“No matter that a deadly sharp can be fashioned from virtually anything found on a plane, be it a broken wine bottle or a snapped-off length of plastic, we are content wasting billions of taxpayer dollars and untold hours of labor in a delusional attempt to thwart an attack that has already happened, asked to queue for absurd lengths of time, subject to embarrassing pat-downs and loss of our belongings.”—Patrick Smith, “The Airport Security Follies” [via]
“The immigration issue is not so much about people coming to pick lettuce or make beds, it’s about people who could come with a shoulder-fired missile and could do serious damage and harm to us…”— Mike Huckabee, whose foreign policy experience to date encompasses english muffins, chinese checkers, and sight-reading the bass tab for Toto’s 1982 hit, “Africa.”
The security breach was discovered in a decidedly low-tech fashion. A student not involved in the episode found a list of passwords written on a piece of paper in the library and turned them over to the librarian.
Plant cites the most unusual performance of the song ever as being that performed at Live Aid, “with two drummers while Duran Duran cried at the side of the stage - there was something quite surreal about that.”
Note to self: name next one-off music project “While Duran Duran Cried at the Side of the Stage”
My high-school pal, Alan, remembers his favorite records of the time (ca. 1984, 1985, 1986). Many of them were (and very much still are) my favorites too, based in no small part on Alan’s exposing me to them.
Many was the night that Alan, Bob, Mike, and me loaded into Alan’s banana-colored 70s Nova coupe, desperately unhappy with life, listening to Black Flag or Minutemen on the way to another night of shitty video games and free refills at the Subway. It’s ironic (pathetic?) to have nostalgia for such melodrama and angst, but SST bands, the Replacements, and The Ramones were a hell of a soundtrack. And Alan was a hell of a friend to share them all with me.
I couldn’t have picked a more wonderful group of guys to be unhappy with.
Look back over the last millennium or two, and you’ll see that every century, like clockwork, there’s been a big change in media. Cave painting lasted a hundred years, and then there was smoke signaling, which also lasted a hundred years, and of course there was the hundred years of yodeling, and then there was the printing press, which was invented almost precisely 100 years ago, and so forth and so on up to the present day - the day that Facebook picked up the 100-year torch and ran with it.