
Well, you don’t say. More guns. Less crime. And the WP admits it. Interesting.

Well, you don’t say. More guns. Less crime. And the WP admits it. Interesting.
On October 5, 1973, a four year old boy named Josh Miele was horribly burned when his next-door neighbor poured acid on him.
Wendell Jamieson was 7 at the time, and lived just around the corner from the Miele family in the Park Slope area of Brooklyn. He vividly remembered his mother’s warnings after the incident. Nearly 40 years later, Mr. Jamieson is a writer for the NYT: he decided to track down Josh Miele.
Josh Miele is now Dr. Josh Miele. He’s married and has two kids.
He’s also designed maps of the BART system for blind people. His latest project is the “Descriptive Video Exchange”…
Nuts:
And:
It seems that there is a “bar” called the White House in downtown Austin. I’d never heard of the White House before today; it opened “late last year” according to the paper.
I put “bar” in quotes because they don’t have a liquor license. So how do they sell alcohol?
They don’t. They give it away.
How do they make money if they are giving booze away? Volume, volume, volume! Actually, individual “setups” (which I assume consist of ice, cups and mixers) go for $5-$7 each, or as much as your average mixed drink goes for around here, and a “bottomless cup” is $20-$30.
More:
TABC, of course, disagrees with this position, and has raided the White House. But they can’t shut it down:
Mad props to the people behind the White House for figuring out a clever loophole, but I’m not sure I’d want to drink there.
The Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo kind of snuck up on me this year.
I actually don’t care that much about the musical acts at the rodeo, or the rodeo itself. But with the rodeo comes…rodeo food. I’ve been waiting for the HouChron‘s yearly slideshow of rodeo food items.
Turns out they published it a few days ago, but didn’t link it from anyplace I could find it until today. Here you go. Note that there’s a handy “View All” link, too: thanks, HouChron!
(I found out my nephews are going down to Houston for the Rodeo. I’ve made them promise to try the rodeo food; I already have a funnel cake commitment from one of them.)
I know I haven’t been posting updates on the Bell trial, but there’s a reason for that: the jury has been deliberating for the better part of a week.
Yesterday morning, the jury sent a note to the judge stating they were deadlocked. And another juror sent a note to the judge stating that one of the jurors had been doing “outside research” on the case. This is a Bad Thing.
That juror, known as “Juror #3”, has been dismissed and replaced with an alternate juror. The judge has told the jury to restart deliberations, and to pretend that the earlier deliberations never happened.
It kind of sounds like #3 was leaning towards acquittal, but nobody knows for sure.
Obit watch: Bruce Reynolds, the man who planned the Great Train Robbery.
I remember the murder of Jonathan Levin: it was a big deal at the time, mostly because his father was the chairman of Time Warner. Instead of going into business, Levin chose to teach high school:
The Department of Education created the…
Sadly, things haven’t worked out:
Continuing our N.C.A.A. coverage:
Meanwhile, Joel Bauman is a wrestler on scholarship at the University of Minnesota. He’s also a musician, and wants to inspire people through his music.
So?
(I wonder: if he wasn’t selling the video on iTunes, would the N.C.A.A. still have an issue?)
In other news: your dog wants steak. Your dog does not want rodent poison. Your dog does not want people feeding it rodent poison, especially if it is in competition at Westminster.
(It strikes me as odd that a necropsy wasn’t done. “[Lynette] Blue [one of the owners] declined for Cruz to have a necropsy because she was confident that he swallowed poison, she said.” But wouldn’t it be better to have a necropsy done and to be sure, as well as having evidence for a possible criminal case?)
(Gee, wouldn’t this make a good episode of “Law and Order”, if that show was still on the air.)
Obit watch: Van Cliburn. LAT account of his 1994 appearance at the Hollywood Bowl. A/V Club.
Dale Robertson. No A/V Club obit yet.
A friend of mine tipped me off to item #35 on the Austin City Council’s agenda for tomorrow night’s meeting:
Approve a resolution signifying the City Council’s intent to endorse efforts to develop a comprehensive approach to reducing gun crime.
You can find the agenda and supporting materials here. “Supporting materials” includes a draft resolution:
The only thing on that list that would “ensure the safety of our citizens” is “prosecution of straw purchasers and gun traffickers”. The rest of the council’s proposals are the usual “what you do instead of doing something noise”, and none of those proposals will make the public any safer.
Fortunately, this is just a resolution:
In other words, the city council can’t do anything except pass resolutions. Think they’d like some cheese with that whine?
The listed sponsor is Kathie Tovo, with Laura Morrison and William Spelman listed as co-sponsors. You can find contact information for the council here. My suggestion is: be polite, be professional, and make it clear you have a plan to vote out every single one of the SOBs.
Ever hear of the “Broadband Technologies Opportunities Program”? BTOP “passed out several billion dollars to help upgrade broadband networks across America as part of President Obama’s initial stimulus package in 2009”.
Let’s set aside the question of where the government’s constitutional authority to pass out that kind of money for that purpose comes from. Some of that money went to West Virginia.
So they needed routers. Not a problem, right? Except the State of West Virginia and Cisco decided that, instead of purchasing routers for each location that were appropriate for current and projected needs, they’d buy one specific Cisco router for everyone.
But, hey, they can use these routers to run VOIP, right?
