March, 2012 archive
Social networking, the polite way:
A 14-year-old boy has been charged with threatening on Facebook to shoot a student at Virginia Beach Middle School, according to the commonwealth’s attorney’s office. A search of his home turned up no weapons.
According to a search warrant filed in Circuit Court, another student saw the Facebook post March 9 and told a parent, who told the principal, who told the police officer assigned to the school.
The Commander Guy muses on the Republican War on Knowledge. A nugget:
Putting it a little more politely, I believe that opposition to science stems from a populist reaction to the fact that it takes over educated eggheads using hard to understand skills sets to run the Country post 19th century.
Read the rest.
Yesterday’s bank failure:
The trickle of failure is the actual trickle of trickle-down trickery.
B. F. Skinner:
Forgetting that an estimate is an estimate . . .
BP has identified 10,000 documents, out of more than 80,000 the government has sought to suppress, that relate to estimates of the April 2010 spill, the London-based oil producer said in a court filing yesterday in federal court in New Orleans. The U.S. estimated in August 2010 that 4.9 million barrels of oil, plus or minus 10 percent, spilled into the Gulf after a rig exploded.
Meanwhile, the view from Gulfport differs from the view from New York, London, and wherever the hell in Switzerland Buccaneer Petroleum calls home these days:
Since BP’s catastrophic oil blowout nearly two years ago, Laurel Lockamy has gotten pretty good at photographing the dead. She’s snapped images of dozens of lifeless turtles and dolphins, countless dead fish, birds, armadillos and nutria and pretty much anything that crawls, swims or flies near the white sandy Mississippi beaches of her Gulfport home.
Locals say this is far from normal. Laurel’s pictures can be hard to believe; photos of large bottlenose dolphins, their mouths agape and their silvery bodies stretched out like aluminum mannequins on the tar ball-littered sand as children frolic nearby in the warm waters of the Gulf. She’s taken shots of rotten, decaying endangered sea turtles wasting away on the shores, sprayed with orange paint by marine mammal experts for disposal by beach cleanup crews who sometimes take days to respond.
Daniel Ruth considers Newt the Gingrinch’s campaign:
Once upon a time and a wife or two ago, Gingrich was a big shot, the second most politically powerful figure in the nation. Now he’s been reduced to the campaign trail equivalent of a strip mall photo booth.
When you stare into a mirror and see St. Thomas Aquinas, Winston Churchill and Mount Rushmore staring back, it’s not easy to accept that the body politic has rejected you.
So Newt Gingrich, the Norma Desmond of the stump, continues to annoy people. He knows the moment he officially ends the campaign his moment in the limelight, no matter how dim and flickering, is over for good.
In one short paragraph, the Booman cuts to the quick:
The Sanford, Florida, authorities seemed to want the answer to that question to be, “Yes.”
Still improving slowly:
Initial jobless claims fell 5,000 in the week ended March 24 to 359,000, the lowest since April 2008, the Labor Department reported today in Washington. The median forecast of economists in a Bloomberg News survey called for 350,000 claims. With the report, the government data also contain revisions dating back to 2007.
The four-week moving average, a less-volatile measure than the weekly figures, fell to 365,000 last week from 368,500.
The number of people continuing to receive jobless benefits dropped by 41,000 in the week ended March 17 to 3.34 million.
This seems rather silly:
It’s a very American story. The parents have appealed to the courts . . . .