June 30, 2002
June 29, 2002
June 27, 2002
June 26, 2002
Love me. Love me.
Hey everybody, prettygirl here.There's a lesson for you: The Prettygirl makes her own rules!
I've been getting a lot of complaints about the late hour at which the page gets updated each day. Most people have been saying that oftentimes the daily whatevers don't get up there in time for anyone to really observe the whatever you wanna call it in any kind of meaningful way. At first, I just let your concerns go ignored. That seemed to work pretty well so I think I'm going to keep at it.
Anyway, Mike Whybark has an equally effective demonstration over on his blog today. He started out this morning with "Professor Sea Gould and Professor Mitchell," an engaging and well-researched post about Joseph MItchell's writings about Joseph Gould, collected and popularized in the book and movie "Joe Gould's Secret." Mike doesn't seem to like Joseph Mitchell's work nearly as much as I do, but I appreciated his new thoughts on his sudden retirement, and he found some links I had never seen before.
Anyway, Mike is a man who enjoys a nice scotch, and it seems he celebrated his Mitchell post with a few hours of the ol' whiskey-piskey. We next hear from him about four hours later, when he drags himself to the keyboard long enough to direct us to a very funny Sweat Flavored Gummi post, after which it's all he can do to peck out this...well, I can't really describe what "What's All the Fuss About"'s about, but suffice it to say that the penultimate line is:
And let me state for the record: The Economist can blow me.Shockingly enough, we haven't heard from Mike since. I'm organizing an intervention for next Thursday evening; let me know who wants to come along.
June 25, 2002
Parmesan makers bid to protect name.Next up for the European Court of Justice: visiting Sizzlers around the world and demanding that they throw out their trays of Swedish meatballs.
The makers of Parmesan cheese in Italy have asked the European Court of Justice in Luxembourg to rule on whether it is legal for competitors to use the name Parmesan for cheese not made in Parma.
By the way, it's worth clicking on the link to see the picture of a frightening, possibly shirtless, cheesemaker with the caption, "Parmigiano is so pure you can feed it to infants." And by "worth it," I mean that it's free and you obviously have some free time.
Anyway, Coney Island is celebrating the anniversary with style, with 75-cent rides all day tomorrow and fireworks on Friday. Call Astroland at 718-265-2100 for details. Oh, and if you head down there, don't bother paying 50 cents to go into the Alien Autopsy booth; it's pretty unconvincing.
June 24, 2002
June 23, 2002
Well, there's a lot of crap like that, which I'll leave to others, but the part that really caught my eye, after some comments on the U.S. "finally joining the global brotherhood of athletes on equal terms," was the following:
The beauty of the World Cup is that theoretically — and, to a greater degree than in any other sport, also in practice — any country, no matter how tiny, impoverished or geopolitically insignificant, can beat any other country. China may have more people, the U.S. may have more money, Brazil may have the proudest tradition -- no matter. Little Cameroon can smoke 'em all.Well, I'm not much of a student of soccer history, but I don't seem to recall too many Cameroon World Cup championships, so I thought I'd check the record. Basically, the idea that the World Cup is some sort of model for world equality is pretty cracked. Four countries — Argentina, Brazil, West Germany, and Italy — have won 12 of the 16 championships to date, and have sent 21 or the 32 teams that have competed in the final game. If the favorites, Brazil and Germany, win the semis this year, those figures will become 13/17 and 23/34, hardly the festival of openness Kariya makes it out to be.
Correction: If you'll check the comments, you'll see that I screwed up, and that Jiun is actually a Malaysian anime fan living in Australia, which is even cooler.
This is [fill in your name], I want to talk to you. Hello? Don't hang up on me! I want to talk to you! You keep away from my husband, you hear me? Hello? Open the door! Answer me! I'm going to tell everybody that walks in this building that in 2R, Rossi, you're nothing but a whore! Is this the superintendent? Yes, I want you to know that you have a whore living in 2R! Rossi, Janice Rossi! ...He's my husband! Get your own goddamn man!Then go to a bar and shoot some stuttering prick in the goddamn foot.
June 22, 2002
Anyway, not too long after the announcement, one of the Padres got his first major-league hit, which prompted a discussion among the broadcasters about their first hits. And out of the thousands of pichers in baseball history, who was Steve Lyons' first hit was off of? "Donnie Moore!" he answered excitedly. About ten seconds of uncomfortable silence followed the mention of the former Angels closer who shot and killed himself less than three years after his blown save in the deciding game of the 1986 AL Championship Series.
