them. But it was not.
2. Mick Jones from the Clash is actually on it.
3. Unlike the output of other earnest turn-of-the-millennium pop-rock bands giving themselves dance-floor makeovers, it's completely free of any douche-chill-inducing self-embarrassment.
4. I like it.
Check it out for yourself after the jump.

You'd need the cranial kinesis of a boa constrictor to get this absurdly gigantic sandwich between your jaws. The four-layer chicken schnitzel at Irving Park's Olga's Deli is the crowning glory in a small but astonishing repertoire, but it's the lunchtime ritual of lining up and ordering from the eponymous Olga, who is the embodiment of generosity, that gives this towering construction an ineffable appeal.
I first encountered La Jetée—Marker's 1962 international debut and best-known film—in high school. I was just beginning to cut my teeth on cinema, and the sparse, 27-minute short film I found at the library left me with arresting images and apocalypse-fueled dreams. A few months later I saw 12 Monkeys, Terry Gilliam's amped-up reimagining of Marker's story, and couldn't stand it. A mix of romance, war film, and science fiction dystopia, La Jetée is composed (almost) entirely of still images. Photos are linked together, voice-over narration is dropped on top, and somehow the film becomes much greater than the sum of its parts.

'Twas ever thus, of course, in the world of sport, but I've been struck by how this particular theme—pervasive as it's been—has been ignored by most of the media, at least as an overall trend.
An eight-inch rubber sperm I got in the mail as promo for the movie Seed of Chucky. The big sperm also came with a condom labeled “Get a Load of Chucky,” which I stapled to the bulletin board at one point, so it’s probably no good now.