Only in America, Part IX:
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Only in America, Part IX:
Blues benefit: If you’re on Pittsburgh’s South Side tonight, and good music and good food tickles your fancy, you can be a good person by hitting Excuses for a benefit. A local, 15-year-old guitar phenom (I won’t even try to spell his name — Zak somebody) is playing, so it should be worth the $10 and your time.
Only in America, Part VIII:
Going down to South Park: It was only a matter of time before someone caught on to the fact that South Park is nothing more than propaganda for the vast right wing conspiracy:
South Park Republicans are true Republicans, though they do not look or act like Pat Robertson. They believe in liberty, not conformity. They can enjoy watching The Sopranos even if they are New Jersey Italians. They can appreciate the tight abs of Britney Spears or Brad Pitt without worrying about the nation’s decaying moral fiber. They strongly believe in liberty, personal responsibility, limited government, and free markets. However, they do not live by the edicts of political correctness.
Speaking of journalists that fib: No less of an authority than the New York Times falls victim to the faulty logic of environmentalists who would have you believe that your cell phone and equipment weigh one pound. (I blogged this in my pre-permalink days; scroll down to May 8, 9:14 p.m. to see how ahead of the curve I was) The newer data, unlike the original data, says the figure includes chargers, not paying mind to the fact that most chargers are now AC adaptors than can be reused (I use my own charger to charge my phone as well as charge batteries for a portable tape recorder I use).
Even if I were to throw out my charger and phone, it would still only be about 12 ounces. The data about throwing phones out after 18 months is suspect at best: most people I know keep their phones for two years or more, and I know quite a few people who are still on their first phone after being early adopters (weâ€™re not all vain). On top of it, a lot of people are willing to either recycle their old phones or hold onto it as a backup.
“If producers have to take back their cellphones, they have an incentive to make products that generate less waste and are easier to recycle,” said Bette K. Fishbein, an economist who was lead author of the study. “Australia has a nationwide take-back program, and Europe is about to mandate that companies take back their electronics. The same should be done in the U.S.”
Once again, someone who thinks they are smarter than you would rather legislate your behavior than trust you to do the right thing. Couldnâ€™t we at least try to have companies and consumers do this on their own before imposing Draconian rules?
Light posting: I didn’t mean to have that picture of a woman fondling a big glass penis at the top of my page for so many days in a row, but life sort of got in the way. I underwent a sleep study last night, which means you’re tangled in so many wires and monitors that you don’t get to sleep at all. Got friends in town this weekend, a messy apartment and a car that needs to be inspected.
But enough bitching. Here’s some stuff to tide you over until I can get some sleep and get back to normal posting….
Shoot blanks — not bullets — to avoid war with Iraq.
Another reporter — this one in nearby Johnstown, Pa. — made up sources.
Can you say potential stalker?
Only in America, Part VII: From the LPGA tour…