A Washington Post reader asks "Answer Man" columnist John Kelly, "How exactly is the speed limit enforced by aircraft, as those occasional signs along the interstates warn us?"

Speaking of St. Pete, MTV2 has gone away, at least as we know it. Along with the XFL, MTV's gawky sibling helped my Rent-to-Own television set through three months of Florida living. I was never sure how MTV2 got through the walls — when no other cable network did — but I appreciated its hard work. When it disappeared my last week in the apartment, I missed it more than I thought I would. The channel didn't know what to say between the music, and we had that in common.

The new MTV2 is aimed at 12-24 year-old guys, and I'm glad to be leaving the demo soon. Others can enjoy the channel more. A 20-year-old can move into Lakeside Village, appreciate the rap-metal company and maybe watch Arena Football on his weekends.

In Florida's Pasco County, just north of St. Petersburg, there is the Crystal Springs Roller Rink. I've never been to the spot, but if I go I won't be loitering in the parking lot. Or skating too fast. Or huddling in the corners. Read about the rink, as old school as they come.

(When I viewed the audio gallery on the page Sunday, the pop-up's width was set to a wonderful 7,201 pixels. I pulled the window to the left for a minute and still didn't get to the end. It was kind of fun, like when a magician does a scarf trick or when Weezer wants to destroy your sweater. But sadly for you, SPTimes.com staffers have since fixed things.)

In Monday's New York Times, Jon Pareles gives a music critic's take on the Sir Paul McCartney Halftime Extravaganza, but far more critical is Jim DeRogatis the same day in the Chicago Sun-Times. Neither writer comments on the crowd's "NA NA NA" spelling in red, white and blue. The Onion's "CNN Graphic Designer Asked To Combine Dollar Sign, Syringe, Fighter Jets, Panda" comes to mind.

Whatever your opinion of the show, you can enjoy the full Hey Jude lyrics courtesy The Beatles Studio. How full? They've got every word after the "better better better" part.

In Monday's Washington Post.

About five years ago, I found myself not at all where I wanted to be. I lived in a hip part of Chicago with two cats and two roommates, and had a job as an editorial assistant at a medical journal. On paper I was everything a nearly fresh-out-of-college journalism major should have been, complete with credit card debt and Ikea furniture.

But I was shocked at the feeling I got when I thought about waking up, getting dressed and taking the train downtown each morning. On those days when the alarm buzzed and I almost cried, I realized I had never actually accepted the concept of working for a living. As in paycheck every two weeks, party in the break room, "Whose turn is it to bring the doughnuts?" kind of work.

How did she fight back? Continue.

Jeremy points out that the prolific-but-uneditable Ryan Adams now has a new track, Magnolia Mountain, streaming on his site. I like the song. It's got a Heartbreaker sound, but the narrative has an unexpected closeness to death on Adams' love-death spectrum.

The announcement of his three coming albums (that was on his site last week) is gone, but Pitchfork has the details. Cold Roses, whatever it may be beyond a double album, is supposed to drop April 18.

"Honda Civic Tour Presents Maroon 5."

Amusement at civictour.com.

What does Malcolm Gladwell think about football? ESPN.com's Jeff Merron talks to the author of The Tipping Point and the new Blink about tonight's big game and sports in general.

JM: Early on in "Blink," you ask, "When should we trust our instincts, and when should we be wary of them?" That's a great question, and seems at the heart of what happens on the football field. You've got intense, detailed preparation leading up to the game, and lots of fast analysis between plays (by the coaches and players), and then the "instinctive" moves that happen once the ball is snapped. Let's say the Eagles call you up and ask you to spend a day with the team explaining the lessons of "Blink," and how they could be used in the Super Bowl. Would you take them up on the offer? If so, what would you say? Who would you spend the most time with? What would you want to talk about first?

Malcolm Gladwell: Well, it would be slightly terrifying to talk to the players, given that I'm, at my best, 135 pounds. So I'd settle for an hour with Andy Reid. I'd tell him the story from "Blink" about Millennium Challenge, which was the $500 million war game the Pentagon conducted in 2001. It was an elaborate dress rehearsal for the Iraq War, with one side "playing" the U.S. and another team playing Iraq — and Iraq won. The chapter is all about how that happened, and it focuses on a retired Marine Corps General named Paul Van Riper, who was playing Saddam Hussein.

Van Riper won by speeding up the game. The team playing the U.S. had all kinds of computer programs and decision-making systems, and experts on every conceivable problem. But when the war started, Van Riper hit them with so many unexpected plays so quickly that he forced them out of that kind of conscious, deliberate decision-making mode — and forced them to rely on their instincts. And they weren't prepared for that. Van Riper, in a sense, went to the "no-huddle" against his much more formidable opponent. And his experience shows that being good at deliberate, conscious decision-making doesn't make you good at instinctive decisions.

That's why I've always been so surprised that more NFL teams don't use the no-huddle. It's not just that it forces your opponent to keep a specific defense on the field. It's that it shifts the game cognitively: it forces coaches and defensive captains to think and react entirely in the instinctive "blink" mode — and when teams aren't prepared for that kind of fast-paced thinking crazy things happen, like Iraq beating the U.S. Andy Reid has to know that Belichick has an edge when he can calmly and deliberately plot his next move. But does he still have an advantage when he and his players have to make decisions on the spur of the moment? I'd tell Andy Reid to go no-huddle at random, unpredictable points during the game — to throw Belichick out of his comfort zone.

Gladwell is amazing. Nerve has an interview with him as well, applying his theories to dating and human connections. (Note if you're not familiar: Content on Nerve is literate but may be inappropriate for work. Gladwell's interview is appropriate, but house ads and links may not be.)

How might a guy in a bar alter the priming experiment to improve his chances of luring a woman home with him?

The bar itself is the equivalent of priming in that situation. When you go to a loud bar full of young people and you drink beer, that's all priming, getting you into a state where you behave a certain way and it feels legitimate to make certain decisions, even they're unconscious. If you're asking if I have clues about how guys can pick up girls, the answer is, sadly, no. I wish I did – I'd sell a lot more books.

True.

Via Wonkette, via DCist, via a DCist reader, I learned yesterday that Matthew Lesko has started a blog. Yes, that Matthew Lesko. Visit.

In addition to his posts, you'll also find links to his regular site and his FAQ. Without a doubt, the best question in the FAQ is "Where Does Lesko Get His Question Mark Suits?" The answer is here.

Alan Shapiro offers his "Suspension Bridge" to Slate this week. The poem reminds me of Saturday Night Fever. If you've seen the movie, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, you know the Bee Gees music has to stop sometime, right?

The best take I've read on Fever comes from Roger Ebert, writing about how the movie was Gene Siskel's favorite. "We all have a powerful memory of the person we were at that moment when we formed a vision for our lives," Ebert writes.

Read the rest.