Yeah, I'm home on a nice Saturday. I have work to do, so what's it to you? Mind your own effin' business, okay?
Who Is the Father of the Year?
Bull "The Great Santini" Meechum 34%God, I love you people. If you were here I'd call you all "sports fans" while bouncing a basketball off of the back of your heads.
Ozzy Osbourne 30%
Frank Lindh 15%
Bernie Mac 11%
Father Paul Shanley 7%
June 20, 2002
Italian club team fires Korean heroYep, there's nothing more pathetic than a goat who can't afford a sandwich.
South Korea hero Ahn Jung-Hwan, who scored the golden goal to knock out Italy from the World Cup, has essentially been fired by his Italian club Perugia.
''I am not extending his contract,'' Perugia president Luciano Gaucci said. "He does not merit it. When he arrived, he was like a little lost goat who didn't even have the money to buy a sandwich. He became rich without doing anything exceptional for our club. And then, at the World Cup, he destroyed Italian football.
"I would have to pay [$1.53 million] to extend his contract. But I won't. He should have shown his talent while he was with us. He'll just have to go back to Korea and earn [$48] a month.''
Before "Alexander Graham Bell"...no telephone.And be sure to check out his fine collection of jerky!
Before "Thomas Edison"...no Electric Light.
Before "Dr. George Washington Carver"...no Oil from seed or cloning of plants.
Before "Henry Ford" no V8 engine
Before "Walt Disney"...no animated cartoons
Before "Chubby Checker"...no "Dancing Apart to the Beat!"
What is "Dancing Apart to the Beat"? Dancing Apart to the beat is the dance we do when we dance apart to anybody's music with a beat and before "Chubby Checker" it could not be found!
June 19, 2002
Mike's been working his ass off at the West Seattle Pennysaver for months now, and he thought this story would help him get the promotion to Assistant Classifieds Editor he's been bucking for. [Not that I had planned to let Mike in on my little secret. You know how it is. You’re out with the guys, having a few Johnny Walker Blacks, shooting the breeze, and the next thing you know you can’t leave your house without a dozen cameramen jumping out from behind the bushes.] So just to help Mike out, I'd like to offer a little elaboration to the original report.
Back in my day, before the whole Watergate mess ruined this great nation, there used to be a little thing I like to call trust. That's right, kids, there used to be a time when you could do a simple thing like breaking a 30-year silence about your role in bringing down the leader of the free world without people getting all nosy, asking a lot of stupid questions which are frankly none of their goddamned business. But Ken, they ask, why have you waited until now to reveal these facts? How did you have access to information only available to the inner circle of Nixon's staff? Why don't you look or sound anything like Hal Holbrooke?
While I'm not yet prepared to reveal the entire story (I'm saving the juicy details for my upcoming e-book, available exclusively through Salon’s Deep Throat imprint), I can present a few previously unknown bits of information for the doubters, which will hopefully shed a little light on one of the greatest mysteries of our time.
- It is totally the kind of thing I would do. Find anybody who knows me, and ask them if this is the kind of thing I would do, and they'll definitely say, "Yes, that is so like Ken to do that."
- I was the Associate Chief of Staff under Nixon from 1970-1972, before I was fired for stealing office supplies. In my official exit interview/review, now available through the Freedom of Information Act, it is revealed that not only was I cited for “looking kinda shifty-eyed” and “holding a mean grudge,” but that I signed the nondisclosure form “Joe Friday,” completely absolving me from any penalties resulting from my actions.
- I like hanging around parking garages.
Mike Whybark has the full story, with an incriminatingly doctored photo.
June 18, 2002
The Mariners have lost a number of all-time greats over the past few years. I was in favor of the Randy Johnson trade, thinking that there was no way you offer him a multi-year contract, given his injury history (I was obviously wrong about that one, but the trade turned out pretty well for Seattle anyway). I've heard a lot of grumbling regarding "Pay-Rod"'s huge contract, but I can't really blame him for leaving Seattle (to quote Krusty, "They backed a dumptruck full of money up to my house! Oh god, I'm not made of stone!"
