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The Birds Eye company introduced fish fingers in Britain in 1955, thereby leading the children of that great nation to believe that all fish were born oblong and crumbed. But it worked! They ate them because they were boneless, skinless, pretty much tasteless, and you could have them with chips - also sold, not uncoincidentally, by Birds Eye. Please note that here, however, we’re talking here about grown-up fish fingers. About treating yourself to some beautiful salmon, coated with lemony crumbs and cooked until crisp and golden outside, and soft and pink inside.

     The good people of Chicago have spent so much money on sports, devoted so much passion to five pro teams, that an unglued moment is understandable. Who do these owners think they are, banking the revenue and not being accountable for their lack of success? They believe fans should be subservient suckers forever.      True, the dopes should not have booed Jerry Krause almost seven years after his death.

DES MOINES, Iowa – Barry Katz, one of my favorite RAGBRAI riders and one of the big ride’s greatest characters, is gone. The theatrical agent, recognized by many as the honorary “Mayor of Hell’s Kitchen” in the heart of his beloved New York City, died on April 6 at the age of 68 from heart damage.  He’d been hospitalized there nearly two months, his family has told friends, suffering from an infection that had started in a leg and took over his circulation system.

Farsang Journal: Being language students we’ve always been a bit dismayed at how languages are taught in this country, and when we came across Language Transfer we thought: ‘Shit, what have we been doing for the past four years?!’ Since then, we’ve always been really keen to speak to you and learn more about you and your method.  ‍To start with, were you always interested in languages growing up? Tell us a bit about your background.

"Fashion Touches Everything" | FT delves into the world of fashion and all its intersections through high-quality, inclusive, innovative, and thought-provoking content that inspires, educates, and elevates readers' fashion experiences. By Amarissa Imoukhuede · Launched 2 years agoNo thanksncG1vNJzZmiekai1qrvNrZilo16owqO%2F05qapGaTpLpw

To save space for images, I’m not going to add a lot of words here. Just know that almost everything you’re about to see took place behind the iron curtain. In the 1980s, Budapest was not quite socialist and not quite capitalist, and there was one fashion designer who thrived in this moment. This is the story of Tamás Király, an unusual artist from an unusual period of Hungarian history, both of which were unusually short-lived.

Welcome to The #Content Report, a newsletter by Vince Mancini. I’ve been writing about movies, culture, and food since the aughts. Now I’m delivering it straight to you, with none of the autoplay videos, takeover ads, or chumboxes of the ad-ruined internet. Support my work and help me bring back the cool internet by subscribing, sharing, commenting, and keeping it real. Killer AJ Soprano Invents The Tactical McMuffin It feels like David Fincher is deliberately breaking every rule of screenwriting in the first two-thirds of The Killer, his latest so voiceover-driven that you can imagine Brian Cox-as-scriptwriting guru Robert McKee in Adaptation putting his fist through drywall.

Welcome to Dispatch #18 of The Audio Insurgent.  Man, I completely lack the ability to tell which of these dispatches will resonate with people. For the last dispatch, “Five Pieces of Advice for Those Interested in Podcasting,” I thought of that as more of a toss off. I mean, it was basically the transcript of a six-minute talk, which I improvised. Yet it has been, by far, the biggest post I’ve done since starting this (maybe that’s telling me something about some of these big, long thought pieces).

Hello! Hello! And a Happy Father’s Day to all who are celebrating – or being celebrated. For all of you, I’m proposing pie! Maybe not the traditional Pop’s Day dish – is there one? – but a good one, and a recipe that means a lot to me. The first time I made this pie was in 2020. On that Father’s Day, Michael and I were in our house in Connecticut, and so were Joshua and Linling, who was pregnant with the baby who, a couple of months later, would become the fabulous Gemma.