Key different between men's and women's tennis

The key distinction between men's and women's professional tennis? The impact of the first serve. 

With so much else so similar around the court between men and women, the raw serving power to begin the point is the dominant theme. Only 20 women reached double figures in aces for the tournament, although it must be factored in that they were playing best-of-three-sets matches instead of best-of-five. Still, 10 aces are not a lot, and 67 men were able to pull that off.

Because the serve is not quite as venomous on the women’s tour, it makes sense that the return games would flourish. The women’s tour always gets heat because its players can’t hold serve as much, but that holds little weight because they don’t have an Isner or a Raonic fireball to rely on. Imagine giving players on the ATP Tour only one serve, which would automatically drop serve speeds, and you would start to see the men having substantial difficulty holding serve as well.

The game of tennis has changed overall in lots of ways in my lifetime. The advances in racket technology (synthetic gut strings, carbon fiber wide-body frames) has radically increased the power and spin of groundstrokes, meaning a huge spike in winners from the backcourt. Simultaneously, very few players come to the net anymore, it's just too easy to get passed unless you hit a near decisive approach shot. 

The other major shift is the convergence of the playing characteristics of playing surfaces, most notably the grass courts of Wimbledon which offer a much truer bounce than they once did, allowing Wimbledon to be won with great groundstrokes. Clay is the one court that has remained the most unique of the surfaces in pro tennis, and I'd say the biggest challenge in tennis is beating Nadal at the French Open on the terre battue.

 

A Man Digging

Jon Rafman's short film A Man Digging is a moody journey through the scenes of video game massacres. 

I've often thought it would be amusing to take a security guard from an action movie, one that gets mowed down by the bad guys, and then cast that actor in another movie, a Fruitvale Station-esque retrospective of the day leading up to the actor's death. 

Lobby security guards in action movies are so hapless. The assassins usually just walk up to them, pull a silencer and shoot the guard a few times in the head or chest before they even know what's going on.

Damon Lindelof tries to write his Felina

[SPOILER ALERT: Breaking Bad series finale spoilers contained within]

Damon Lindelof takes the occasion of the Breaking Bad finale to try to make peace with people who've flogged him mercilessly on the internet for the finale of Lost.

I'm sick of myself for continuing to beat this particular drum, so I can't imagine how sick of it you are. If it's unpleasant and exhausting for me to keep defending the Lost finale, aren't you getting tired of hating it? And so … I, like Walter White, want out. To be free. And to grant you the same.

I'd like to make a pact, you and me. And here's your part: You acknowledge that I know how you feel about the ending of Lost. I got it. I heard you. I will think about your dissatisfaction always and forever. It will stay with me until I lie there on my back dying, camera pulling slowly upward whether it be a solitary dog or an entire SWAT team that comes to my side as I breathe my last breath.

And here's my part: I will finally stop talking about it. I'm not doing this because I feel entitled or above it -- I'm doing it because I accept that I will not change hearts nor minds. I will not convince you they weren't dead the whole time, nor resent you for believing they were despite my infinite declarations otherwise.

Fans hear Lindelof's request as they hold a gun on him, asking him to "Say it."  

"I want this," declares Lindelof. 

Fans toss the gun on the ground. "If you want this, do it yourself." 

In actuality, I'm more disappointed with the way Prometheus turned out. By the tie Lost's finale had rolled around, it was practically impossible to pull that one out of the hole it had dug itself.

Prometheus wasn't terrible, but it could have been amazing.

Say my name

My car has a feature in which I can ask it to play songs from a particular artist by voice. It works okay most of the time, though it's certainly still not as accurate as often as I'd like. Still, it's much safer for me to issue the voice command than to try to type out the artist name while driving. 

The other day I tried to cue up the latest album by Chvrches (so far I'm enjoying their synth pop sound). But because they use a v where the u is, I couldn't figure out how to pronounce their name. I tried saying "churches" but that only brought up dozens of results with the word "churches" in the name.  

Back when Jeff Bezos was trying to think of what to call this little online bookselling company he was going to start, he wanted a name that started with A because back then search engines alphabetized their results so having a name that began with A would put the company URL closer to the top of the page. 

I suspect more and more of our interaction with computers will be using voice, and thus the next generation naming hack that means the most for maximum discoverability may be having a name that can easily be pronounced and is unambiguously unique if you hear it phonetically. Worth considering before you choose some bizarre company name just because it's the shortest URL you can find that hasn't been snapped up already. 

The kicker is that Chvrches is pronounced exactly like "churches".