Cook: The monk and the wrestler
Before he lived alone in a hut in an English forest, speaking to no one for an entire year, Randy Weinberg, blue eyes the color of the sky, was a wrestler. A very, very good one.
Before he lived alone in a hut in an English forest, speaking to no one for an entire year, Randy Weinberg, blue eyes the color of the sky, was a wrestler. A very, very good one.
The way we get our food - especially our meat - is the most important system in America. There's no other system so deeply affecting us that we're so enormously ignorant of. No other system. Not one.

It's TCAP time in Tennessee, when prepubescent kids - chocolate milk stains on their shirts and stubby No. 2 pencils clutched tightly in their grip - spend hours and hours bubbling in question after standardized question.
Need something to feel good about? A double espresso of pick-me-up joy amidst the doom-and-gloom headlines?
Monday night, several hours after the Boston Marathon attack, the governor of Massachusetts held a nationally televised news conference.

Reason No. 1,352 that Chattanooga is good and becoming great?

A marathon is 26 miles of life and many attempts at outrunning death.
For years, our city has been making headlines near and far. Best outdoor city. VW. The Gig and 21st century tech-entrepreneurship. Downtown. Known across the land for this. Or that.
The other day, I watched my kids tinker with the family iPad. Sliding their sticky fingers left and right on the screen - like working the eye slot on some old speakeasy door - they did the work of gods.
Can a stadium win best supporting actor?