When the Mayor Swears

If you have trouble with this, you're no fun. You're a wet-blanket and a prude who denies the reality of today's vernacular. Or so some think. Said the mayor of LA after the USA win:

Well, it reflected them, but it didn't repeat them. Almost as if the Official Twitter Account thought hmmm, standards for public discourse, right? So, initials. Totally scientific poll on the CBS website:

MOVIES Teller, of Penn and renown, defends "The Towering Inferno." (Source: The Dissolve.) He thinks it's well-written and compelling. There are times I almost agree and times I think no, it's a flaming pile of shag that ends with a billion gallons of water dumping down on Fred Astaire and Red Buttons, but then you think: well, Steve McQueen is good. True. The theme is interesting; one of John Williams' lesser efforts, but it'll do. Google it if you're curious.

Related: why isn't Steven Seagal in the Expendables? Follow-up question: why does anyone think he should be?

YUCK Terry Richardson's work gives off a skeezy, pervy smell, and even if you didn't know the stories detailed in the recent New York magazine cover you'd suspect something was ooky about the guy. Jezebel writes about the problems with the cover story's premise, which should be obvious to anyone: "Is Terry Richardson an artist or a predator?" it asks, as if the two are mutually exclusive. As if the latter somehow excuses the former.

True, but: it would also be good if people stopped applauding "transgression" because it made them feel naughty and modern and iconoclastic, when it's the most boring default position available today.

The piece is here, and contains graphic descriptions of Richardson's behavior, so don't click if you're offended.

SCIENCE! They've identified the most abundant mineral on the planet, and what they've called it might surprise you! Although the chances of that are quite low, since you have no preconceptions about mineral nomenclature one way or the other, and are just as likely to accept "plonkenite" as "manganorsterite.

It's bridgmanite.

LIT To commemorate the immient release of "Grand Budapest Hotel" on DVD, a look at Stefan Zweig:

And with that said, I'd like to link or embed some music from the imaginary past, in the form of the "Grand Budapest Hotel" soundtrack. But it's probably not authorized, and hence pirated . . . which is a BFD.