Thursday Three For All
‘Tis been a few weeks since I’ve delved into the Thursday Three For All waters. That’s where I don’t contribute anything meaningful to the blogosphere, save for what I’ve been reading. Which is pretty meaningful. So here it is:
Exploding Chocolate, Poisoned Scuba Suits, and the Bulgarian Umbrella: A Survey of Strange Assassination Tech. Well this is just awesome.
Hitler himself was almost done in by an exploding briefcase planted not by a spy, but by a member of his military during a coup attempt. His press secretary said of the attack, “The German people must consider the failure of the attempt on Hitler’s life as a sign that Hitler will complete his tasks under the protection of a divine power.” [read more]
I Won’t Hire People Who Use Poor Grammar. Here’s Why. I couldn’t agree moor. (Did you see what I did there?)
If you think an apostrophe was one of the 12 disciples of Jesus, you will never work for me. If you think a semicolon is a regular colon with an identity crisis, I will not hire you. If you scatter commas into a sentence with all the discrimination of a shotgun, you might make it to the foyer before we politely escort you from the building. [read more]
A Field Guide to 20 Great Regional Sandwiches of the USA. Two words: road trip.
Many American sandwiches can only be found in one very specific location or region (or restaurant), but even those that have ventured beyond their birthplaces are generally best enjoyed in their original context. Sandwich history can be layered and complicated, but, like a good sandwich, rarely dry. American sandwiches are often surrounded by unexpected controversy, and naming the definitive version of any one of these sandwiches will almost certainly spark an argument. [read more]