But Junior? Junior did everything he could to screw the Mariners, first demanding a trade to a team closer to his Orlando home then, after the Mariners had received offers from the Mets and Atlanta, revising that demand to be traded only to the Cincinnati Reds (a move that obviously limited the M's bargaining power). Once again the Mariners got lucky, this time in getting Mike Cameron, but it was as awful and selfish a performance by a player that I've seen.
Griffey collected his 2,000th hit tonight, fittingly against the Mariners (who won 8-1), but it was a lone bright spot in what is shaping up to be another lost season, filled with injuries, grumblings from the fans, and reports of his negative influence in the clubhouse. The Reds are having a good season, but it's certainly not because of the .233-hitting Griffey. This year, the Mariners have continued their run as one of the top teams in the game. It's enough to make a man believe that there's a little justice in this world.
June 17, 2002
Well, the blogs just keep coming and coming, and I'm noticing more and more of my favorite new sites with banner ads clogging up the bandwidth. That's why I'd like to propose another wave of adoption. The next time you're visiting a fine blog that's still bannered, consider following the above link and donating the measly 12 bucks. It's a way to honor one blog and support thousands.
I know you well and I know there's a little Village Medicine Man inside you that's just waiting to come out. You'd look dope with a femur pierced through your nose and you'll get more ass than a place called "Assy Asstowne" whose slogan is "If It's Ass And We Don't Have It, We'll Order It!" once the neighborhood finds out that you got rid of the Town Bad Tipper when you spiked his Mochachino with a droplet full of judgement day that made him bleed something out his eyes that looked like a slurpee. Dress sharp.Go! Now! And then go again tomorrow! Did I start speaking French all of a sudden? Sheesh.
The lunchtime hour on WFAN was filled with Mets fans calling in to say that they were satisfied with the outcome, they weren't satisfied, it was over now, it wouldn't be over until they hit Clemens, etc. Calls from Yankees fans, or from Mets fans seemingly concerned with the outcome of the games (the Mets won The Great Rematch, and took two out of three over the weekend) were few and far between.
Back in May I covered the brouhaha over the rights of Mariners fans to wear "Yankees Suck" shirts to games at Safeco. Of course, by the time Safeco management gave in on the issue, the Yankees had already left town, not to return until August. Not that it mattered to fans, who proudly wore their "Yankees Suck" shirts to the Mariners/Blue Jays series. "Mariners Suck" shirts were seen at Yankee Stadium, but only while the Mariners were actually there.
When it comes to an overriding obsession with the Yankees, however, nobody comes close to the Red Sox. From the sale of Babe Ruth through Bucky Dent's playoff-winning homer, much of Sox history is the story of falling short to the Yanks. It's considered one of the greatest rivalries in sports, but except for some individual awards, the Sox have pretty much never beaten the Yanks. This fact is etched on every Sox fan's conscious, with the result being that the "Yankees Suck" chant can be heard at Fenway no matter who the opponent is. I've been to Yankee Stadium about 20 times, and the crowd usually manages to focus its energy on the actual opponent.
So what am I saying? As a Mariners fan who has spent far too much energy these past few years alternately hating and fearing the Yankees, the time has come to take off the blinders and remember that the object is to win games and ultimately a championship, not just do better than one particular team. It's getting to the point where it sometimes feels like a successful season would be one where we beat the Yankess in the playoffs, forget what happens after that. Well, Goddammit, that ain't gonna wash no more! I'm tired of acting as though I were a fan of one of the 29 branches of the Washington Generals trying to dethrone the one true Globetrotters. My name is Ken: former Yankee-hater.
June 16, 2002
OKs for Two 35-Story Towers for Downtown, 70 Townhouses by Philip Sean CurranPhilip Sean Curran: journalist, local government expert, big-time Leno fan.
A marathon meeting of the Jersey City Planning Board, lasting almost to the time that the "Tonight Show" airs, saw two skyscrapers and several hundred homes receive approval recently.
"I came to see his transition," said Bryan Shannon, alias Judas Young, a pro wrestler and water treatment supply salesman from Iselin.Central New Jersey: leading the nation in pro wrestlers / water treatment supply salesmen for over 50 years.
"You never know, Tiger could play the next four holes at four over par...you just never know." — Johnny Miller, NBC Analyst, during a rain delay.Thank you, this has been another exciting episode of Desperate Golf Commentators Trying to Keep Viewers from Changing Channels Late in Another Tiger Woods Blowout!
