“The most unusual appli­ca­tion of the O death [where is thy sting?] sen­tence arose out of a naming coin­ci­dence. A report on the 1994 Gram­mys focused on a well-​known pop singer. The head­line ran: Mock­ery, where is thy Sting?: Gordon Sumner, caus­ing a buzz at the Gram­mys. The pun has since been used sev­eral times. It evi­dently proved irre­sistible in 2007 when Sting’s group, Police, had a reunion. One reviewer, it seems, found the occa­sion unin­spir­ing: Sting, where is thy sting?”—David Crys­tal, Begat

Via Abu Muqawama, amaz­ing footage from a Nor­we­gian jour­nal­ist who embed­ded with the Taliban:

Black Helmet is a DJ who knows how to make people move.  All I can say is he spins records that have a ton of soul, and that he makes me think of a pas­sion­ate chemist having an excel­lent time with his beakers up there.  Damn.

What I mean to say is that  tomor­row night (Thurs­day, 8/26) Black Helmet will hit the decks after I read from Poems and Fake Book Reviews.  So come on out to Veron­ica People’s Club, at 105 Franklin Street in Green­point Brooklyn.  Your clos­est sta­tion stop is the G at Green­point Ave, but I have heard about people who take the L to Bed­ford and then walk.  What­ever you want!

Happy hour ends at 8.  I’ll read around 9.  Black Helmet will hold it down from 9:30 on.  Cel­e­brate the birth of depress!

And check out this hilarious poster that Black Helmet made for the event.