Still Shakin' After All These Years

Happy Birthday, Killer...

A Fusillade Of Hearty Huzzahs

Kudos to my pal John Wilson and the gang at WSTW for picking up the Marconi Award as Contemporary Hit Radio Station Of The Year, this past weekend at the National Association Of Broadcasters wingding in Dallas, Tejas. As young Mr. Wilson said, "Let's hear it for the little guy..."

Bans Roll On...?

Happy Banned Books Week...

Good Fences, Good Neighbors?

The Secure-The-Borders crowd doesn't get it.

Here's one young libertarian who does a pretty fair job of explaining why - in terms even your average Minuteman could understand.

(Well, I suppose he could look at the pictures...)

Thinking About The Unthinkable

The Bulletin Of The Atomic Scientists (the folks with the Doomday Clock) have an article in their current issue on the liklehood of a nuclear 9/11. Pleasant dreams...

(while you at it, check out this site and get the free DVD)

Don't-Confuse-Us-With-The-Facts, Dept.

From Reuters...

U.S. citizens concerned that Latino immigrants will have them singing "The Star-Spangled Banner" in Spanish can rest easy, according to an academic study published on Wednesday.

A report in the Population and Development Review found that far from threatening the dominance of English, most Latin American immigrants to the United States lose their ability to speak Spanish over the course of a few generations.

The study by sociologists Frank Bean and Ruben Rumbaut of the University of California, Irvine, and Douglas Massey from Princeton, drew on two surveys investigating adaptation by immigrant communities in California and south Florida.

It concluded that by the third generation, most descendants of immigrants are "linguistically dead" in their mother tongue.

"Based on an analysis of language loss over the generations, the study concludes that English has never been seriously threatened as the dominant language in America, nor is it under threat today," the researchers said.

Somehow, I doubt this will impress the usual gang of idiots...

Debunkin' Da Bunk (Shameless Book Plug)

The folks at Popular Mechanics did a great write-up a few months ago debunking the Myths Of 9/11.

Now they've expanded it into a book. Check it out here.

It's the perfect gift for the conspiracy buff in your household...

Strawberry Beatles Forever

Trippy, man...

9/11+ 5

(View from WTC observation deck)


God damn, I miss those towers. I still have the Saul Steinberg New York: A View Of The World coffee mug I bought at the observation deck geegaw shop in 1989. Now every time I look at a pic of the post-9/11 Manhattan skyline, I keep expecting to see those damned towers there - kinda like a ghost-limb, I suppose...

It's Miller Time!

Know-nothings are boycotting Miller?

Great...all the more for the rest of us.

When I was a semi-regular drinker, Miller was by beer of choice (a pretty ballsy admission, if I say so myself, coming from a long line of devout Bud drinkers).

I haven't touched the stuff in years (Miller, that is - I have more than touched my share of other potent potables).

Then yesterday I heard some moron talk show host (not quite a redundancy, but getting there) interviewing the brainstem who started the boycott-Miller campaign. So later today (payday) I'm headin' to the package store to pick up a case of Miller, then spend the weekend hoisting a few for the hungry huddled masses.

Cheers...

Remembering The Crocodile Hunter

I append the Steve Irwin "FedEx" commercial, not to make a sick joke, but to show that the Crocodile Hunter, to his great credit, had a sense of humor about himself. He will be missed.

Crisis? What Crisis?

This is, in all seriousness, the best news I've heard all summer.

The non-issue of the year has once again become, er, a non-issue...

Rainy Day Feeling

Here are some webcam pics (along with one newspaper shot captured online) of the DelMarVa beach areas hunkerin' down for Ernesto, or what's left of it. Strange as it may seem, I always get nostalgic thinking of rainy days at the beach: movie matiness, card games and bingo in my parents' trailer and, later in life, curling up in a local cafe or watering hole, sucking down a cup of joe and just watching the weather.
There's something comforting to me in it all. Go figure...