When it came to light that New Yorkers’ hallowed tradition of weekend drunching is actually against the law, they took to the internet to vent their outrage.
On February 25th, Eater published a short but very important post, pointing to the illegality of New Yorkers' beloved "Bottomless Brunches."
Specifically, the law prohibits "selling, serving, delivering or offering to patrons an unlimited number of drinks during any set period of time for a fixed price."
Read more on the NYC Hospitality Alliance website here.
For many New Yorkers, whose weekends and social lives hinge around the $20 "all you can drink for two hours" deals offered ubiquitously, this is devastating.
Multiplatform presence Bill Simmons had thought leader Lena Dunham on his podcast today. Since you are probably at work and unable to listen, we pulled out some of the things they said so that you can read them.
I try to be as mature as possible, but if someone farts or makes an accidental sexual reference, I laugh like a 3rd grader. It comes as no surprise that USA Olympian Skier Lyman Currier burst out laughing after receiving his score.
Established in 1978 with a lone, single-engine De Havilland Beaver aircraft and collectively owned by the Inuit, who have occupied the territory for thousands of years, Air Inuit is the sole airline providing passenger, charter, cargo, and emergency air transport services to Quebec's northernmost coastal communities known as Nunavik. Its small fleet of 26 airplanes is well known in the airline industry for having "one of the most enviable safety records in Canada" despite the "challenging and often hostile conditions" under which it operates. The new identity and livery, introduced a year ago — flying under the radar of Brand New at the time — were designed by Montreal-based FEED in collaboration with brand consultant Marc-André Chaput.
Update: A couple of images (envelope detail and cabin interior) added.
The rebranding of Air Inuit may come as a surprise to some (since the carrier has few or no direct competitors to speak of), but it is part of a company-wide modernization initiative designed to help Air Inuit meet increased demand for air transport services due to the growing number of infrastructure and mining projects in the resource-rich province.
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The orange-and-white goose design was created to reflect the Inuit's love and respect of nature and the abundant wildlife that have allowed its people to survive for thousands of years in one of the planet's harshest environments. It was also intended to underscore the company's distinctive corporate culture and bold new vision for the future which includes improving efficiency to cope with rising operating costs, the addition of new routes and specialized services, and a careful expansion into new markets.
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In addition to a bold new logo and livery design, Feed also created an exclusive typeface in collaboration with French typeface designer Jean-Baptiste Levée to give the distinctive written language a strong, yet carefully crafted feel that steers clear of clichés, reflects the company's specialized expertise and spirit of innovation, and works across cultures and languages. Appropriately named Air Inuit Sans, the corporate font is one of a handful of typefaces in the world used to write the Inuktitut language, and certainly one of the first specifically designed to give roman glyphs and their syllabic equivalent a look and feel that is common to both. The same typeface was used to create the company's new logotype that features the word "Inuit" in traditional syllabics in orange to highlight the company's Inuit ownership and cultural heritage.
The new logo, on its own, is nothing to get excited about. It's as straightforward as wordmarks get — except for the part that half of this wordmark is set in the Inuktitut language (making it interesting simply because the two languages are perfectly in visual synch). Even in application the logo is barely noticeable and the custom sans serif barely registers as anything out of the ordinary. Strangely enough, this is actually praise. The quiet and subtle integration of the local language is more than enough peculiarity to the project and is a commendable effort in itself. Even better is the fact that this subtle typography is accompanied by a stunning piece of illustration that single-handedly turns this identity and livery into a fantastically restrained and sophisticated brand where there was none before.
Stationery.Envelope detail.Boarding pass and lanyard.Livery, before and after.
A homage to a generations-old tradition of Inuit arts and crafts, the fuselage was used as an artist's canvas to allow the dovetailing Canada geese to fully spread their wings so they could be seen from a distance and contrast with the snowy landscape.
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Despite a minimal range of execution variations the identity feels fresh and lively. The rich orange works great as bursts of color against starkly white applications and even though the goose illustration always appears in the same crop in the same bottom-right corner, its fluidity helps avoid it to grow tiring. This is simplicity done right. And bright.