Well, the first thing that came to mind was a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. I had driven across the venerable structure a couple of times — a Cyclone-like experience with the same out-of-control and "there's-no-way-I'm not-gonna-crash-into-that sensation — but had never walked across the unusually pedestrian-friendly span. With no good reason not to, we set out on the long walk towards City Hall to the bridge.
The Brooklyn Bridge is a gorgeous, complicated work, managing to accomplish its difficult task (spanning the tumultuous East River without disrupting the incredibly busy traffic) with style and grace. We walked across the bridge, admiring its construction, the passing cars and the East River perilously close. It's a great place to sit for a while and talk, watching the passers-by, the noise slowly fading away into the background, Manhattan and Brooklyn spread out for the taking. It made me happy.
Both the NYCRoads site and this contemporary Harper's Monthly article offer the fascinating history. Gary Feuerstein presents the facts and figures, and Denton Taylor has some terrific photos of the bridge.
June 15, 2002
Two things are worth passing on from the extremely enjoyable [except for one lengthy interlude] afternoon: 1) If you ever have the choice between going to a Candace Bushnell (author of "Sex and the City") reading and jabbing knitting needles into your ears, give the latter option serious consideration; 2) Based on the excerpts they read, the upcoming Sedaris/Colbert/Dinello book [called "Wiggsville" or something like that] is gonna be the funniest damn thing you've ever read in your entire life, and you should be on line for it when the bookstores open. More details on it as they become available.
Leading off the first category is, of course, Jane Galt, the Queen-by-Acclamation of the NYC Bloggers. I arrived somewhat late (that whole darn subway express vs. local thing), by which time the delightfully intriguing Ms. Galt was in a small room in the back of the lounge, holding court on a variety of fascinating subjects. I showed my honor, paid my tribute, and ventured onward to the rest of the crowd. It was great to see the bewitchingly modest Ravenwolf and the happily haberdashed Nick Marsala again. Ravenwolf spent the evening politely demurring when asked about her victory in the "Sexiest Female Blogger" poll, though her attempts to deflect the questioning were certainly not helped by Nick's "I'm With Sexy" T-shirt. (Check out R-Dub's photos of the event.)
[Ravenwolf also tells the mysterious tale of the bearded gentleman in the pizza place who fixated on me as the cause of: a) the stock market crash; b) the decline of American civilization; c) the decline of white civilization; d) probably a whole bunch of other stuff. My lack of offspring seemed to be a factor, though the best attempts by Jane to explain it all were unsuccessful. The man (who resembled John Rhys-Davies in The Lord of the Rings) was brandishing a large book on the history of the Istria region, of which he may have been a co-author. This sort of thing happens to me all the time. I am a magnet. When volunteers are needed from the crowd, I am often called upon. I handle it with grace and humor. He eventually moved on.]
The rakishly graceful Paul Frankenstein stuck it out until the end, charming the crowd and politely answering a myriad of questions that are succinctly covered on his FAQ. The intimidating yet comforting Dr. Weevil (cue theme song!) regaled me with his extensive collection of double-entendres and assorted witticisms (three words: funny gynecologists' names). The intimidating yet intimidating Clay Waters managed to swallow his rage for an entire evening over the fact that my Jersey-City-living ass had been admitted to the NYC Bloggers site, though he did amuse the crowd with the old "I'm sorry, I thought that was my ass" trick. The esoterically dreamy Sasha Castel inspired many a blogger's sudden interest in opera when she walked through the doors. And it is, of course, always a treat to see the superbly pseudonymmed Mindles H. Dreck, brief though his presence was.
Among the new-to-me faces were Edie Singleton of My Dating World (who, remarkably enough, has never been to New Jersey), the damned personable Jim from Objectionable Content, Liz and Matt from the quite excellent NYC Blogger Map, Leonard of Unruled (who has a wrapup and a bunch of photos, including one of my zeppelin-like head), Elizabeth of Capital Influx, Max of Common Sense, Caryn Solly, John Hiler, and the stamina-filled Jessica of the excellent Blog of Chloe and Pete, who joined me on the subway ride down towards Penn Station. If you met me and I left out your name...well, I never forget names, so it probably means that I simply hated you.
In short, smart and opinionated people plus alcohol and pizza equals FUN! Whoooo!
And hey, why not check out one of them NYC Blogs when you're finished here.
