One could spend a lifetime trying to decipher the codes of L.A.’s myriad cultural hubs and not come close to scratching the surface. The superficiality of Hollywood provides a dominant myth for the rest of the world to latch on to in prescribing the L.A. condition, but there is no one true Los Angeles. Perhaps the closest we’ve ever gotten to finding that core is the vision of L.A. through the eyes, ears, and stomach of Jonathan Gold.
But that’s taking into account only one biological process that goes into eating hot chicken. As an imaginary fire envelops the senses, the body processes the fact that you’re eating some of the best fried chicken in the country. “Palatable foods are working on similar reward centers in the brain [compared to drugs like cocaine, amphetamine, and heroin],” said Matthew Young, a neuroscientist who spent three years researching the effects of MDMA at Emory University. “That’s what makes us like certain foods more than others.” The pleasure and pain of hot chicken comes in layers — in waves. It is a simple dish, but what it inspires in the body is as multivalent as a designer drug.
NBA Injury Report: Danny Chau, Lil B, and Dead Babies
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It’s a miracle, that face. He’s never not looking like he’s crying. Even at its most tame, his face has the distinct mark of a post-sob afterglow. It’s something that has probably been with him since childhood. It’s a face that should be on posters and distributed to new parents. We’ve all been given the “If you keep making that face, it’ll stay that way” warning as kids. Finally, we have Randolph as the human face to an apparently very real affliction.
Every single one of his possessions had me on the floor, overwhelmed with pride and unfiltered elation. I’d never screamed so loud, and it’d been a long time since a single game moved me to tears. Whether it’s been officially bestowed upon him or not, Jeremy Lin carries the hopes and dreams of entire Asian generations on his shoulders. I struggle to think of another moment where we as a community had been so proud of who we are.
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From my weekly "Five on One" feature at SportsFeat
The 5 is a simple set of five either/or questions. Guests can answer them however they wish.
Chick-fil-A Chick-n Minis or Chick-fil-A Spicy Chicken Biscuit?
Chick-n Minis. Hands down. You won't find this kind of creativity at other fast food joints, especially for breakfast. This was a great way to make use of their already-awesome nuggets, while creating a flavor profile unlike anything else on their menu. I order them carryout, take them back to my place where I drizzle some Mike's Hot Honey right on top.
Gheorghe or Yinka?
Yinka. Gheorghe rolled with Billy Crystal and Eminem, but he wasn't in NBA Jam T.E.
Bobby Flay or Michael Symon?
Firmly opposed to everything Bobby Flay (except for Throwdown, which was charming in its innate arrogance, in how often he lost). Michael Symon takes this. He's definitely in the Laugh Hall of Fame. Top 50, easy.
Stadium Club or Fleer Metal?
Fleer Metal inspired me to pick up Photoshop when I was 10. I loved the shimmer of the cards. I loved the crazy, convoluted backgrounds. I'm a big fan of abstract art, and I'm almost positive I can attribute all of that to my brother's card collection.