Daily Office: Tuesday
¶ Matins: “Asian flair” — wo-men bu savons shemma. At The Bygone Bureau, Darryl Campbell writes about the persistence of a culinary phenomenon that we really thought was dead. But then we don’t want television.
¶ Lauds: At WSJ, Eric Felten puts conductor Leonard Slatkin’s unconscionable indiscretions to good use.
¶ Prime: Just when we thought that Michael Lewis had made everything perfectly clear, along comes Magnetar, the very successful hedge fund that made sure that no trader’s shot glass was empty. (Felix Salmon)
¶ Tierce: It sounds like Nunsense 1.01. If you think that no one will ever know that you bought your (counterfeit) Gucci bag at a table on 86th Street, you’re wrong, because you will. (Not Exactly Rocket Science; via The Morning News)
¶ Sext: At WSJ, Eric Felten puts conductor Leonard Slatkin’s unconscionable indiscretions to good use.
¶ Nones: What happened in Kyrgyzstan, anyway? Was Russia possibly behind the ouster of president Kurmanbek Bakiyev? David Trilling lays it out in two crisp pages. (Foreign Affairs)
¶ Vespers: Books don’t always furnish a room; sometimes, they litter it. Maud Newton appeals to publishers to send her ebooks.
¶ Compline: Thanks to Michael Idov, we now know what a hipster Hasid will look like: Baruch Herzfeld, proprietor of the Treyf Bike Gesheft. (New York Magazine; via MetaFilter)