From The New Yorker, James Suroweicki's Caveat Mortgagor was, like so many other well-informed articles on the economy, both interesting and depressing.
All things considered, Steve Martin's parody of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean video has aged pretty well.
The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, for the worst first sentence to a fictional story that doesn't actually exist, is absolutely hilarious. I would like to thank Ellen at Wormbook for calling my attention to Eric Rice's entry, which won first place in the "Detective" category:
She walked into my office on legs as long as one of those long-legged birds that you see in Florida - the pink ones, not the white ones - except that she was standing on both of them, not just one of them, like those birds, the pink ones, and she wasn't wearing pink, but I knew right away that she was trouble, which those birds usually aren't.
The Onion A.V. Club's round-robin reflections on the life and music of Michael Jackson was really heart-felt and well done. My own personal memories of Michael Jackson are very similar to Zack Handlen's - I remember watching the world premiere of the Black or White video with my parents after an episode of the Simpsons. We all loved it, then became increasingly freaked out by the crotch-grabbing and windshield-smashing that followed it, until eventually my father turned it off. When Michael was in his prime, nobody's music was more fun to listen to. A lot of artists struggle with personal problems, but unlike Woody Allen or Eric Clapton, Jackson's personal problems never seemed to inform or deepen his artistic production, they just made him and his work more disturbing and opague.
And, finally, just because its awesome:
The National - "Apartment Story"
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