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Ugh. I can't believe this is an AP headline.

"MIT coed with fake bomb 'art' arrested"

Problems here:
  • Co-ed is an outmoded term. I am pretty sure that the AP style guide explicitly stated this when I studied it over a decade ago. Do they make an exception for headlines? If so, what difference does it make what gender the person was?

  • There was no fake bomb. It was a sweatshirt modified to have a light-up message, and by all accounts one that the person frequently wore. But every other headline is saying the same thing, and such was the best general knowledge in the first few moments after the arrest, so I can give this a reluctant pass. I'll be pissed if it sez this in tomorrow's print newspapers, though.

  • I know that putting 'art' in quotes is ostensibly the headline writer saying that someone in the story is quoted as calling it art, but it ends up just sounding really snotty, as in my two year old kid could do that or whatever.
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Ricky's leaving tomorrow afternoon. It's been a fine visit. You may have seen a post I made a few hours before he showed up on Friday, detailing some concerns I had; several hours after meeting him at South Station he was acting so wonderfully together that I regretted the post, and eventually went back and privated it.

He did say a handful of politically poor things to me, but at the same time he mixed happily with every manner of humanity that the Greater Boston Area had to offer him. I think his notion of "Arabs" (as he calls them) is something like many Americans' notions of "Communists" a half century ago; not so much a type of person as a sort of invisible, monstrous infection which could be inside anyone, and you can't know one until the moment he's blowing himself up at you. So while he is quite terrified of the "Arabs" in his mind, this seems to have zero effect on how he acts towards or around anyone, regardless of appearance. My fears were groundless.

Some of my misgivings also because when he was at his worst, circa 1990, he was so racist that he was like a grotesque parody of a racist. He shocked my parents, who are racists of the more casual stripe that peoples' parents tend to be. He even made my dad's obligatory racist friend kind of uncomfortable, when he got going with his talk. I can't pinpoint when he gave all that up, but golly gee you would never imagine he was ever like that, to see him today.

More later; all is well, sleep time now.
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So where's the ban on driving an SUV to the airport, already? I wanna see some action

Xmas 2006

Dec. 25th, 2006 09:42 pm
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Back from Fairfield. The last 36 hours were spent suboptimally; I touched the face of boredom, though I managed not to slide into its howling maw. The answer to "Gee, should I take my laptop?" is yes. Even in internetless places it's a toychest and writing desk, and these can keep me occupied for quite a while. But I chose poorly, and so had only a novel and an iPod, the latter with no ability to recharge. I made do, barely.

I think I've already complained about my whole family (parent and brothers both) being made into racist paranoid goobers by their fears being reinforced and amplified through all the Fox my parents watch and the Art Bell that Ricky listens to, and probably by their local culture as well. I keep forgetting this, and I tend to forget again it a few minutes after every reminder, because, you know, family.

But they are so scared of the Saracen Menace. I mean, honestly, it haunts them. Half of the conversations we had veered into some graveyard-humor joke pointing to the inevitable day when the skies would darken and the Muslims would come raining down, scouring the earth with their acid breath and terrible steel mandibles, unstoppable in their mithril carapaces and vulnerability only to weapons of +2 or greater enchantment. Or whatever, I don't know.

And a lesson in humility for me: Peter spoke excitedly about the Xmas bonus he got, a $50 Hannaford's supermarket certficate, and his wife's $10 cash bonus from her full-time volunteer job. $60 worth of groceries! He was honestly excited at this bounty. Meanwhile I practically blow that much on coffee in a week.

Other than that this was the first time all three McIntosh sons and both parents were gathered together in I-don't-know-how-long. More than two years. The total time of the full convergence was one hour, long enough to eat dinner. It was a fine dinner. I told my mother I'd have to teach her how to steam vegetables, though.

Mom and dad are coming coming down with the cat the day after tomorrow. They sent me home with a truly silly amount of cat stuff, but Shadow won't be wanting at least.

(Deleted the voice post that came before this post.)

Enemy turf

Sep. 24th, 2006 11:13 pm
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Just watched three more Losts at [livejournal.com profile] dougo's. I have some problems with elements introduced during season two. I find one particular character deeply unlikable, not in a boo-hiss way but in a STFU way. And tonight I actually managed to find an episode politically repugnant.
Minor spoilers. )
I like a lot of Lost still and I will probably go back to watch more, but this is two strikes against it. At this point, if it loses me, I will write it off not just as having choppy quality but because it is has the taint.
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Mostly what I remember is posting on a local friend's mailing list about how I was rather looking forward to seeing our special ops troops in action in the mountains of Afghanistan, describing them as terrifying cyborg commandos who would show the bad guys real fear and get the job done. I certainly didn't feel that, a few months into the operation, they'd get their resources yanked and rerouted.

Another of my friends, at the time, blogged that it reminded him of the climax of Watchmen, and I knew what he meant and I kind of hoped so too, that this would be a catalyst to a new sort of international unity. For a while it really felt like it could happen.
prog: (tom)
Going to the airport soon after the Andys get back from fetching [livejournal.com profile] daerr's new DS from the FedEx depot.

It's a good thing I gave up magical thinking for Lent or I'd be pretty upset that my ticket number at the place I got my breakfast bagel this morning was 911.