You've spent the entire day hiking in the backcountry. Filthy, sweaty, and tired, you want nothing more than to fall to the ground and fill your mouth with cold, life-restoring beer. Well, you kind of can; Pat's Backcountry Beverages claims to have the answer to every camping ale addict's prayers: a hyper-potent, concentrated beer gel that comes in its very own packet. Just add (carbonated) water.
Why this is the best Valentine: what did you do for your Valentine today? Did you buy a dented box of chocolate in the shape of a heart from CVS, or Frank Sinatra’s Greatest Love Songs from Walmart? Did you even remember it’s Valentine’s Day? The fact that Alex put this much effort into making today memorable for Jodie is better than nothing, which is exactly how much I spent on my wife’s present.
Why this is the worst Valentine: Breaking Bad? More like, she’s gonna be breaking UP with him, amirite?
Not necessarily in full agreement, but interesting nonetheless.
Everybody wants to recapture the glory days of 80s movies these days. Everywhere you look, they're remaking 80s classics or paying homage to the motifs of the Reagan era. But there's still something about the 80s that remains unique and special. Here are 10 things movies were good at in the 80s that they struggle at today.
When Channing Tatum posted this photo to Facebook last night, I immediately rode my Segway down the hallway of the UPROXX mansion to Danger Guerrero’s private ball pit and I shouted, “ZOMG YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS PHOTO!” He almost spit out his entire shark dinner when he saw this photo, and he demanded that I write 1,000 words about how awesome it is. But how? How on Earth do I even begin to describe this photo of C-Tates taking a break from writing Magic Mike 2 to stare at his very own bust of Matthew McConaughey?
Maybe I should start with Tatum’s feathered cap. Does he always wear a feathered cap or is that just reserved for when he’s writing? What kind of bird if that feather from? My guess is it’s an eagle or a hawk because, “Dems B da dopest of all da birdies, yo.” But screw the hat, you guys. Screw everything about this picture except for the most obvious part – how the hell did he get a bust of MC Conaughey?
Does Matthew McConaughey have classical busts made for all of his co-stars as a gift? Or did Tatum just keep this one from Magic Mike so he can reign supreme as the only man in the universe who owns such an artifact? It has to be the latter, because McConaughey owes his recent run of critical success to his role as Dallas in Magic Mike, according to a really lazy theory that I have. McConaughey was absolutely robbed when he wasn’t even nominated for Best Supporting Actor, let alone Best Song for “Ladies of Tampa,” and so the Academy and other awards voters have been making up for their shame by celebrating his role in Dallas Buyers Club. Sure, you could argue that his performance was brave and flawless and the pinnacle of his already wonderful career, but I’d counter with the fact that his turn as a male stripper in Magic Mike was far better, because it made a theater full of middle-aged women, drunk college girls and gay men scream with delight, as I laughed hysterically for hours after the movie even ended.
In conclusion, there’s not a frame powerful enough to hold this amazing picture, but it deserves to be hanging in a VIP room at the Louvre.
Most cats are fairly graceful creatures, and then there’s “Skimbles,” here, who I believe suffers from a combination of a low center of gravity, inner ear disorder and ridiculous name. If you name your cat something like Skimbles, you’re pretty much guaranteeing your cat the kind of low self esteem which makes even the most normal of cat-related functions seem impossible. Let this be a cautionary tale for us all.
To start the quasi Matt Damon roast, here’s Kimmel convincing George Clooney, Bill Murray, John Goodman, Cate Blanchett, and Bob Balaban they all hate Matt Damon via an insightful line of questioning. I recommend surveying all the posters in Damon’s green room.
And finally, after all these years, Matt Damon is introduced as an actual guest on the show: “An actor, at best, who only has one Oscar.” Fun burns all around, but it’s the cutaway clip at the end that is pure gold.
Come for the Matt Damon jokes, stay for Bill Murray’s reactions to Behind the Candelabra.
Matt Damon — after all these years — gets a legitimate question on Kimmel to close the show. Spoiler: things don’t end well.
Check out the next page for all the lead up interviews, complete with Bill Murray-Garfield talk and George Clooney telling the world how drunk Kimmel got on New Year’s Eve.
