I always get a bit confused when I seeliberals in the media being flabbergasted by how people like Scott Walker, Sam Brownback, Bobby Jindaland other Republican governors can decimate their state’s social services and infrastructure and still claim that everything is going well. By any reasonable measure of economic and social well-being, their states are disasters–anemic job growth, large deficits, large numbers of uninsured, etc. What such astonishment ignores, however, is the fact these guys are not getting elected in order to make sure that their states have goodschools,decenthealth care systems and generally humane social services. They may pay lip service to such things, but what they are really setting out to do is to fundamentally transform the relationship between citizens and the state. That’s why this awful story out of Louisiana isn’t really that surprising if you think about the aims of the modern Republican party the right way…
When I heard that CU Boulder was looking for people who were willing to try riding an “electrically assisted bike” for a few weeks to get a chance at winning a free one, I almost threw my helmet in the ring.
The story said the Exercise Science Lab is recruiting people who usually commute by car or bus for a study of the potential benefits of commuting with such a “bike.”
Then I asked myself:
Is a two-wheeled vehicle with an electric motor really a bike?
I usually commute by bus or by bicycle (without an electric motor), and will do almost anything to avoid driving a car to Boulder, so would I even be eligible?
Didn’t I just spend too much for a new wheel and hub for the ass end of my commuter/MTB? Shouldn’t I start amortizing that?
Within a few hours after commenting on and recommending some of Will Federman’s work on Medium, and questioning the notion that many ordinary people are doing much real journalism gratis, I gained a Twitter follower in search of “online writers.”
This image shows what I found on my new follower’s site:
I’m not linking to the source as I don’t want to help recruit more clutter contributors (not that you would actually want this sort of work).
At least they’re not seeking journalists who will work for nothing.
Shaw told his partner the one time they walked through the sculpture park that he found it a little disturbing, beginning with the fantastical, scrawny, rabbit-like creature that openly mocked Rodin’s The Thinker. There was a dark gray blob that looked like a rotting Mr. Potato Head, a stick figure titled Untitled that was frozen in mid-stretch, and then the scandalous Gymnast III that was clearly an enormous black erection.
“Red,” he remembered Phil saying, “you don’t know shit about art.”
“I’ve got eyes,” he’d said, “and a brain. I know a big dick when I see one sticking right up there between Grand and Locust where it shouldn’t be sticking.”
An excerpt from “Blood Solutions,” a Detective Red Shaw novel
Copyright 2015 B.J. Smith