CAIRO – Al-Qaida confirmed the killing of Osama bin Laden and vowed revenge, saying Friday that Americans' "happiness will turn to sadness."...
GREENFIELD — The town will have a discount department store on French King Highway — it’s just not clear how soon.
Back in the early 90s, shortly after I arrived here, Greenfield became famous (in a modest way) by defeating the zoning proposition for a new Wall-mart. Now Wall-mart has us pretty much surrounded, a store within a 20-minute drive in every direction, I think, and don't tell me a lot of people from hereabouts don't drive to Wall-mart to shop, but the citizenry is still holding out against having one here. Even in the present case, where the "big box" in question must might be a Wall-mart—nobody's saying although the rumors abound. So, no.
Me, I fit right in. With the exception of chocolate and hot showers I make it a principle to be against everything. No matter what. This is New England, after all. Might as well get into the spirit of the thing.
Somewhere along the line, the Kentucky Derby became known as "America's Race," which seems a bit of a misnomer given that the Derby is not a) America's best race, b) America's oldest race, c) the Daytona 500. But so it is with the relentlessly hyped Derby, where undeniable bunkum runs stride for stride with quaint nostalgia and willful anachronism. You can see all of that in the name alone. Since 1896, when the mile-and-a-half race was shrunk to a mile-and-a-quarter, the Derby hasn't been, strictly speaking, a derby.
I myself once neglected, due to sheer laziness, to place my bet on a long-shot Derby winner and that right there is why I'm so grumpy, now you know.
...is the paper milk carton. Really. When's the last time you tried to open one of those? I bought some buttermilk yesterday for corn pone (corn pone with black beans and cheddar cheese, thank you NYTimes) and decided, stupidly, to pour a little on my oatmeal this morning and had to stab the carton with a big knife just to get at the stuff. Also yell a lot. There oughta be a law.
BERLIN (Reuters) - A mayor in Germany helped rescue a man who became trapped in a women's prison after mistaking it for a shortcut to a nearby park, police in the northern city of Hildesheim said on Wednesday.
Hildesheim Mayor Henning Blum heard the man's cries for help...
I don't plan on reading this book so it won't wind up on the official book list but still, of you're into that nature stuff, you might find it interesting.
Blackwater's (now XE) new ethics chief is none other than the notorious Bushie, John Ashocroft. As Wired notes, he's " the official who vigorously defended the Patriot Act’s sweeping surveillance powers; told civil libertarians that their dissents “only aid terrorists,” and covered up the Spirit of Justice’s boob.
8:54 a.m. The egging of a house in Blake Court appeared to be someone’s idea of a yolk.
For Evanston Mayor Elizabeth Tisdahl, the decision to deny Tilted Kilt's application wasn't all that difficult....
"The final straw was at the end of the liquor commission hearing," she said. "I was given a business card from the owner that shows a picture of one of the entertainers — that is what the waitresses are called. She had no head — it was just breasts, a shrug shirt, a bare midriff and the kilt, that little skirt."
Barack Obama’s curiously tardy release of his long form birth certificate...certainly illustrates that if you want to get Obama to move on something the best approach is to call in a Republican politician. He responds to them more favorably than he does, say, to liberal Democrats.
"Justice has been done," President Barack Obama said...
...wait, a White House Correspondents' Dinner Party? Really? Is that sort of like where everybody goes after the prom?
Apparently it is.