Update: Actually, lots and lots of folks posted Blogapalooza recaps after I did, or around when I did: Jim, Elizabeth Spiers, John Hiler, Edie Singleton, Doctor Weevil, Leonard, and...jeez, I don't even care anymore and I was there.
June 14, 2002
June 13, 2002
On the other hand: I am the star of my own frigging movie! Bow down and despair, dillweeds!
June 12, 2002
Update: Oh, and congratulations to the fans of Los Angeles for managing to win a championship with only minor vandalism.
But on a more positive note, have you seen the Ken Goldstein Bobblehead yet?
ABC.com’s The Note reports that Ralph Nader has requested to be included in Grover Norquist’s regular ‘war-room’ Wednesday meeting of right-wing lobbyists and high-powered Bush supporters. The request has been granted and Nader will be there today. If true, and I trust just about everything I read in “The Note,” Nader has finally shown his true colors, people, or publicly lost his mind.Well, this seemed to be quite the turn of events, so I headed over to the ABC story in question to find out more about how Nader has teamed up with the right wing. It seems that while Alterman might trust everything he reads, he may not understand it. Basically, the story on ABC is that 1) Norquist actually invited Nader to the Wednesday meeting; 2) It seems to have been a one-time thing; 3) When it was his turn to speak to the crowd of conservatives, Nader basically said a whole bunch of Nader stuff like decrying the "sink or swim" ethic of capitalism and commercialist culture. Hardly a shocking turn of events or revelation. I realize that I might be entering in the middle of the story, but is this post pretty representative?
Either way, this argument is over. Nader is, for all practical purposes, a supporter of Bush and his extremist agenda. (Perhaps even the most important one.) Anyway, let the final stage of the Greens’ welcome self-destruction commence.
ADMIRERS KNEEL BEFORE THE SHRINE OF AN ELEGANT REBEL by ANDREA PEYSERMake your guess and then click here to find out who this former hearthrob is.
June 12, 2002 -- SHE bounded furtively from a car, a vision in pink Spandex top and snug jeans, to kneel worshipfully on the Queens sidewalk.
"I remember being a little girl - I used to have his pictures on my bedroom wall!" Theresa Giovanni, 24, was saying, quickly, defying her boyfriend's furious gaze to lay a bouquet on a makeshift shrine.
June 11, 2002
Please, let me see just one Nets Championship Series win. Please, please, please, please.
Today for lunch I had two chili dogs with cheese and onions, and two Chicago dogs, with onions, diced cucumber, sport peppers and celery salt. All of them were, natch, Vienna Beef dogs. On perfectly steamed poppy-seed buns. Mmmmmmm....hot dogs.Go check out Mr. TFG, he's been on a roll lately. (Maybe that's why there's mustard on his pants! Get it? Like a hot dog roll...oh, just forget it.)
Oh, and Art.com has a whole section of donkey artwork. In case you were wondering, my birthday is in less than three months.
June 10, 2002
We talked for two and a half hours with few awkward pauses. But most of it was fake conversation, recounting funny scenes from movies and t.v. (we both love these). It reminded me of those Chris Farley "movie critic" skits on SNL, you know the ones. I was just bored. Bored through the whole thing. I only had one drink. When he asked me if I wanted another, I said no, but he got another for himself, so I had to sit there while he drank it at the rate of a hummingbird draining the Central Park Reservoir.Hmmm, do I root for Edie to go on some quality dates and find happiness, or do I hope for more depressing-yet-funny-in-the-retelling dates like the above? Fortunately I don't have to make that decision, as I'm merely a beloved collectible.
The story of his long and pathetic downfall has been told often, and while it's been many years since he's been anything more to me than a psychotic sideshow (though, I imagine, that's partly an act), it was still a bit shocking to me to watch the clips of the Lewis fight and see just how little of that early fighter was left and realize just how long ago those years were.
[It didn't fit in with the above, but my favorite gambling story takes place the night when Tyson lost to Buster Douglas. I happened to be at the Meadowlands Racetrack with a few friends that night, and they were showing the fight on one of the monitors. The Douglas KO happened between races (you have to understand just how unexpected this was), as a crowded roomful of grizzled trackrats watched on in shock. Anyway, as the count reaches ten about 500 of these men turn to their companions and scream, as one, "I knew it! I wuz gonna bet on him!" before turning back to their Racing Forms to pick out their next loser.]
