I can’t imagine the comments being “JOOOOO!”-y, but you never know…
Anyway, I’ve promised myself that if I ever find out I have cancer, I get to start smoking again.
This leaves me going for mammograms I don’t believe in, then waiting in vain for the phone to ring, like a particularly morbid teenager. That’s when I’m not twisting into awkward poses, going on a skin safari in search of promising new moles or suddenly suspicious-looking old ones.
Last week, I thought I’d finally found a new and even better excuse to light up…
According to an affidavit signed by Secret Service officer David Hochman, Gonzalez after his arrest told Agent Lee Smart that he was concerned that the “atmosphere was collapsing” and that he needed to inform the president to get the word out to the people.
‘The similarities between the neo-Nazi and neo-fascist enclaves in Germany and the Islamic totalitarian nests in Britain are quite startling’
Some people say there should be more liberal Muslim voices denouncing the crimes and inhumanities perpetrated in the name of their religion. What is more surprising is that there are any at all — because Islamic totalitarians enjoy an acceptance and toleration that the neo-Nazis do not. When Michael Schaeffer, of the German NPD, was caught on camera giving a Hitler salute at a Blood & Honour concert, it was the end of his public life. When Mehdi Hasan was caught on camera bellowing about kafirs being of congenitally low intelligence, he continued his career unscathed. It’s not even necessary to think of the more polished deceivers — Ken Livingstone famously embraced Sheikh Yusuf al-Qaradawi, who supports suicide-murder and death for apostasy (renouncing your religion), among other things.
This is partly explained by the desperate hope of liberal minded people to treat everyone with the same methods of discussion and dialogue. It’s understandable, and even admirable, but it’s futile.
As you can see, the copyright holders don’t want you to hear the music that goes with this ad without their permission.
That’s cool, except that the whole concept behind this U2 song, and the commercial, are not exactly pro-copyright.
I thought the album was free (whether you wanted it or not)?
U2 thinks they’re being clever, “humbly” acknowledging their affectionate debt to artists that came before them, like The Clash, Patty Smith and The Ramones.
But am I the only one who saw this on TV last night and thought, “Hey, I haven’t listened to Horses in a while…” and not “Wow, better grab that new U2 album”?
Plus I remembered that there are even a few much more affecting “Punk rock changed my life” songs out there already:
Many of the snarkier, radicalized neo-Marxists that emerged in the recession’s wake are furious at “capitalism” for the fact that they owe $100,000 in student loans yet can’t find jobs, when they should be furious at themselves for digging a $100K debt to bankster gangsters all for the dubious privilege of tacking up useless sociology degrees to their studio-apartment walls.
For some reason, despite all of Marxism’s historical failings, these dupes still consider Ol’ Karl “relevant”—more relevant than ever, if you can swallow that without choking. But Marx wrote The Communist Manifesto back when employers depended on manual labor—in other words, back when hammers and sickles were actually useful devices.
But technology has rendered Marx supremely irrelevant, because it has rendered the value of human labor irrelevant.
The truth is, though, that a lot of my objections to “50 Things…” are matters of style over substance.
I wanted to hate it more than I actually did.
See, I could have easily written “50 Things…” when I was this writer’s age, and it would have sounded quite similar, right down to the “fluorescent lighting” and “cubicles” and “suits.”
Not only that, but back in my day, we also had things called “factories” to rail against, but you guys have only seen those things in old movies.
(We also bitched about “suburbia” but I understand Kids These Days love the place. Where did we go wrong…?)
And other writers bitched about pretty similar stuff in the 1920s, and ’30s and…
Guess what: Except for the factories, all those awful things are still around for you to complain about.
Tell you anything?
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‘Another striking phenomenon is the massive drop in the percentage of black people among those killed by cops’
From 1976 to 1980, exactly half of JHBLEO victims (967 of 1,934) were black.
The trend since then has been down.
For the most recent five years available, 2008-2012, it’s about 30 percent.
