Now, this is more like it. On Monday, we discussed the slow-rolling nullification crisis being inflamed by various Republican governors, notably Greg Abbott in Texas, who is turning sections of the Rio Grande into a reasonable facsimile of the Falls Road in Belfast circa 1969. This is not the way we do things in this country. Immigration is the exclusive prerogative of the national government. (Even Abbott recognizes this obliquely when he says he's resorting to inhumanity to protect the nation from invasion.) And, finally, the national government is kicking back. |
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"I think when you see it, it's so f*cking powerful," says Cillian Murphy. But not everyone agrees. |
| Fifty years into music's most competitive genre, Mitchell S. Jackson weighs in on what it takes to be, as it's said, top five, dead or alive. |
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Word to everything, I never felt anything like it, not a single analogue in all my days on earth: the intense shift in temperature that happened when I walked out of a well air-conditioned terminal at Sky Harbor Airport into the sweltering, stifling, car-fumed inferno of Phoenix. It was flagrance that slapped my face like an open palm. Heat that felt extraterrestrial or at least dystopic. Heat that was itself an unwelcoming. Just how hot was it? On the real, I never checked, but I didn't have to, for my brief empirical research confirmed it was dangerous, dangerous, mortal. That was last Sunday, a day when Phoenix reached 115 degrees. |
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Nike's ACG trail shorts make hot, humid, horrible weather feel downright bearable. |
| Astorflex's Patnoflex loafers really are flexible—in more ways than one. |
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The year is 2051. It turns out that some of our needs haven't changed: sodas, smokes, chips, and drugs. But the drugs have different names. Fancy any Tuner? Gunk? Maybe even some hard-to-find Panic? (Be careful with that one.) Well, Felix and Louie have you covered. It's all available from a ramshackle wooden stand—located at a nondescript corner in Los Angeles—where the pair toil away. While the drugs fell into the guys' laps, they may just provide enough of a monetary windfall for Louie to finally get a ticket to visit Mars. That's the scenario envisioned in the short film Head High, from the absurdly creative minds behind Paris Texas—the experimental hip-hop duo of the pseudonymous Louie Pastel and Felix. Along with the film, the group has recently turned out a string of music videos: "PANIC!!!," "BULLET MAN," "Everybody's Safe Until…" and the new "DnD," which paint a backdrop of the dystopian world in which Mars takes place. All of it has led up to last week's release of the main event: one of the most anticipated records of the year. MID AIR, the first full-length album from Paris Texas, delivers 16 tracks that thrillingly throw genre caution to the wind, as astute rap bars meet electropunk, drum 'n' bass, hard rock riffage, buzzing synths, funky breaks, alt-rock melodics and more. |
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