And those $20,000 Cisco routers didn’t “come with ‘the appropriate Cisco VoIP modules’ to work with the system.”
And it isn’t just the state police. There’s a one-room library in Marmet (population 1,500), open three days a week, with one internet connection. And they run it through a Cisco 3945.
But how bad could it be? Surely Cisco was the low bidder, right?
I hate to say “I saw this coming” when the Feds first started talking about expanding broadband access. But then again, Hellen Keller would have seen this coming.
Obit watch: C. Everett Koop. (True story: I used to live a stone’s throw away from the DrKoop.com headquarters. I didn’t move; DrKoop.com did.)
The NYT has discovered NFA trusts.
Ever notice how the NYT, LAT, and other media outlets refer to things they don’t like as a “loophole”?
Frankly, I don’t believe the NYT‘s claims here. I suspect they’re being dishonest with the readers. However, I haven’t looked into NFA trusts; I’m not at the point in my life where I’m ready to purchase automatic weapons. (However, my brother and I had a discussion last night, prompted by the existence of “The Sliencer Store” near the movie theater I went to. A silencer for some of my .22LR guns is becoming more tempting.) Are there any readers out there who know more about NFA trusts and are willing to comment?
The LAT, meanwhile, is pre-occupied with the non-existant “gun show loophole”.
Speaking of movies, I considered live-blogging the Oscars on Sunday, but I figured my live blog would go something like this:
7:30 PM: Ceremony finally starts.
7.45 PM: First call by a celebrity for “reasonable gun control”. Sod this for a game of soldiers, I’m going to bed.
The one nice thing to come out of the Oscars, in my humble opinion, was that “Argo” started playing at the Alamo Drafthouses again, and at reasonable times. I ended up seeing a matinee showing yesterday.
Yes, it is very much a “Hollywood saves the world” movie, as well as a “heroic Federal employees” movie. Yes, “based on a true story” means that some of the facts have been fudged.
And I don’t care: “Argo” is a good story, well acted, well directed, and just the right length. Of the nominees I’ve seen, I liked it more than “Django Unchained” and (sorry, Mom) “Lincoln”. (I still want to see “Zero Dark Thirty”, but haven’t gotten to it yet. The other movie from last year I was excited about and didn’t get to see is “The Master”, which I think is going to have to wait for DVD.)
Spoiler: things did not end well for the guy with the hammer. And no guns were involved.
This also gives me a chance to note the arrest of M.C. Hammer, who “became very argumentative” when the police asked him to get out of the car he was driving (“…that had expired registration and that was not registered to him”).
Every time I hear “U Can’t Touch This” on the radio, I want to call the station’s request line and ask them to play Rick James’ “Super Freak”. Then I want to say, “Oh, wait. You just did”, cackle maniacally, and hang up the phone.
Ever since police officers started carrying radios, there have been radio related problems. One problem is “keying the microphone”: basically, pushing the talk button on the microphone and blocking other people from using the channel, or stepping on other people’s transmissions.
Sometimes this is an accident; you shift a little in the seat of your squad car and accidentally hit the button. Sometimes, though, especially in the New York Police Department, it isn’t an accident:
Officers have also been known to “whistle or quack like a duck to show their disdain for whoever preceded them on the airwaves.”
The NYPD’s radios are assigned to individual officers, and transmissions can be associated with a specific radio, but this hasn’t deterred the conduct. To be fair, some of it could, possibly, maybe be user interface issues:
Mr. Padilla works in the 33rd Precinct, under Inspector Joseph Dowling.
But other than open disrespect for commanding officers, does this matter? Yes, it does:
Any bets on when “aspiring rapper” is going to pass “commercial fisherman” as the most dangerous job in America?
And, by the way, you shouldn’t assert facts that can easily be checked, unless you know they’re true:
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It isn’t that I’ve gotten bored with the Bell trial. It’s just that things have been slow and repetitive over the past few days.
The defense has wrapped up closing arguments. I’d go into detail, but you’ve heard it before: it was all “Ratso” Rizzo’s fault.
Also, the prosecution failed to prove their case, why wasn’t the city attorney called, and the whole case is political anyway:
(Isn’t Moriarty a great name for a defense lawyer?)
Yeah. Somehow, I don’t think defending the right of city council members to pillage the city treasury is the kind of windmill Don Quixote would charge at.
And Bello does not strike me as being a convincing Sancho Panza. But he might be able to carry off Don Quixote. Terry Gilliam, call your office, please.
At this point, the case is in the hands of the jury, and we’re just waiting on a verdict.
Today’s LAT has a longish article on the decline and fall of the Jewish deli.
The article gives some reasons why the traditional deli is disappearing: health concerns, growing popularity and availability of ethnic food, the recession, and rising rents.
What, was he sending cars to the most expensive gas stations when business was good?
But here’s what gets me: the second and third paragraphs of the article, describing customers lining up at the now closed Junior’s Deli:
Wow, who would have thought selling unremarkable food in 2013 is no longer a license to print money?
And there’s a previous article about Junior’s linked from the sidebar of today’s:
Apparently, the original owner died in 2011, and left the business to his two sons. The landlord claims that they had a good relationship with the original owner, and gave the deli ” several rent concessions during the recession”, even after the owner’s death.
Wow, who would have thought that wouldn’t be a successful negotiating strategy?