The best of what we've read this week:
Heeeeere's Conan - The New York Times Magazine has a lengthy article about Conan's transition from the Late Show to the Tonight Show. It hurts my soul to know that the hackish 'neighborliness' of Jay Leno is actually the trait that NBC most values in him, and how they're doing everything they can to sabotage Conan before his new show gets off the ground. But then NBC is the same boneheaded network that chose Leno over Letterman in 1992, so . . . basically Leno probably has some dirt on Jeffrey Zucker or something.
The Onion A.V. Club gives Quentin Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds a disappointed B-, based on its showing at Cannes.
Everything about The Sands Casino Resort in Bethlehem depresses me.
Somebody in Hollywood thought that a Cliffhanger remake was a good idea. Meanwhile, studio executives wonder why the movie business isn't doing very well anymore.
We enjoyed the Onion A.V. Club's report from the National Confectioner's Association's trade expo, or, in layman's terms, the big candy convention.
Since we're all preparing to re-read (right?) Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian, now seems like as good of a time as any to revisit B.R. Myers' "A Reader's Manifesto."
Finally, just because its awesome:
Bruce Springsteen, "Prove It All Night," Passaic NJ, 1978: