Big things were happening at Gawrker in this, the year of our Lord, 2016. While other sites had a greater volume of articles, we at Gawrker put faith in the old adage, “it’s quality, not quantity.” Here are only a few highlights from a year of “incredible” “successes.”
Welcome back, everybody. It’s time for your Week 2 ... [checks calendar] bowl season preview! (Where DOES the time go?)
Many people (as in more than one) have asked me for my favorite song, or album, or whatever, like I’m not writing a book already (update soon!). I mean geez, guys.
Here is a massive list of songs from the year that rocked! So massive!
If you were to rank the original Star Wars trilogy, your ranking would most likely have Return of the Jedi in third. That’s understandable. The film is certainly not as groundbreaking as A New Hope (which I still call just Star Wars), and it’s not as dark and foreboding as The Empire Strikes Back. It’s easy to…
As this year draws to a close, I’ve noticed one thing about the music released throughout it: R&B and Soul made a tremendous comeback.
Hell is the Absence of God is the finest story I’ve ever read. It is one of 8 stories in the collection above-named by Ted Chiang.
To be perfectly honest, without Hell is the Absence of God, I might have given the collection 4 out of 5 stars. I am in no way delusional about the impact, in the real word, of such a…
Hi everybody, today we welcome our sports loving friends at Gawrker(formerly sidespin) into the fold. Welcome to the weekly Whitenoise, Hackerspace, Groupthink, Powder Room, Odeck, Tay, Oppo, Backtalk, Clashtalk, CrossTalk, & Gawrker cross thread. What are you excited for this upcoming holiday season?
A quick update from your intrepid Beer Feels blogger: while continuing for another year to investigate the important question of which feels better: a bottle or can, I came across a novel and wonderful beverage container called — and I apologize if I’m mispronouncing this — a growler. I thought it of utmost importance…
The Polar Express. A better name would have been The Polar Depress. Because it’s depressing. And it blows.
1. His collar says, “I’m a man of honor,” but his hair says, “I fuck all night.”
There once was a young Chicago libertarian named Curtis. One day Curtis went to visit the Wicked Witch of the South Side, whose name was Ayn.
Yes, this protest is still happening amid the bullshit water cannons being sprayed at them in freezing temperatures. Over 2,000 U.S. military veterans came to create a human barrier between the protesters and law enforcement.
It’s easy to be the “contrarian tough guy” when talking about The Weeknd, but the angle doesn’t work if the music holds up. And when the first, self-titled single for his new album starts with “I’m tryin’ to put you in the worst mood,” it doesn’t.
So Sunrise Projector to get the day underway.
The ol’ “come out of retirement” trope is so fucking tired. It’s a dumb byproduct of marketing or narcissism, and it doesn’t matter which one because the results are uniform fucking failures as sure as the sun rises and sets. So two days after a disastrous election you’re reminded that the Tribe has a new album out,…
Death was inevitable. The era of the big studios owning actors, directors, and writers was coming to a close. The rise of the independent filmmaker was just beginning, and the creative freedom of the 1960s was finally starting to gel into something more concrete than useless hippie idealism. Stories were grittier,…