And now, a word about blog housekeeping...
Starting today and continuing through most of June, I'm taking Slate's "Fresca fellowship" -- the once-a-year rumspringa during which us Slate-sters write long-form pieces. My colleagues have turned out head-spinningly great pieces about missing hackers, lab mice, gay bars, and the data behind America's burgeoning economic inequality.
I usually write about politics. My fresca has nothing to do with any of that. For the next month, I'm reporting on arguably the least-loved movement in pop music history -- the progressive rock era of the late 1960s and early 1970s. Instead of covering the Texas and California primaries or the coming congressional showdown over student loans, I will be paging back through rock mags and lit of the 1970s, and talking to the artists who made temporarily-popular music that embodied trends and ambitions that other artists had to destroy.
What this means for you: The "Weigel" blog will temporarily morph into a place for some guest-bloggers to report and muse on politics. First up: Slate's path-breaking science-of-politics reporter Sasha Issenberg, and Jeremy Stahl, author of one of my favorite frescas -- a study of the 9/11 Truth movement's decline. Treat them well. I'll return to this space at the end of June, right before Mitt Romney picks Donald Trump as a running mate.
TODAY IN SLATE
Blacks Don’t Have a Corporal Punishment Problem
Americans do. But when blacks exhibit the same behaviors as others, it becomes part of a greater black pathology.
I Bought the Huge iPhone. I’m Already Thinking of Returning It.
Scotland Is Just the Beginning. Expect More Political Earthquakes in Europe.
Lifetime Didn’t Think the Steubenville Rape Case Was Dramatic Enough
So they added a little self-immolation.
Two Damn Good, Very Different Movies About Soldiers Returning From War
The Most Terrifying Thing About Ebola
The disease threatens humanity by preying on humanity.