Should I not land at Columbus, you may blame the New York Times first, but blame Au Bon Pain second.

At least the flyers printed up real nice, though they was ass-expensive. I took [livejournal.com profile] woodlander's (and [livejournal.com profile] queue's) advice and asked Rob to remove the linebreaks from the phone numbers, email addresses and URLs. This meant I had to stress over getting them printed this morning instead of yesterday, but it's worth it; they look great. Thanks!

(And I can't remember who said you can hand Kinko's a URL and they'll grab the file and work with it, but: no, at least not at the Harvard Square Kinko's. Dude told me they weren't allowed to download things. I had to take a CD-R, go upstairs, and spend an extra $10 on buying computer access to download the PDF, burn the CD, and hand it to the guy. At least he didn't charge me for the CD...)
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"Day off" today, though I ended up spending some time putting out fires in the game finder... which, mind you, I set myself.

I saw "Syriana" and liked it a lot. Not surprised that it's been out for well over a month, maybe two, and is still commanding a full house at the Harvard Square Loew's. Buncha commies. I would recommend this movie to anyone. I want to go back and see "Traffic" now, from the same creators.

Some disconnected thoughts about it:

* Some parts are quite brutal and hard to watch, but was made more uncomfortable by a stranger sitting next to me who was literally whimpering during those scenes, and later started whimpering more as the story's overall tension came to a head and you knew that very large awful things were going to happen. I do not say "whimpering" lightly here. As the whimpering occurred, I thought: oh my gosh, this is real full-scale whimpering. I squirmed to see another adult in such distress, or anyway to hear it, since I never actually looked at her. So this weird discomfort chain going on between me, her, and the movie-people.

* I find it interesting that there are at least three more-or-less mainstream movies in theatres now that feature terrorism not in the more comfortable Tom Clancy/Die Hard way, but as an attempt to take a deeper look at real-life terrorism. There's this movie, "Munich", and the smaller one about Palestinian suicide bombers whose title I cannot recall. "Syriana" isn't primarily about terrorism but one of its sub-threads does look at it dead-on. I think that the path that character took seemed rather rushed, but they may have been trying to tell his story in shorthand... I know enough about the culture portrayed to understand what was being represented there.

I reflected how differently the portrayal of these characters in the film is from their popular portrayal in American conventional wisdom, that these are one and all freedom-haters whose primary drive is lust for their 72 virgins. The rejection of this caricature is probably a central reason why (my own mental caricature of) neo-conservatives probably hate this movie.

* I am not great at recognizing actors, and didn't catch any of the big names in this one, not knowing who they were going in. I must have subconsciously recognized Matt Damon, but totally missed George Clooney, despite his being probably the most interesting character in the picture.

* The people in the movie (both in speech and in subtitles) referred to the primary language of Iran as "Farsi". Never once did a busybody pop up to say Arrggh NOOO in English the language is called "Persian" you ignorant fools, proving that the movie was not the Internet.
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Thoughts turn morbid. Listening to my friends debate the physics of what would happen if they hit the LNG tanker. Immediate vaporization of East Boston from wide energy release or slow chaotic disaster from solar-hot narrow flares? Whee fun.

Other than everything in the world I'm having a good weekend.
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Please tell me that was some shitheads kicking off a ballgame and not a terrorist attack.

(By "shitheads" I refer to those who would order pilots to scare the fuck out of an entire city just to open a hot dog stand, not the pilots themselves. Of course.)

OK, discussion on [livejournal.com profile] davis_square seems to point to shitheads.

Dear shitheads: Why not save jet fuel and just ramp right up to fucking air-raid sirens next time? For Christ's sake?
prog: (tiles)
Another reason to my geekier male friends not to wear a trenchcoat year-round (besides the fact that it's just not a good look on you): You are now in danger of being summarily executed by law enforcement. (Though I guess you're safer if you're a white guy. But still.)

Wasn't this a mechanic of the Shadowrun game for Sega Genesis? I do believe so. Trenchcoats or full suits of powered armor would make cops harrass you. So leave your powered armor at home, too. I don't care what night it is at Man Ray.
prog: (W finger)
In case it wasn't clear before today, the userbase of Little Green Footballs is nothing but a bunch of racist fuckwads.

(Except you. You're all right.)

Update Reading about LGF on WP, I see that (a) this has been known for some time, and (b) the site used to be about all kinds of things but, like lileks.com, took a sharp right turn and became generally unreadable as a result of 9/11. Interesting and sad.

Boom

Mar. 9th, 2002 04:18 pm
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When I read the headline Congress provided with report on potential nuclear targets, I thought it referred to a list drafted of domestic sites that bad guys might want to blow up.

No, it's a list drafted of sites abroad that we might want to blow up.

I suppose in some way it's just a restructuring of how it was for a long time, just bringing our bombs up to date. During the Cold War, each warhead, silent in its silo, certainly had a specific destination in mind. That list has been rather well obsolete for a while.

Such rationalization doesn't make me that much more comfortable, though.
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So Mr. Reid is universally identified as being "the accused shoe bomber" in news stories, and that's all anyone needs to know who is being referred to.

The first five mental images that phrase brings to my mind are nonetheless all very silly. I'm glad the whole thing happened in such a way that we can laugh about it a little easier.

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