Adam Brody has been popping up here and there lately — a guest spot on this past season of The League, a shaggy-haired appearance as Jess’s ex on this week’s New Girl, and an upcoming role opposite Jean-Claude Van Damme in a film titled Welcome to the Jungle (trailer here) — but for most people he will always be Seth Cohen from The O.C.. That’s why it caused a bit of a hubbub on the Internet this week when he told Nylon that, in his mind, Seth is probably dead by now.
Considering The OC just celebrated its 10th anniversary, in your mind, where is Seth Cohen now?
If I had to predict, I’d say Seth Cohen is dead.
Wait, what?! You know you’re breaking a million hearts right now, right?
I think he’d be going down to Mexico and probably had a bad car accident. It wasn’t any fault of his own, but yeah, knowing what I know now about Seth and his poor decision-making, that’s my guess.
Car accident in Mexico, eh? Not any fault of his own, you say? Sounds fishy. Sounds like … murder. But who could be so devious as to wait 11 years from the show’s premiere, and seven since it went off the air, to exact revenge on Seth Cohen for some unspecified offense? Couldn’t be Ryan or Summer. God forbid something broke down in their respective relationships, I see both of them as more “spontaneous crime of passion” murderers than “cut someone’s break lines in Mexico” murderers. Anna? Probably not. It was a bad break-up, sure, but things seemed solid when they re-connected at Brown. Julie Cooper? Maybe. You can never rule out Julie Cooper, for anything. She’s diabolical. But even she got a happy ending in the finale.
No, it’d have to be someone who left on bad terms. A real sick puppy. Someone with a screw loose. Someone unhinged and dangerous, with a history of violence. Someone like…
OLIVER. GOD DAMMIT. OF COURSE. HE WAS PROBABLY WORKING WITH THE CARTELS. THAT SON OF A BITCH.
In the world, somewhere, there apparently exists a recording of Ice-T doing an audiobook for a Dungeons and Dragons book. And that is how you know the universe loves you.
Super Bowl XLVIII won’t go down as a memorable game, but crazy people are trying to make sure that it is remembered for bringing all the insane people out of the woodwork. There was a 9/11 Truther at the post-game press conference and now notable fundie website WorldNetDaily is declaring that the Super Bowl blowout was wrath from God because the Broncos dumped Tim Tebow two years ago. Such a surprising take for unhinged religious folk.
A new theory is being proffered by a South Carolina football fan suggesting the Almighty directly injected Himself in Sunday’s event to even the score, so to speak, after the Denver Broncos booted quarterback Tim Tebow, an outspoken Christian who is no longer playing in the NFL.
“God’s hand was all over this Super Bowl,” says David Campbell, a WND reader from Myrtle Beach, S.C., who explained his view of the divine intervention in a letter to the editor.
First of all, I love that the top story on the site is a crackpot theory in a letter to the editor. That’s how the best stories are produced!
Secondly, why so handsy, God?
Campbell then fast-forwarded to this year’s Super Bowl, as the Denver Broncos were matched against the Seattle Seahawks.
“Denver was the favorite, because of Manning. The Seattle quarterback? A kid named Russell Wilson. Christian, small guy, nothing really of note. No big records, no big wins, no big following. The New York Times labeled him forgotten, undersized and underestimated. Kind of like David against Goliath.”
And that’s when the little charmslinger took out his charming sling shot and slung deadly charm right into the giant noggin of Goliath Pey-Pey.
I won’t claim to know the motivations of the almighty (at least not ALL the time) or whether He/She/It intervenes in the day-to-day affairs of man, but if God did play the long con on the Broncos, I’m impressed by the divine spitefulness. Not only did God allow the Broncos to advance further in the postseason than Tebow ever got them, but the Broncos got to the Super Bowl by defeating Philip Rivers, perhaps the most vocally Christian player in the NFL outside of Tebow. Though I do understand why God deliberately smote the Patriots, the team that cut Tebow in the preseason. Also, y’know, because they’re the Patriots and God, like everyone else, clearly hates them. NO ONE DENIES THIS.
The fuck can you present an anti-Drumline sequel argument?