*Ken Goldsteins of the Week may not end as implied.
Unfortunately, for all the concern of the Americans familiar with Rwanda, their diplomacy suffered from three weaknesses. [...]A bit long I realize, but rather illuminating.
[B]efore and during the massacres U.S. diplomacy revealed its natural bias toward states and toward negotiations. Because most official contact occurs between representatives of states, U.S. officials were predisposed to trust the assurances of Rwandan officials, several of whom were plotting genocide behind the scenes. Those in the U.S. government who knew Rwanda best viewed the escalating violence with a diplomatic prejudice that left them both institutionally oriented toward the Rwandan government and reluctant to do anything to disrupt the peace process. An examination of the cable traffic from the U.S. embassy in Kigali to Washington between the signing of the Arusha agreement and the downing of the presidential plane reveals that setbacks were perceived as "dangers to the peace process" more than as "dangers to Rwandans." American criticisms were deliberately and steadfastly leveled at "both sides," though Hutu government and militia forces were usually responsible.
The U.S. ambassador in Kigali, David Rawson, proved especially vulnerable to such bias. [...] Rawson found it difficult to imagine the Rwandans who surrounded the President as conspirators in genocide. He issued pro forma demarches over Habyarimana's obstruction of power-sharing, but the cable traffic shows that he accepted the President's assurances that he was doing all he could. The U.S. investment in the peace process gave rise to a wishful tendency to see peace "around the corner." Rawson remembers, "We were naive policy optimists, I suppose. The fact that negotiations can't work is almost not one of the options open to people who care about peace. We were looking for the hopeful signs, not the dark signs. In fact, we were looking away from the dark signs ... One of the things I learned and should have already known is that once you launch a process, it takes on its own momentum. I had said, 'Let's try this, and then if it doesn't work, we can back away.' But bureaucracies don't allow that. Once the Washington side buys into a process, it gets pursued, almost blindly." Even after the Hutu government began exterminating Tutsi, U.S. diplomats focused most of their efforts on "re-establishing a cease-fire" and "getting Arusha back on track."
June 09, 2002
The Nets have to win tonight. That's all there is to it. Have. To. Win.
Donkeys run $500-$800 (these are ordinary barnyard donkeys — not prize winning, rare-breed show donkeys which can cost much more). They are very territorial and will fend off other animals including coyotes and hopefully deer. They are used in many parts of the world to guard flocks of sheep and are handy to have around the farm as draft animals. We're going for a multi-pronged garden defense — geese, a donkey to help keep the foxes and coyotes away from the geese (and chickens), and a 3D solar-electric shock fence. Besides, donkeys are also cute and have soft noses. Why have a guard dog when you can have a guard donkey? The dog does nothing for the compost pile, while the donkey makes a nice contribution every day!Thanks to Janet for this little lesson in the ways of the Guard Donkey, and we hope that she keeps us informed regarding her progress.
All this in New Jersey.
June 06, 2002
Update: I'm trying a different counter, but until I see if it works, it would be helpful if everybody who visits The Donk could e-mail and let me know.
Heard he's kicking ass live, though.
So, yes, I'm somewhat encouraged regarding the Nets chances in this series. Nothing I saw after the first 15 minutes last night made me think that the Nets didn't belong on that court, and a lot of what I saw made me think that a Nets team playing at the level they've shown all season can make a great run over the next two weeks.
By tomorrow night I'll know if I'm right, or if I need to start scoping out Freehold.
June 05, 2002
June 04, 2002
For decades, Venezuela had plodded along as perhaps the dullest and least fantastic country in the region. An oil nation with the largest reserves outside the Middle East, it has boasted a relatively dependable, although flawed, democratic system since 1958. Then [...] along came Chávez with his camouflage pants and his talk of revolution. Finally this spring, the Venezuelan president, a throwback in so many ways, provoked an equally retrograde reaction: a coup. And the events in Venezuela raised unsettling questions in the region as a whole: Could epaulets come back in style?It's all so...quaint!
The “Zero-Tolerance Watch” usually highlights some ridiculous reaction to harmless student behavior, like a first-grader being issued a lengthy suspension for pointing his finger like a gun. Yesterday’s edition seemed a little…more tolerant than usual.
