White dog… that’s moonshine, hootch, likker. Who hasn’t dreamed of distilling up a little batch in their basement (What? Is it just me?). It’s also generally illegal. Max Watman, I nice guy I met once (what’s how I learned about his book) has written a gem, Chasing the White Dog: An Amateur Outlaw’s Adventures in…
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Charles Blow of the New York Times write about drugs (and yes, that is his real name), specifically about the racial disparity in marijuana arrests. Some people just don’t seem to care, but it seems to be a fundamental issue about fairness in justice. Whites and blacks smoke weed at nearly similar rates (actually whites…
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Yeah. I changed the layout of my blog. Honestly, I should probably care more about how my blog looks, but I have other things to do. So why’d I change anything when I, of all people, know damn well that change is bad? Because I wanted to make the text column wider. It was (for…
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Says the rapist to his victim. It led to his arrest. Timothy West, who broke into a stranger’s house and raped a woman at knifepoint, wanted to continue this beautiful relationship. The 21-year-old victim wanted to get him confessing on tape. Victim: “What do you mean, I’m mad at you? Of course, you know, I…
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My wife sent me this: Muslims Wearing Things. She would also like to point out if Muslims were going to crash Juan William’s plane, they probably wouldn’t be dressed in conservative Muslim garb. That should make Juan a little more relaxed next time he’s in an airport. Now don’t get me wrong, I think it’s…
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The stupid mobile gets more press, this time in the Times, which has a few more details. The NYPD has ordered 30 and they cost 8,900 though that’s retail and I’m sure the NYPD pays much much less, if anything. For patrolling a big event or traversing big distances, T3 scooters seem like ideal tools,…
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November 1922. Washington, D.C. “Woman’s Bureau, Metropolitan Police Dep’t. Telephone calls bring prompt attention.” From Shorpy.com.
That’s a lot of weed. And yet somehow I don’t feel any safer. Remember when bringing in weed from Mexico was all fun and laughs? Those were the days.
I’m not posting much here because I’m finishing my book. But I’ll be back in full force after November 8. It’s 5AM. Time for bed.
The human drama of survival in closed spaces, the utter boredom and brief moments of joy, the gathered crowd — why, there’s nothing like the minute-to-minute Twitter updates of my wife’s jury duty. Any moment now the doors of the metal lift will open and she’ll be sprung into the open air of Queens County…
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