And now the plot is thickening, isn’t it? Who can’t see the seeds of the school experiment failure — and you know this one will be a failure, it’s the way of the city — being sown with the discussion of tracking? But Chris and Snoop’s Burial Crypts is about to be busted. The election is now a horse race. And Lt. Marimow learns, probably not for the first time or even the tenth, that he’s not the police he thinks he is. Discuss.
If you need time-wasters to put off starting your Monday and justify a third cup of coffee, you could hardly do better than Eric Zorn’s particularly rich Land of Linkin’ today. Stay away from that movie one. You’ll be there all. Damn. Day.
This week’s forgotten soul track, unearthed by Old-School Saturday and downloaded from iTunes immediately afterward: “The House That Jack Built,” Aretha Franklin. I’m calling this perhaps the best breakup lyric ever:
There was the fence that held our love,
There was the gate that he walked out of
This is the heart that is turned to stone
This was the house, but it ain’t no home
This is the love that I once had
In a dream that I thought was love,
This is the house that Jack built,
I’m gonn’ remember this house!