OZY Daily Dose

For at least a month, I'd been finding my asshole garbage cans all the way at the end of my street every garbage day after collection. I knew it wasn't the wind because the recycling containers were still on my lawn, as were the lids to the cans. I began to suspect foul play.Turns out I was right. It was garbage day a few weeks later. I was in my garage futzing around as I heard the sound of the garbage truck stopping in front of my place.

When OZY recently put former NFL football player Colin Kaepernick’s image atop an email from our managing editor promoting the upcoming season of our history podcast The Thread — about the history of nonviolence protests leading up to and emanating from Martin Luther King Jr. — we received a number of responses from readers who were not thrilled with the juxtaposition of the two men. “MLK = Real rights for all U.S.

This Spanish DJ performs with ’80s portable audio machines and cassettes. Why? Because he says the sound is better. Look closely at this DJ playing music at a friend’s wedding party in Huesca, in Spain’s Aragon region, and you’ll see something curious. He has all the moves of a music-mixing machine: hunched with headphones, finding the next track to play to the dancing crowd. But something is missing: There are no turntables, no vinyl in sight.

Being as patient and intelligent as you are, you waited to conduct your annual fantasy football draft this week. Good move. The preseason gamut has run its course, and now you're ready to rip. Besides offering protection from the always devastating preseason injury (R.I.P., Marqise Lee), early September is a fantasy nerd's dream thanks to the totality of data available.

Relaxed “sha-la-las” float above the throwback synth and rhythmic handclaps. The cowbell comes in loud and clear. Cue the instrumental interlude. Andrés Jaime taps one foot, jiving to the music as he slams down notes on the keyboard. Jaime is laying down his original, ’80s-infused tracks, but the tiny, slim-cut-jeans-wearing DJ from Mexico was born in 1996.

John McLaughlin is the former deputy director of the CIA. He writes a regular column on OZY called “Global Eye: Foreign Affairs Through an Intelligence Lens,” and teaches at the Johns Hopkins University’s School of Advanced International Studies (SAIS). The Trump administration has brought an unprecedented level of confusion and uncertainty to American counter-proliferation policy.

Because a certain type of person is fooled 100 percent of the time. I speed up the empty turnpike but still arrive 30 minutes late. I show ID to the complex guard; he makes a call, opens the gate. Good thing I was tardy. The driveway is full of cars, and I’d hate to be blocked in. I knock. A squirrelly kid, maybe 19 years old, opens the door. “You’re late,” he informs me. “But you can come in.

Dre'Mont Jones never boxed, even though his father, middleweight Sanderline Williams, debuted in 1982 and fought the likes of James Toney and Iran Barkley during his 40 bouts. "I liked my face too much," Jones says. He played football at St. Ignatius High in Cleveland, but his primary sport was basketball - until, that is, he tore his ACL in March of his senior year while chasing "hoop dreams" as a power forward.

Thinking of the perfect comebacktoo latestruck in spades and then there’s this: Jack Black is a line stepper. There’s nothing about Jack Black that I shouldn’t love. That puckish sprite’s thoroughly realized performances in fine motion pictures from Kung Fu Panda to, well, Kung Fu Panda: The Secrets of the Furious Five, along with his mock musical outings with Tenacious D and his work on Mr. Show, should have been enough for me.

I felt I'd finally reached a point in my teaching career where I was more than a few steps ahead of my students. Then, in 2004, I met Merzudin, a sophomore in my English class. The class was small, and the students seemed eager to learn. All of them, that is, except Merzudin.Merzudin stood over 6 feet tall and towered over most sophomores. He'd put his head on the desk and frequently fall asleep. He didn't seem to be paying attention.