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Do you have any plans for Monday, April 8 at around, oh, 3:23pm? Forget work: A solar eclipse is coming to upstate New York, and we’re only about two hours away from its path of totality. What’s a path of totality? Why is it a big deal? Those answers and many more, here: A solar eclipse—when the moon passes in front of the sun either totally or partially—will happen in North America on the afternoon of Monday, April 8, 2024.

During my errant youth, which is right around the time humans invented fire and the wheel, I used to debase my tastebuds with gallons of Diet Coke. I drank it in the morning on an empty stomach. I drank it before and after my workouts. I drank it with (stop and marvel at the irony) my fettucine alfredo, which pretty much napalmed my innards. If you’ve seen what that stuff does to a car battery, you know it ain’t playin’.

Hey, kid, come closer. I have a secret to tell you. I warn you now, it’s going to sound beaver-shit crazy. It’s going to blow up everything you think about a film you quite possibly love. But I’m ready to back up my theory, and if I’m right — hell, even if I’m wrong — it might teach you a thing or two about reconsidering films you already thought you knew everything about.

“If you love the guy, set him free. If he comes back, it was meant to be.” — a 27-year-old Bulls fan at Oz Park, Lincoln Park, October 6, 1993 In 1993, Monica Seles was stabbed on the court by a spectator. Arthur Ashe died of AIDS, Jim Valvano of cancer. One NBA All-Star and one All-NBA selection died, as did two pitchers for the Cleveland Indians. The entire Zambia national football team perished in a plane crash.

Before I dive into today’s post, I want to show you a photo of what my pies used to look like just a few years ago: Fast-forward several year and many pies later and these days my pies are pretty consistently looking like this: I’ve made a lot of pie crusts in my life, but only after many, many less-than-ideal attempts have I finally come to understand some key factors behind consistently great pie crust that’s tender yet flaky, rolls easily, and crimps beautifully, with no soggy bottoms to be found.

Last week’s Threadable reading* consisted of two documents: The original Charter of the Forest, a companion document to the Magna Carta, signed in 1217 by the regent for King Henry III and reaffirmed by Henry III in 1225; and Two excerpts from Pace University law professor Nicholas A. Robinson’s book chapter “The Charter of the Forest: Evolving Human Rights in Nature” (Part I: Introduction: The Forest Charter in a Nutshell, starting on page 317; and Part IV: Substantive Provisions of the Forest Charter, starting on page 339)

These banners get worse and worse. Anyway, this one features two of our AI-generated Ewoks against a copyright-free photo of Muir Woods by Billy Huynh. Thanks, Billy! You’re really talented and your work is gorgeous. Also, the film’s title does not contain an exclamation point, but it should. The B in “battle” should be capitalised. It isn’t. Life is short; let’s go get a cinnamon roll. And talk about this weird-ass movie.

Legendary combat sports commentator, Mike Goldberg, spent nearly two decades with the UFC, starting in 1997 and making his exit in 2016. He then spent about four-years as a voice for Bellator MMA from 2017 to 2021. Now, the one they call ‘Goldie’ is commentating some bare knuckle at BYB Extreme 23 on January 18th, which is a Thursday show. Before sitting Trigon-side, Mike Goldberg caught up with Bloody Elbow for an interview.

In addition to Carly’s choices, I’d like to throw Pete’s Blue Chip in the ring! -Katherine By Carly Weaver I am forever on the hunt for THE breakfast burrito. Luckily, I live in one of the best possible cities to find it.  In Los Angeles, breakfast burritos are aplenty. From Pasadena to Redondo Beach, this city doesn’t just have options — it’s got good ones. Meat-packed or veggie-forward, loaded with refried beans or full of crispy tots, spicy and savory or smoky and sweet.