At tech conference, liberal men (including one pretending to be a chick?) pretend to care about women’s problems
Later, I saw this firsthand as an attendee I’d befriended over way too many matches of Speed Chess processed the stuff he’d taken to heart over a beer with me. It’s noteworthy that at a normal event I’d be extremely wary of sitting down for a beer with a guy I didn’t know to begin with, much less willing to share a cab home like we’d done the night before, brows knit in a troubled chat about Gamergate. Having identified as female for quite a while now, the accounts of vengeful sexism didn’t shake me in quite the same way (they do that every day!), but watching that sink in for him as he actively listened to my own unsavory stories was an indescribably powerful experience. (…)
Paul Ford gave the final talk. I’d followed his Internet handle, @ftrain, and his floppy disc avatar for a while. On stage, he explained that in Brookyn, he used to watch the F slip by his window. It was a chilling coincidence then when he paused to quietly confide in the audience that years before, he’d considered stepping in front of a train, stepping out of his own life. Instead, he went home and told his wife. He built things online, took the solace he could in technology, in the process and the processing, in building better tools to remember it all—to remember things that weren’t even his to remember, like what his dad might have listened to on the radio.
My friend Julie was killed by a train, but not that train. Before I knew anything about technology, I took the F train to work every morning. I always liked how it flickered into the dark subway tunnels and back out again over the East River, playing chicken with the light.
In XOXO’s final moments, two tearful Andys (founders McMillan and Baio) took the stage to dedicate the whole event, all of those hacks and dreams and feelings, to their friend, Chloe Weil. On July 9, Baio’s blog reads “For the second time in 18 months, I’ve lost a friend to depression—a unique, young talent with their greatest years ahead of them.” Her Instagram avatar is a pixelated cat wearing sunglasses. In pictures, she looks funny and young and smart, not lost. “Chloe Weil tasted words.”
Gavin McInnes writes:
James Foley had been abducted before. In 2011 he was detained while reporting on the Libyan civil war. Why did he go back? Was it because we need “reporting”? This is 2014. The jihadists upload videos themselves. In a bizarre twist of irony, that’s how we know who James Foley is. We have Twitter and Facebook and Instagram and everyone has a cell phone. I’m not sure we need you anymore. Same goes for the Scotsman David Haines, who was beheaded while working as a humanitarian in Syria. Dude, you have two kids at home. What were you thinking?
It’s profoundly unfashionable to consider, but is it possible that some of these people have a lust for martyrdom? Our president is being criticized for not reacting more strongly to these beheadings, but they weren’t diplomats or members of our military. This isn’t the Archduke Franz Ferdinand. We’re talking about people who knowingly strolled into hell.
To understand the dancing you have to understand the music. The northern soul scene blossomed in the 1970s, when DJs would hunt down rare black American soul 45s and bring them back to play in venues across the north-west of England. The music – inspired heavily by the Motown sound, with fast tempos and a simple 4-4 beat – was a dancer’s dream.
Because the scene embraced competitiveness, with DJs trying to outdo each other by playing the rarest vinyl, so too the dancefloor became a showcase for audacious moves: spins, backdrops, high kicks.
In the book Last Night A DJ Saved My Life: the history of the DJ, the authors describe northern soul as “a genre built from failures”, stating: “…Northern Soul was the music made by hundreds of singers and bands who were copying the Detroit sound of Motown pop. Most of the records were complete failures in their own time and place… but in northern England from the end of the 1960s through to its heyday in the middle 1970s, were exhumed and exalted.
Ontario has always taken a hard line when it comes to its provincial anti-smoking laws and MPP John Abbot says it is time to take this hard line even further. Mr. Abbot wants the province to create the country’s first “smokers registry.”
It would be a publicly accessed list that would require anyone who smokes to “let the provincial government know where they plan on taking a puff.”
“This will be useful for both smokers and non-smokers,” says Abbot, “The time has come for us to know where smokers live, work and, most importantly, smoke, so the non-smoking public can make decisions based on this information.”