Moving Dirt: The Selvedge Yard digs up a 1971 Sports Illustrated story on Steve McQueen and his dirt-biking alter ego Harvey Mushman. [TSY]
RIP, Steve Sabol: Remembering the late NFL Films president. NFL Crunch Course was a game changer. [Deadspin]
Uneasy Money: The question at the core of Facebook’s future success: Can it possibly build a business model that isn’t inherently creepy? [The Atlantic]
Getting Beard: In case you weren’t aware, the European Beard and Mustache Championship happened this past weekend. Luckily The Telegraph was on hand to photograph it in all of its bristly glory. [Telegraph]
Pants Don’t Lie: Put This On explains the three-tiered hierarchy of chinos. Study up. [PTO]
It’s Just the Tits: It seems The New Yorker has pushed Facebook’s limits of decency with their latest cartoon—they’re calling it “Nipplegate.” [New Yorker]
Barry F-bama: A glorious soundboard of Barack Obama reciting the colorful language of a schoolmate. Use this only for good (and prank-calling that right-wing roommate of yours from freshman year). [Regretsy]
Karl and Aziz: Refinery29 catches up with Aziz Ansari during Fashion Week to talk dinner jackets and a reality show with Herr Lagerfeld. [R29]
KLM is currently testing a program called Meet and Seat that lets you see the Facebook or LinkedIn profile of your fellow passengers before choosing a seat. The idea is that you’ll scan the crowd for like-minded souls and choose your conversation partner accordingly. It’s a good deal if you don’t want to be stuck with a talkative “management specialist”—but we can’t help thinking something’s been lost. Specifically, that rare, unexpected bond between strangers...
You’ve got friends and colleagues and acquaintances. And thanks to Facebook, you’ve probably got a pretty accurate count of each one. But when the time comes to confide, to spill a personal secret to someone you trust implicitly... you may be coming up short.
According to a recent Cornell study, the average American makes do with only two “confidants”—down from three in 1985—and as we scan our own contact list, we have to admit that’s about right. We’ve got double the personal network of the last generation, but it’s only half as deep—but it’s not too late to dust it off...