ROGER THAT, RABBIT!

Let me take you back, way back. Let me introduce you to Xan Brooks.  

“Xan Brooks is an editor for The Guardian who was tasked with what would appear to be a pleasant two-week assignment: Live blogging Wimbledon. Then Isner-Mahut happened. Come join him on his descent into hell.”

The game started at 11 AM. Here he is 9 1/2 hours later:

8.40pm: It’s 56 games all and darkness is falling. This, needless to say, is not a good development, because everybody knows that zombies like the dark. So far in this match they’ve been comparatively puny and manageable, only eating a few of the spectators in between bashing their serves.

But come night-fall the world is their oyster. They will play on, play on, right through until dawn. Perhaps they will even leave the court during the change-overs to munch on other people. Has Roger Federer left the grounds? Perhaps they will munch on him, hounding him down as he runs for his car, disembowelling him in the parking lot and leaving Wimbledon without its reigning champion. Maybe they will even eat the trophy too.

Growing darker, darker all the while.

As one of the commenters exalts, best live blog *ever*.

I save lives.

Emily Dickinson in a factory, with Ezra Pound on a leash.

From a fine series of Emily Dickinson portraits by a friend thrice removed. 

Don’t act like you don’t want it. 

I’m 99% sure you’ve consumed this already, but why not keep the link handy, right? Plus we can immortalize (iwwwortalize?) Mr. Larkin and his adroit response to questions about his writing process. 

and one hundred years later..

From Everyone Forever Now, an on-going video series by the folks that produced the Words video below. This one’s better. The ‘quickened’ aspect is strangely satisfying; it taps into some human desire to condense.

I didn’t understand what was going on until 1:40. 

From the Words episode of Radiolab.