MEXICO CITY — Mexican authorities announced their largest methamphetamine seizure ever late Wednesday: 15 tons, found in pure powder form at a ranch outside Guadalajara. It was about 13 million doses worth $4 billion — more than double the size of all meth seizures at the Mexican border in 2011.
Methamphetamine is difficult to produce in large quantities. Unlike marijuana, which can be grown almost anywhere, meth requires international connections to suppliers of precursor chemicals, which are tightly regulated in the United States and Mexico, as well as manufacturers with a degree of chemistry expertise.
You’re probably familiar with these arguments against: The fast, fluent basketball played by the world’s best players is somehow less authentic than the flubbier analogue played by (notionally) unpaid teenagers in college or high school; that NBA players are universally greedy thugs, which is such a creepo FoxNation formulation that it hurts just to type it and which also lets the league’s far greedier and more thuggish owners off the hook. There are some decent reasons not to like the NBA, of course, but all of them converge at “because I don’t enjoy watching it.” But the popularity of the sketchier and more codeword-heavy arguments against the NBA, and the volume and bombast with which they’re delivered—there are many sports radio yob/angry dad-types who proclaim their distaste for the NBA with the righteous fervor of a Republican congressional candidate decrying environmental regulation—suggests something less agreeable than that. All of this is spectacularly mainstream, of course, but the uglier and angrier and more stubbornly backwards America’s actual mainstream gets, the easier it is to see a hyper-mainstream mega-brand that is the NBA as something other than that. An alternative, if you like.
It helps a lot that the NBA’s commentariat is unusually astute—there are exponentially more literate, engaged, and bullshit-free words written about the NBA than about the NFL, for instance. But it helps, too, that NBA fans get to enjoy an entertainment that features state-of-the-art talent and high-production value presentation without having to forfeit the small, silly thrill of being up on something that clueless lamestreamers just don’t get. Is it ridiculous? It is maybe a little ridiculous. But no more so than, say, talking yourself into Salem was a couple years ago. If we’re applauding ourselves a little bit when we applaud Chris Paul or Kevin Durant, so be it. At least we get to watch.
Almost the exact conversation we had a couple of weekends back.
This sample is from perhaps the best love song ever, I like it more when Lil Wayne used it in Tha Carter III sessions. Had the hardest time finding Wayne’s version amongst the highly unorganized 400 Lil Wayne songs in my iTunes. Luckily, about two years ago I was working on a Lil Wayne top 10 list, and there it was. The top 10 has 22 songs I just can’t part with, maybe I’ll zip them up later.
“12. Depeche Mode songs are always much slower than you remember them being, and dancehall only works on wasted people, after 1 AM, and only if they have been dancing to party rap for most of the night.”—How to play music for a party (via mattlehrer)
8. Even though you are nervous, don’t drink too much or get loaded—you will think you are doing a better job than you are.