A freshman at Rhode Island's Cumberland High School says he was only joking when he drew "flaming sticks, the word 'bomb,' and the words 'CHS will pay,' " the Providence Journal reports. It hardly needs saying that school officials wildly overreacted. They suspended the unnamed boy for 10 days and evacuated the school while police searched it and had the youngster arrested. He was arraigned on disorderly-conduct charges and could spend up to six months in "the state Training School." "It's not just a case of a kid doodling a picture of a bomb," Detective Sgt. Albert Skeldon tells the Journal. "This was specific."Am I wrong here, or does this not seem like such a wild overreaction? This isn’t some seven-year-old pushing another kid, this is a high-schooler submitting what appears to be a school-threatening note; a two-week suspension with further investigation seems about right to me.
June 03, 2002
For those of you out there more interested in more conventional wagers, the current series line has the Lakers at -$900, meaning that you'd have to bet $800 to win $100 if you bet on L.A. The Nets are at +$600 meaning that a $100 bet will get you a whopping $600. Since Vegas doesn't have any equivalent odds in chicken, I guess Tony and I will just have to leave our wager as is.
Update: Ken Layne and Jeff Jarvis are also getting caught up in the madness.
June 02, 2002
Oh, and about that little wager I proposed: Pierce, Layne, Welch...I'm looking at youse.
I'm personally rooting for the Lakers, since victory will be that much sweeter against the defending champs, plus I personally can never get enough endless whining about officiating.
A developing trend?Now Matt, I want to see some hair-pulling as much as the next guy who owns the director's cut of Chained Heat, but I think it's okay now to let everybody know what went on behind the scenes at The Sexiest Male Blogger contest. Sure, it was all smiles and handshakes in front of the curtain, but what about when Ken Layne hid Stephen Green's depilitator? Or when Pejman "accidentally" let slip that juicy piece of gossip about Tim Blair and the national rugby team? And we won't even get into the time when all Tres Producers showed up at Dawn's house sharing one impeccably tailored suit.
I certainly hope so. Amy Langfield has already started talking trash about the other most sexiest contestants, and the voting hasn't even begun. Lets get it on, ladies! I want to see hair-pulling, eye-gouging, bitch-slapping posts about this. The guys were so, well, demure in their fight to come out on top.
Frankly, I hope that the female contestants are a bit more couth about their competitiveness than we were, Matt.
Just F*cking Drive Day!, Write A Letter Of Apology To Someone Who'd Forgotten All About Your Very Existence Over A Decade Ago Day!, Do Laundry Until You Get F*cked Day! Not to be confused with Do Laundry Until You Fall In Love Day (that's not until October asshole), Get Back In The House! GET BACK IN THE F*CKING HOUSE!!!!!! Day!, and Go To Starbucks, Order A Coffee, Sit Down At A Table Where You Can Be Seen From All Angles, Remove The Shoe And Sock From One Foot And For The Next Three Hours Intermittently Lift Your Bare Foot Up To Your Nose And Smell Day!Start reading Girls Are Pretty and I promise that those gnawing feelings of emptiness will soon disappear.
"They wanted me to have my hair loose, wear sunglasses and make-up and tight clothes. I said no because it's against my religion," the newspaper Ma'ariv quoted her as telling reporters.Damian Perry takes the big-picture view of this.
A day before the planned attack, Ms Hamamreh began pondering the "righteousness" of the task and whether she would be accepted as a martyr in paradise because she had volunteered mostly for personal reasons, including feelings of social isolation after being rejected by a man she had hoped to marry. "I started thinking that I would be killing babies, women and sick people and imagined what it would be like if my family were sitting in a restaurant and someone bombed them," she said.
Nader Said, a Palestinian "sociologist", gave Reuters the usual line about how suicide bombers are just trying to liberate their land from the evil
Jewsoccupiers — but he also made this startling observation:
Said said some of the suicide bombers, men and women, were socially isolated — such as one bomber who suffered from epilepsy — and were trying to gain social acceptance.
"Many of them feel powerless in all other aspects of their life but now...they can change reality, they can prove to their mothers and fathers and schoolteachers that they are worth something," he told Reuters.
Isn't it becoming obvious that the Palestinian leadership, these brave "freedom fighters" standing up for truth, justice and Jew-killin', are taking advantage of the mentally ill and cynicially using them as weapons? Doesn't anyone else out there think this is the sickest f*cking thing in the world?
June 01, 2002
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