Nick Cannon has announced that he is officially producing and acting in the sequel to Drumline, "tentatively titled" Drumline: A New Beat. Depending on who you are, this is either great or very tragic news.
You can’t beat the old-fashioned pencil and paper.
Peter Pan, from the 1953 film of the same name.
Disney's Milt Kahl supervised the animation of the Peter character, and later admitted animating characters who fly around and suspend mid air was a tricky indeed.
I've been watching bits and pieces of this. It's kind of fascinating, but not like in a science way or a debate way. Just sort of this interesting cultural moment.
Last night is a debate that shouldn’t have happened. But Bill Nye is a defender of science, and there are people who insist creationism is science, and Bill Nye, being a nice guy, tried politely to explain why they were being dumb by talking about fish sex. Here’s everything you need to know about last night’s debate about creationism.
I know who Bill Nye is, but who was he debating?
Ken Ham, the founder of the Creation Museum. To be fair to Ham, he’s not just some rube: He’s got a bachelor’s of applied science from one of Australia’s top universities. That said, he’s lucky Bill Nye doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, because Nye could have completely destroyed him last night.
I don’t follow this stuff closely; recap creationism for me?
First, it’s worth sorting young-Earth creationism, which is what was being debated, from Intelligent Design. Neither are science, but the former is the belief that, essentially, the Bible is literally true and the Earth was created six thousand years or so ago, give or take a few centuries. Intelligent Design is just basically a softer version of that, arguing that there must be some guiding force to the universe that shows life was “planned.”
Wait, you just said neither are science?
Nope. Both intelligent design and young-Earth creationism don’t stand up to the scientific method, because you essentially can’t prove the hypothesis, which is that God exists, in a lab. There aren’t any experiments you can even run: All of intelligent design boils down to, essentially, “This stuff is too complicated to just happen by random chance. BOOM! ROASTED!”
We have yet to see a hand come out of the clouds and dump a new animal in the Hudson. So the scientific theory of evolution kind of has the edge here.
To win the debate, Ken Ham had to come up with a new, fresh, and compelling argument that creationism is science?
Yes.
Did he?
Ham essentially spent the entire debate whining about how words have meanings, those meanings don’t agree with what he thinks, and that’s not faaa-aaaair. He literally opened his remarks by claiming science had been “hijacked” by secularists and spent a lot of time arguing about how he and other creationists are noble free-thinkers fighting the establishment.
Keep in mind, when confronted with the question of whether or not he takes the Bible literally, which is the entire basis of the philosophy he’s espousing, Ham said he takes the Bible “naturally.” That should really tell you all you need to know about how this debate went, philosophically. Ham presented nothing that you haven’t heard before, which boils down to “God’s real, you’re wrong, so there.”
What did Bill Nye respond with?
Essentially Nye spent most of his time pointing to the fact, from bringing out a rock that he found outside to discussing the many, many facts supporting evolution. He does raise a few points, noting, for example, that if kangaroos somehow arrived in the Middle East and went to Australia, even if this happened during Pangaea, we’d have kangaroo fossils all over the place. But mostly, Nye just pretty much points out the basic problem, which is that there’s literally zero facts to support anything in creationism.
Dammit, tell me about the fish sex!
Nye mentions “traditional fish sex” at one point. Here’s what he breaks it down as: Fish could simply reproduce by themselves. Instead, they choose to have sex with other fish. Why? Because they evolved to: Sexual reproduction.
But yeah, people are stuck on that, because, come on, it’s the scientist of your childhood saying “traditional fish sex.”
So Nye won?
In the sense that he had the facts to back him up and actually presented an argument, but it seems unlikely anybody would have come away convinced if they were on the opposite side.
Can I watch this debate?
Sure can: Here’s all 160 minutes, and of course we’ll embed it.
In an inspired piece of goofy scaling, the NY Times graphics department has plopped several Winter Olympic venues into various parts of Manhattan, just to give you a better sense of how absolutely enormous they are. Pictured above is the ski jump course, towering over the New York Public Library and Bryant Park. Those taking the run better be real confident into their stopping abilities lest you get hit by a car on Sixth Avenue or run into one of these two buildings.
