A couple of hours after the Boston Red Sox, who finished last in their division in 2012, beat the St. Louis Cardinals to win the World Series on Wednesday night, BuzzFeed's sports verticle predictably posted a photo listicle titled "Boston’s World Series Run In 43 Photographs." I found it incredibly boring—and that's coming from someone who grew up in Massachusetts.
The Washington Post issued a correction in Wednesday's print edition that has newspaper nerds in ecstasy. It reads:
The New York Times ran a lengthy piece in Wednesday’s edition generously titled “Obama’s Uncertain Path Amid Syria Bloodshed,” about the president’s waffling about what to do, if anything, about the conflict there.
In a blog post Sunday, the Department of Health and Human Services acknowledged “difficulties” since the launch of Healthcare.gov—the national healthcare-exchange site for Americans not living in states that set up their own exchanges—and promised a “tech surge” to solve the site’s problems. How deadly serious and uncompromisingly aggressive that sounds!
Grover Norquist, president of Americans for Tax Reform, had lunch with The New Republic staff on Thursday—a rather gentlemanly move, considering that our publication has not always been kind to him.
Thursday morning, hundreds of thousands of federal workers who were furloughed due to the government shutdown awoke to the amazing, awful news that they were expected back at work today because Congress had reached a deal Wednesday night to fund the government (through January 15) and raise the debt limit (through February 7). Here's how they've spent every terrible hour since then:
Emily Yoffe has managed to outrage everyone on Twitter this morning despite having written nothing about our infuriating Congress.
Was the Old American Center apathetic, intractable, and very fake?
Already this century the Nobel Peace Prize has been awarded to two American presidents and a vice president, and only one of them was worthy of it. The other two were Barack Obama and Al Gore.
You won't even notice Tom Hanks's awful Boston accent
Paul Greengrass could make the most mundane human activity—slouching in a work cubicle, napping in a hammock—feel dramatic. In the opening scene of the English director's latest frenetic film, Captain Phillips, we find the titular hero, Richard Phillips (Tom Hanks), leaning intently over a desk in his Underhill, Vermont, home—on March 28, 2009, to be exact. Phillips rifles through documents, clicks around his computer, locates his work badge, and checks his watch.