. . why someone would start a wild fire on purpose? Arson perplexes me.
. . why someone would start a wild fire on purpose? Arson perplexes me.
I had an acquaintance who was an arsonist. you Phoenix people probably remember that guy who was torching all those houses under construction near nature preserves a few years ago. the "eco-terrorist" supposedly. Anyway I know that guy, know his wife (well, ex-wife, now), know his daughter. was friendly with him but wouldn't call him a 'friend', he always creeped me out. Anyway he did it because he could. once he got one done, he got a huge thrill out of it and just kept going.
also, the huge Rodeo-Chedeski wildfire in Az a few years back was partly started by a guy looking for a job fighting wildfires.
I remember that out of work fire-fighter. That was fucked up.
I can't understand at all the sexual thing though.
It must be some sort of power trip. I'm guessing. A need to control?
So they arrested him, interrogated him, blah blah blah. Finally they convinced his best friend to wear a wire. (I know this guy & his family too). The friend says he wore the wire to help the guy prove his innocence. On a camping trip to the Grand Canyon the arsonist confessed to the friend with the wire that he'd set all the fires.
Man, that really backfired on the guys best friend; no pun intended.
. . . why these boards have been so random and rather uninteresting lately?
I'm finding myself actually getting work done. "Oh the humanity."
I am. But, during my few moments of down time that happen throughout the day, I would find myself here and lately there hasn't been much here to keep me from doing the things that I really should be doing - such as grading papers or planning etc.
No, sometimes I wish I could though - not for the boards, but more for other recreational matters.
The little buggers drive me to drink at times.
2011 Wishlist: Soviet Soviet, Swans, Heroin and Your Veins, Lower Dens, The December Sound, Scarlet Youth, Faunts, Bad Lieutenant, The Besnard Lakes, The Raveonettes, Screen Vinyl Image, Sway
Sweeping the Clouds Away
By VIRGINIA HEFFERNAN
Published: November 18, 2007
Just don’t bring the children. According to an earnest warning on Volumes 1 and 2, “Sesame Street: Old School” is adults-only: “These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.”
Say what? At a recent all-ages home screening, a hush fell over the room. “What did they do to us?” asked one Gen-X mother of two, finally. The show rolled, and the sweet trauma came flooding back. What they did to us was hard-core. Man, was that scene rough. The masonry on the dingy brownstone at 123 Sesame Street, where the closeted Ernie and Bert shared a dismal basement apartment, was deteriorating. Cookie Monster was on a fast track to diabetes. Oscar’s depression was untreated. Prozacky Elmo didn’t exist.
Nothing in the children’s entertainment of today, candy-colored animation hopped up on computer tricks, can prepare young or old for this frightening glimpse of simpler times. Back then — as on the very first episode, which aired on PBS Nov. 10, 1969 — a pretty, lonely girl like Sally might find herself befriended by an older male stranger who held her hand and took her home. Granted, Gordon just wanted Sally to meet his wife and have some milk and cookies, but . . . well, he could have wanted anything. As it was, he fed her milk and cookies. The milk looks dangerously whole.
Live-action cows also charge the 1969 screen — cows eating common grass, not grain improved with hormones. Cows are milked by plain old farmers, who use their unsanitary hands and fill one bucket at a time. Elsewhere, two brothers risk concussion while whaling on each other with allergenic feather pillows. Overweight layabouts, lacking touch-screen iPods and headphones, jockey for airtime with their deafening transistor radios. And one of those radios plays a late-’60s news report — something about a “senior American official” and “two billion in credit over the next five years” — that conjures a bleak economic climate, with war debt and stagflation in the offing.
The old “Sesame Street” is not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for softies born since 1998, when the chipper “Elmo’s World” started. Anyone who considers bull markets normal, extracurricular activities sacrosanct and New York a tidy, governable place — well, the original “Sesame Street” might hurt your feelings.
I asked Carol-Lynn Parente, the executive producer of “Sesame Street,” how exactly the first episodes were unsuitable for toddlers in 2007. She told me about Alistair Cookie and the parody “Monsterpiece Theater.” Alistair Cookie, played by Cookie Monster, used to appear with a pipe, which he later gobbled. According to Parente, “That modeled the wrong behavior” — smoking, eating pipes — “so we reshot those scenes without the pipe, and then we dropped the parody altogether.”
Which brought Parente to a feature of “Sesame Street” that had not been reconstructed: the chronically mood-disordered Oscar the Grouch. On the first episode, Oscar seems irredeemably miserable — hypersensitive, sarcastic, misanthropic. (Bert, too, is described as grouchy; none of the characters, in fact, is especially sunshiney except maybe Ernie, who also seems slow.) “We might not be able to create a character like Oscar now,” she said.
Snuffleupagus is visible only to Big Bird; since 1985, all the characters can see him, as Big Bird’s old protestations that he was not hallucinating came to seem a little creepy, not to mention somewhat strained. As for Cookie Monster, he can be seen in the old-school episodes in his former inglorious incarnation: a blue, googly-eyed cookievore with a signature gobble (“om nom nom nom”). Originally designed by Jim Henson for use in commercials for General Foods International and Frito-Lay, Cookie Monster was never a righteous figure. His controversial conversion to a more diverse diet wouldn’t come until 2005, and in the early seasons he comes across a Child’s First Addict.
