By KIM TINGLEY NOV. 14, 2018 At the Jimmy Buffett-branded community, a hint at how an increasingly long-lived species might choose to spend its extra decades. The Tech And Design Issue The Future of Aging Just Might Be in Margaritaville May A.I. Help You? 20 Americans Die Each Day Waiting for Organs. Can Pigs Save Them? Gaming Out a Chance at Motherhood — Later Prev Next At the Jimmy Buffett-branded community, a hint at how an increasingly long-lived species might choose to spend its extra decades. By KIM TINGLEYNOV. 14, 2018 Off a vacant stretch of highway in Daytona Beach, Fla., a line began to form outside the sales center for the first Latitude Margaritaville “55 and better” community. Those waiting dragged folding chairs, coolers, tents and dog-eared brochures featuring numbered sites that, in just over 24 hours, they could stake a claim to for a $10,000 deposit. The mood, shortly after 8 a.m. … [Read more...] about The Future of Aging Just Might Be in Margaritaville
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Funbag Time for your weekly edition of the Deadspin Funbag. Got something on your mind? [Email the Funbag](mailto:[email protected]). Today, we’re talking about woke Axl Rose, salt, rich assholes who exercise a lot, and more. Your letters! Pat: You have to give up one for the rest of your life: candy or alcohol? The answer has to be candy right? LOL what makes you think I haven’t already been forced to make that choice? Get to age 30 and the candy is the first vice to go, amigo. As you get older, you slowly divest yourself of all the fun things: sugar, fat, drugs, friendship, casual touch football outings, etc. Candy is right up there on the triage list, and it’s not even that big of a deal. If you rid this world of all the candy, I wouldn’t shed a fucking tear. You’d be doing my ass a favor. Candy is a goddamn scourge. Every year, I swear to myself that I won’t eat any Halloween candy, then I see a Take Five in my kid’s bag and … [Read more...] about Candy Versus Booze: Who Ya Got?!
When did the modern-day fitness movement really begin in the U.S.? Maybe our infatuation with getting in shape can be traced to when President-elect John F. Kennedy published an article in Sports Illustrated titled “The Soft American,” urging “the United States to move forward with a national program to improve the fitness of all Americans.” Or perhaps in 1982, when Jane Fonda donned Spandex and leggings and released the first of her best-selling workout videos. Cynics might cite the first time athletes gobbled down blue Dianabol pills, the first “mainstream” steroid, back in the 1950s. Another candidate: That day in 1965 when Joe Gold, a crusty Merchant Marine from East Los Angeles, opened a workout space for hardcore weightlifters and bodybuilders on a desolate street in Venice Beach. The original Gold’s Gym was a squat sweatbox that Joe and a few of his pals built from cinder blocks. Gold himself crafted the equipment that he and his … [Read more...] about Sex, Steroids, And Arnold: The Gym That Shaped America
‘Rode hard and put away wet’ seems to be an apt description of today’s Nice Price or Crack Pipe FJ80. You’ll have to have to decide if its price makes the somewhat rough appearance excusable. You know, if instead of all-things-auto, this confluence of crazies focused exclusively on the products of Japan’s second largest automaker we would most likely be known as ‘Nismodo.’ Of course we don’t and so we’re not. Nope, Jalopnik it is, although in consolation we did look yesterday at a 2013 Nissan 370Z Nismo. That sports car was eerily similar in both form and and function to the BMW coupe that came just a day before, and at $27,995 it was in spitting distance of the Bimmer’s asking. Just like Tuesday’s Z4, it went down, although in the case of the Z with a slightly less atrocious 63-percent Crack Pipe vote. The more things change, the more they stay sorta the same. One thing that always seems a constant is the fact that the … [Read more...] about At $2,950, This 1991 Toyota Land Cruiser Could Have You Cruising The Land In No Time.
I’m not a gearhead, nor would I ever be mistaken for one. But this past February, I went to a monster truck rally with my wife and 3-year-old son Michael. We all loved it. A lot. Thanks to fatherhood, Michael’s interests have become my interests. Once upon a time, my likes and dislikes were my own. But now, with less time to myself, watching my son enjoy his hobbies constitutes its own enjoyment. And cars—diecast metal cars, remote cars, car cartoons, car-decorated clothing, sports cars we pass on the highway—make him the happiest. One of his favorite toys is a car that he takes apart and reassembles with a toddler-sized screwdriver. He even has a book on how a combustion engine works; he doesn’t understand it when we read it to him, but he still asks us to read it. He’s intrigued by the intricacy of the mechanism, and he traces his fingers over the different diagrams. His fascination with monster trucks arose from his fondness for Pixar’s Cars … [Read more...] about I Loved My First Monster Truck Rally