Friday links! Look upon me edition

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There is so little Combat! blog today, because I am in the New York Times Magazine doing what I do best: complaining. Check out Letter of Complaint: Cards Against Humanity, the first contribution to a new, recurring feature whose future installments will be written by people more competent than me. Today, though, I am in the Times, and so I must spend all day in a tight reward/conditioning cycle with my phone. While I refresh Twitter, how about you read this rebuttal to my piece by your boy Jeremy Gordon, who is smart and friendly. I mostly agree with him that the social value of the game is great, and that’s what makes it so awful to object. We’ll be back Monday with a top hat and a monocle, probably.

 

Thursday in the Indy: lamenting debates, loving Young Thug

Atlanta rapper and Rimbaud-esqse deranger of the senses Young Thug

Atlanta rapper and Rimbaud-esqse deranger of the senses Young Thug

People ask me why I’m not more widely read, and I ask them if they read my essay about a rap mixtape that uses the word “spondee” and alludes to Ezra Pound. The Missoula Independent is a fine publication with extremely forgiving editors. This week I’m in there twice: once to wonder with mounting terror in my voice whether Trump’s nihilistic debate performance will affect his candidacy, and once to heap praise on Young Thug. Have you heard Jeffery, the mixtape I refuse to stop talking about? You should listen to that and spend all your time thinking about it. I assure you it’s more pleasant than wondering whether an obviously vapid rich man will lure our democracy into suicide by nostalgia. But, uh, be sure to read the column anyway. Then share it with your friends on Facebook or, if your friends still have hair, Twitter. People ask me why I’m not more widely read, and I say it’s their fault. We’ll be back tomorrow with Friday links!

 

 

Friday links! Festival of the Book edition

We have fired the intern responsible for entering "Festival of the Wookie" into the calendar.

The intern responsible for entering “Festival of the Wookie” into the calendar is fired.

I’m wearing a cardigan with patches on the elbows. Maybe your elbows go unpatched, because you are one of those fortunate people who just don’t care how they look. But my image is my livelihood, so when I materialize at a Festival of the Book event, I materialize correct. This morning circa 11am at Radius Gallery, miracle geniuses Chad Dundas and Ben Fowlkes will hold forth on the craft of sportswriting. You can bet I’ll be there, making their patch-elbowed cardigans look like drapes of shit with my sick piece.

I’ll humble the plebes today, and then I’ll check out Sarah Aswell on the working mothers panel at 2pm tomorrow, in Garden City Ballroom C at the Holiday Inn. It’s not just a great place to meet women with jobs. It’s a chance to hear from a veteran freelancer with the stage presence to make her advice interesting. I’m not going to fuck with her cardigan game, either.

Anyway, I gotta go. You stay here and listen to this song on repeat until death sets you free, or go to the Festival of the Book. It’s your life—do as you wish.

 

Home prices make Missoula a great place to charge other people to live

A $399,000 home in Missoula, MT.

A $399,000 home in Missoula, MT.

The median price of a home in beautiful Missoula, Montana has gone up $53,000 since 2011 and now sits at a quarter million dollars. Meanwhile, median household income holds steady at $47,029. On a 20-year mortgage, the median household must pay 38 percent of its income to live in the median house. On a 30-year mortgage, they pay almost exactly 30 percent. Renters, whose median incomes are much lower, can put 30 percent toward mortgage payments and get a $145,935 loan. There are currently 25 homes listed on Missoula Trulia below that price. Eight of them are auctions.

Missoula has a housing shortage, and it’s working on a permanent underclass. Now that home prices have reached a record high despite low wages, Missoula has become the perfect place to charge other people to live. Whether you sell your house to Californians or put it on our four-percent-vacancy rental market, you’ll find there’s no better place to own a home you don’t live in.

If you insist on living in your house, the all-time high property taxes that happen to coincide with all-time-high home values and all-time-same wages make the deal less sweet. But we can’t have everything. In fact most of us can have very little, and houses aren’t on the list. You can read all about it in this week’s column for the Missoula Independent, which has already won me free attacks on my character from realtors. I’ll match honesties with any motherfucker in a red jacket, anytime.

I finished it

I'll show you the life of the mind.

I’ll show you the life of the mind.

In most ways, I am like Barton Fink: cranky, self-involved, inclined to procrastinate, beset by friendly strangers and kind of jewy. But unlike Barton, I make deadline. In January, I set out to write a comic novel based on the characters in this stupid blog post. In June, I planned to finish a first draft by the end of the summer. The goddamn thing went off to Write Club about an hour ago, as the temperature dropped and it started to rain. I just finished the first draft of a novel. It is exactly 250 pages long, and it sucks. But the hard part is done. A chill is on the breeze. College football starts tomorrow. Today is Friday, and summer is over. Won’t you take the rest of the day off with me?