DBS Jeyaraj has been in mainstream journalism for over 30 years, and on Twitter and his blog since 2009. The latter is where I follow him, for the former. DBS is an old school journalist who’s been around long enough to meet everyone, piss off most of them, get his legs broken by the LTTE and he’s ended up in Canada. He still covers Sri Lankan (and Indian) issues with more insight and depth than anyone, and he’s taken to Twitter, especially, in a powerful way.

I was reading this great Stuxnet cyberwar story when I read the line “It was a messy and imprecise method of attack — a little like infecting one of Osama bin Laden’s wives with a rare virus, hoping she’d pass it to the Al Qaeda leader.” Why, it’s funny you should mention that. That’s sorta what the CIA tried to do.

I’m not a boxing fan, but Filipino Manny Pacquiao is very interesting. I first heard of him in this excellent GQ article, and he’s now in the news for beating Antonio Margarito and literally breaking his face. He has essentially beat everyone in his weight class and is moving on up, still beating everyone. The Cotta fight is especially powerful. The article by Andrew Corsello is well-written and hilarious, especially since the initially quote from Manny is simply “Yaaah.” As Corsello sums it up, “I think about how Manny Pacquiao’s life is a cyclone of madness and dysfunction and karaoke and tango dancing and fucked-to-death lions and grown men vying to fluff his rice and cut his meat and massage his thighs and sing harmony parts on Beatles songs.”

I’m trying to get off the Twitter/headline cyber crack and read some longer form stuff. So, today’s long read is what may be a letter from Mick Jagger discussing Keith Richard’s autobiography (review/amazon), namely the latter’s allegation that Mr. Jagger has a small penis. One money quote: “for a show in front of 60,000 people for which we are being paid some $6 or $7 million for a few hours’ work, I like to suggest to everyone that we start on time, and that we each have in place a personal plan, in whatever way suits us best, to stay conscious for the duration of the show.” Slate published the letter which was supposedly accidentally mailed to a journalist. I dunno how likely that story is, but the letter itself is well-written, funny, seemingly revealing and, as per the purpose of this blog, long.