I’ve always felt that my favorite book held a great dal for anyone willing to take time with it, but this reading is a little too close to home right now…
It has been a while since I’ve linked to a tale of blisteringly stupid airline/security personnel, but don’t think the tales have stopped coming. Since I don’t feel like telling you my own story from this morning — the one where they made me take a deeply disturbed animal out of her cat carrier because the cage door was made of metal (though this didn’t seem to keep them from running the empty cage through the very same Xray machine) — I’ll post this instead. During the 90s people were annoyed that the world was being taken over by the nerds who spent high school in the computer lab; during this decade, I fear that the people in charge are the ones who spent their school days lurking outside the machine shop and whacking off near the girls’ gym.
Wally Matthew, a sports columnist for the NY Post, got fired this week for calling out his erstwhile employer for showing a lack of integrity. Read his final column here and ask yourself how anyone can trust a newspaper averse to free speech. (Good luck, Wally, and here’s to a better berth.)
The week started with some big potential wins freedom of speech, but the entertainment industry is roaring back — and it’s bad. Check out this EFF report, and for the love of god, ACTIVATE. At this point the entertainment threat is quite literally a bigger threat to your freedom than Al Qaeda.
Score at the top of this inning: Sharpie markers, 1; greedy, consumer-hating music-industry copy-“protection” schemes, 0. This is almost too funny and wonderful to be true. (ADDENDUM, 21-May-2002: Make that Good Guys 2, Music Industry 0: The notorious CARP royalty recommendations have been rejected by the Librarian of Congress. What a week!)
I’m sitting here post-Six Feet Under and there’s this documentary on called The Young And The Dead, in which a bunch of Hollywood entrepreneurs turn a cemetery into a death theme park. Been there, done that with Final Curtain — in fact, one of the ideas central to my FC project, a video archive of the deceased’s (my) life, is represented here. Poorly. Isn’t it just like LA to turn a burial ground into the land of perpetual re-runs?
Skippy’s List of things not to do gets funnier each time I read it. Unfortunately, though, the temptation to test a few of these at the office… it’s probably good that I’m leaving town for a few days.