Jack White’s newest project The Dead Weather has a new album coming out tomorrow. And this new video for it is awesome.

Classic Adam Carolla footage regarding a project that sadly was never released (not exactly safe for work):

Via Justin via the AV Club, Middlesex (the Detroit-heavy novel that I just reread last week) is going to become an HBO series:

Though considered by many to be one of the best novels of the last half-century, Jeffrey Eugenides’ Middlesex was seen as too sprawling and difficult for a film adaptation. Now, HBO is prepping a more relaxed, one-hour drama series based on the book, which will presumably allow a more relaxed unfurling of Eugenides’ magnum opus, as well as the certainty of new scenes and characters extrapolated from the source. The adventures of Callie Stephanides, a hermaphrodite coming to terms with her family history and sexual identity in a Detroit suburb, should make for compelling viewing in the right hands. Those hands? American playwright and Yale literature professor Donald Margulies, who won a Pulitzer Prize in 2000 for his play Dinner With Friends. Rita Wilson will serve as Executive Producer.

The Michigan film industry subsidies couldn’t have hurt.

I’m back.

From Simmons’ twitter:

Statement from Pistons to fans: “Look, any time you can tank a season for the chance to spend $95 mill on 2 non-AllStars, you gotta do it.”

Back to Boston tomorrow.

Realization: the biggest loser in the decision to move Conan to 11:30 is the television viewer in the post-Kimmel 1:00 to 1:35 range. All the funny people in the world and we have to watch Fallon v. Ferguson?

I’m going to the midwest this afternoon, posting will be exceedingly light for the next week.

Speaking of Detroit, Finale’s Heat:

(”Underground like I’m speaking through a manhole/with muscle big enough to start a Barry Bonds scandal.”)

This should be an Ohio tourism advert to rival Michigan’s Tim Allen campaign.

The discussion started with the South African soccer horns, now on to the female tennis grunting.

Anybody watch the pilot episode of Hung on HBO tonight? It’s about a well-endowed metro Detroit teacher who attempts to supplement his income and turn his life around by selling himself.

Speaking of Detroit, the cover of the NYT magazine promised to unveil “G.M., Detroit and the Fall of the Black Middle Class.” But the eleven webpages of content was basically the story of one autoworker who’s leaning on his faith and hoping for the best.

The whole thing is conceptually muddy, starting with this:

When we talk about what the end of the U.S. auto industry will mean to thousands of autoworkers, we tend to have a specific image of that worker in mind: He’s a conservative white Democrat who lives in suburban Detroit, hangs out in his local union hall, belongs to a bowling league and owns a hunting cabin in the Upper Peninsula. This is the iconic American autoworker. In fact, as much as a fifth of the industry’s work force is African-American.

That’s the icon we all talk about?