It looks like in the end, Richard Fliehr couldn’t distinguish himself from Ric Flair. It’s hard to keep up with the amount of money he owes while reading through this. Rick Flair is a microcosm of America over the last 40 years. He spent years living beyond his means and the bill finally came due.
I’m not really sure how I feel about this. I know there’s a need to actively collect intelligence, but this is unfairly targeting innocent people. In times of war, there’s always been a give and take between security and individual rights. Usually, the rights of individuals are ceded for the sake of security. It’s happened in pretty much every single war in America’s history. The problem with this instance is that the war we’re fighting is indefinite. When will Pakistanis be able to live in NY without being targeted?
Man, words can’t describe the sunset tonight over Manhattan but I’ll try. When the sun sets during the summer, usually the light reflects off of the buildings on the west side of Manhattan in yellow and orange. Tonight it was a bright shade of purple and orange. If I had my camera on me, I would of taken a bunch of pictures. I was running though, so I’ll just keep the image in my head and think about it every time I get the urge to leave New York.
This article is depressing in so many ways. In short, the recession has left the most wealthy in better position than they were before. The have-nots are bearing the brunt of the recession and there’s no end in sight. What makes it worse is that the people that should most be outraged about this inequality are supporting the people that are exploiting it for gain. Instead of attacking the people at the top that are profiting from it, they’re going after the people that are trying to make it better.
Looking back- what a class. Here are 5 instances that forever changed Penn hills:
Chazz cox versus Jeff Lennox: Does anyone else remember when this went down? This was the equivalent of the civil rights movement for whites. That should be the new Marting Luther King Jr. day for you guys. The air…
I came across this article while reading the Masked Man’s write up about Mitch Hedberg on Deadspin. While it’s interesting to see what happened to these comics (mostly nothing), I thought one line was ridiculous enough to invalidate the whole piece.
“The art of telling jokes died with the comedy glut of the ’80s, and in its place has grown not the rarefied, cerebral, arch alternacomedy that Janeane Garofalo, HBO’s Mr. Show and Andy Kaufman-reincarnation Andy Dick have hyped but two much simpler comedic forms: characters and physical gags—the two forms that TV houses most comfortably”
I don’t care if this was from 1998, before Andy Dick’s leap off the deep end. To compare Andy Dick to the great Andy Kaufman is incomprehensible. Andy Kaufman planted hecklers in the audience for his standup shows, body slammed women as his intergender champion character, took a Carnegie Hall crowd to get milk and cookies, and staged fights on live shows to shock audiences. Andy Dick acts weird and pulls uncomfortable gags, but he’s not in Kaufman’s stratosphere when it comes to comedy.
Take a look at this great article on Splitsider about the roots of Louis CK’s comedy. It digs a bit deeper than Chuck Klosterman’s take on Louis CK, but it’s very interesting. It’s not every day you see a modern comedian being compared to Sisyphus.
"Important though, and a big explanation as to how he can actually make these things funny, is that he’s not wallowing; he merely observes the ridiculous aspects of mortality, and chuckles at them. He stays grounded in the arbitrary and unfair nature of things, like how he can have a great time driving around in his Infiniti while thousands of people starve to death, and he doesn’t allow his act to degenerate into despair or nihilism. Although he can’t rid himself of his constant perception of absurdity, he chooses to be amused by it rather than incapacitated. This absurdity in turn fuels his creativity; besides the absurdist strain in his comedy, he also cut his filmmaking teeth producing shorts in which babies appear moments after sex and hijackers try to take the Staten Island Ferry to Bolivia. And then, of course, there’s Pootie Tang, which he wrote and directed."
The market dropped over 500 points today. Tomorrow’s job report is a make or break for the economy. If it comes in lower than expectations, then we’re in for another recession. Every trader on Wall Street is ready to sell if that number isn’t right. I’d love to be an optimist and think that it’s going to be good and everything will rebound, but every bit of optimism has been beaten out of me from the last three years. That will put my job in jeopardy again, since I make a living from finding people jobs. I can’t catch a freaking break.