The biggest surprise of the early episodes is the rural — agrarian, even — sequences. Episode 1 spends a stoned time warp in the company of backlighted cows, while they mill around and chew cud. This pastoral scene rolls to an industrial voiceover explaining dairy farms, and the sleepy chords of Joe Raposo’s aimless masterpiece, “Hey Cow, I See You Now.” Chewing the grass so green/Making the milk/Waiting for milking time/Waiting for giving time/Mmmmm.
Oh, what’s that? Right, the trance of early “Sesame Street” and its country-time sequences. In spite of the show’s devotion to its “target child,” the “4-year-old inner-city black youngster” (as The New York Times explained in 1979), the first episodes join kids cavorting in amber waves of grain — black children, mostly, who must be pressed into service as the face of America’s farms uniquely on “Sesame Street.”
In East Harlem and Bedford-Stuyvesant in 1978, 95 percent of households with kids ages 2 to 5 watched “Sesame Street.” The figure was even higher in Washington. Nationwide, though, the number wasn’t much lower, and was largely determined by the whims of the PBS affiliates: 80 percent in houses with young children. The so-called inner city became anywhere that “Sesame Street” played, because the Children’s Television Workshop declared the inner city not a grim sociological reality but a full-color fantasy — an eccentric scene, framed by a box and far removed from real farmland and city streets alike.
The concept of the “inner city” — or “slums,” as The Times bluntly put it in its first review of “Sesame Street” — was therefore transformed into a kind of Xanadu on the show: a bright, no-clouds, clear-air place where people bopped around with monsters and didn’t worry too much about money, cleanliness or projecting false cheer. The Upper West Side, hardly a burned-out ghetto, was said to be the model.
People on “Sesame Street” had limited possibilities and fixed identities, and (the best part) you weren’t expected to change much. The harshness of existence was a given, and no one was proposing that numbers and letters would lead you “out” of your inner city to Elysian suburbs. Instead, “Sesame Street” suggested that learning might merely make our days more bearable, more interesting, funnier. It encouraged us, above all, to be nice to our neighbors and to cultivate the safer pleasures that take the edge off — taking baths, eating cookies, reading. Don’t tell the kids.
Funny, I had a similar initial reaction.
It's interesting how these past childhood icons are being pegged as inappropriate. First Mr. Rogers and now Sesame Street. It seems that we want to create this crystalline world for the children with no recognition of reality.
2-5 yr old kids are so intelligent these days. I know my kids understand all the perceived drug references in Sesame Street. Plus my kids are just smarter and stronger than your kids.
In college we would get really stoned and watch Sesame Street and CHiPs. Good times.
I still am a bit taken a back by the need to actually package the DVD release as adult entertainment.
Why did they have to deport him?
Illegal entrant who saved boy in desert thought of his own children
By Amanda Lee Myers
Asscociated Press Writer
Tucson, Arizona | Published: 11.28.2007
An illegal immigrant who rescued a 9-year-old boy from the southern Arizona desert said Wednesday he was thinking of his own four children when he halted his two-day walk from Mexico to help the boy.
Manuel Jesus Cordova Soberanes told The Associated Press that he never could have left the boy to continue his journey, even though he was just eight hours from reaching Tucson.
“I am a father of four children. For that, I stayed,” Cordova said in Spanish from his home in Magdalena de Kino in the Mexican state of Sonora. “I never could have left him. Never.”
If he had left, authorities say it could have meant death for the boy, 9-year-old Christopher Buztheitner, who had an injured leg, was dressed in shorts despite the desert cold and had just lost his mother in a car crash.
Christopher and his mother, 45-year-old Dawn Alice Tomko, had been in the area camping, Santa Cruz County Sheriff Tony Estrada said.
He said Tomko was driving on a U.S. Forest Service road in a remote area just north of the Mexican border when she lost control of her van on a curve on Thanksgiving Day. The van vaulted off a cliff into a canyon and landed 300feet from the road.
Cordova, a 26-year-old bricklayer who was hoping to find work in Arizona, said he was two days into his walk when he spotted Christopher, who had a dog with him and held a side mirror from the van. One of his legs also was scratched up and discolored.
The two could not communicate because Christopher only speaks English and Cordova only speaks Spanish. But Cordova said the boy took him to the canyon’s edge and showed him the accident.
The two would spend the next 14 hours together before a group of hunters found them and called for help. U.S. Border Patrol agents took Cordova into custody, and Christopher was flown to a hospital in Tucson.
Christopher was reunited with family over the weekend and Cordova was taken back to Mexico.
That's really fucking horrifying.
What's happening in Burma now? Is the news bored of it, or has it really gone quiet?
I don't know if the news is, but I am. Let's send in troops to help kill all the people who are getting killed faster.
And the Man returns.
. . . why so many kids are "suffering" from ADHD these days?
Is it genetics or environment? I've been teaching for 10 years and it seems that the numbers almost double each year. I have easily close to 30% of my students with this diagnosis. What is happening?
Bad parenting, bad medicine, and adderall will make pretty much anybody a better student.
Because it's an easy diagnosis for a lazy doctor. I had to do research on this a few years ago and way more children are diagnosed than actually have it. The tests for it can vary so much, and so many doctors just rely on one or two indicators instead of actually investigating a child's behavior.