High-res imwithkanye: The Proust Smackdown: Clooney vs. Craig vs. Damon! Hollywood’s three most outspoken leading men fill out Vanity Fair’s Proust Questionnaire. Check out a few answers from the February issue. [Cover] George Clooney: If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be? My dog — he lives better. Matt Damon: When and where were you happiest? In our bed, making our children, and in the hospital watching them being born. Daniel Craig: What is your most treasured possession? Apart from my penis and my health?

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The Proust Smackdown: Clooney vs. Craig vs. Damon! Hollywood’s three most outspoken leading men fill out Vanity Fair’s Proust Questionnaire. Check out a few answers from the February issue. [Cover]

George Clooney:

If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be? My dog — he lives better.

Matt Damon:

When and where were you happiest? In our bed, making our children, and in the hospital watching them being born.

Daniel Craig:

What is your most treasured possession? Apart from my penis and my health?

High-res vanityfair: Without a doubt, this is our favorite freewheeling photograph of the late, great Christopher Hitchens, whose passing we can barely comprehend. So we turn to the words of Graydon Carter, who writes of this image in his touching memoriam: “I once sent him out on a mission to break the most niggling laws still on the books in New York City. One such decree forbade riding a bicycle with your feet off the pedals. The photograph that ran with the column, of Christopher sailing a small bike through Central Park with his legs in the air, looked like something out of the Moscow Circus.” Photograph by Christian Witkin.

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Without a doubt, this is our favorite freewheeling photograph of the late, great Christopher Hitchens, whose passing we can barely comprehend. So we turn to the words of Graydon Carter, who writes of this image in his touching memoriam:

“I once sent him out on a mission to break the most niggling laws still on the books in New York City. One such decree forbade riding a bicycle with your feet off the pedals. The photograph that ran with the column, of Christopher sailing a small bike through Central Park with his legs in the air, looked like something out of the Moscow Circus.”

Photograph by Christian Witkin.

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longreads: More people now recognized the Winklevosses as either themselves or a recently cloned Armie Hammer, and Felipe assumed the proprietary grandeur of a Victorian circus impresario before some engagingly deformed beast. “These are the ones who came up with the idea for the Facebook, but had it stolen from them,” he explained to one and all, in Spanish. “But don’t ask them that. If you do, they might get offended.” The Mexican soccer team defeated America 4–2, a victory sweetened by the presence of a compound American marvel, Harvard-pedigreed, Hollywood-certified, flesh-made-celluloid, celluloid-made-flesh. They signed autographs, received party invitations, and posed for iPhone pictures with locals who examined the photos as soon as they got their phones back, finger-zooming in and out with awe of self, child-like, fleetingly possessed of the primitive wonder which ascribes photography directly to magic, and once inspired fear of Xerox machines, and keeps the millions wondering why they can’t stop staring at a Web site whose greatest debt will always be to Pavlov. “The Code of the Winklevii.” — Dana Vachon, Vanity Fair See #longreads about Facebook

longreads:

More people now recognized the Winklevosses as either themselves or a recently cloned Armie Hammer, and Felipe assumed the proprietary grandeur of a Victorian circus impresario before some engagingly deformed beast. “These are the ones who came up with the idea for the Facebook, but had it stolen from them,” he explained to one and all, in Spanish. “But don’t ask them that. If you do, they might get offended.”

The Mexican soccer team defeated America 4–2, a victory sweetened by the presence of a compound American marvel, Harvard-pedigreed, Hollywood-certified, flesh-made-celluloid, celluloid-made-flesh. They signed autographs, received party invitations, and posed for iPhone pictures with locals who examined the photos as soon as they got their phones back, finger-zooming in and out with awe of self, child-like, fleetingly possessed of the primitive wonder which ascribes photography directly to magic, and once inspired fear of Xerox machines, and keeps the millions wondering why they can’t stop staring at a Web site whose greatest debt will always be to Pavlov.

“The Code of the Winklevii.” — Dana Vachon, Vanity Fair

See #longreads about Facebook

“Liberal Source in Palin Vanity Fair Profile Blasts Reporter:

“Shame on you.You’re Not A Writer, You’re A Climber”

Mr. Michael Gross, You just “Sarah Palined” people here. I’m going through a list doing damage control and telling people I’m so sorry I gave you their contacts and vouched for your professionalism and credibility. You have neither. - Email sent to Vanity Fair’s, Micheal Gross”

David Weigel - continue reading… Slate

“It used to be there was a kind of rhythm to the day” with the tempo picking up after the markets closed and as newspaper deadlines approached, between four and seven P.M. “That’s gone.” - Larry Summers, who served as Clinton’s Treasury secretary

And, according to Rahm Emanuel, C.I.A. director Leon Panetta thinks “it’s a huge problem” that Washington runs at such “a highly caffeinated speed.”

Emanuel calls it “Fucknutsville.”

Washington We Have A Problem - Todd S. Purdum Asks, Can Washington Be Fixed?

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