Rolling Stone magazine was one of my favorites as a teen into my 20's.
As a musician, I kept up on what was hot and what wasn't up until about
20 years ago. My taste in music changed, or more accurately, the 'Hip
Hop/R&B' fusion which now dominates pop music passed me by, so most
music mags became irrelevant to me.
They do, however, have a long
history of doing social stories, usually with a liberal slant, but not
always. For instance, PJ O'Rourke, an avowed libertarian, ran their
Foreign Affairs desk for over a decade.
I do enjoy Matt Taibbi's
explanations of the marriage between government and Wall St, although
they are rather long and snarky. BTW, Obama has not gotten a pass from
him at all.
My niece and nephew (12 and 10) got me a one year
subscription to RS about two years ago as a Christmas gift. I did renew
it last year, it was really cheap. I think less than 15 bucks. Eventually, probably not long, the print mag will go under.
Once more, I think the glamor cover was in bad taste.
Now,
to the article (which I read online, haven't received it yet). There is
nothing really new here. It just describes in greater detail what we
already have heard.
I'll give my synopsis, far shorter than the article itself, which is loaded with anecdotes from those who knew him.
To
all who knew him, this Jahar kid was a well adjusted, well liked
Americanized immigrant. However, there were family problems. In fact the
article focuses much on a divide between the father and older brother
as to who was the acting 'patriarch'. The father comes off in the piece
quite like the Uncle, who condemned the boys immediately after the
bombing. Just a hard working guy trying to make a go of things, but
without the same financial success. The Mom, however, seems quite
dominant. The older boy was the apple of her eye, and with his boxing
success, the family 'Golden Child'.
The older boy never
assimilated like Jahar seemed to, and clearly had a few issues all
along. I would almost equate him to a heavy smoker who quits himself,
then becomes a pain in the ass to every smoker on the planet. Quite
frankly, he's the author of his own mess. His own big mouth derailed his
boxing prospects, and out of anger embraced radical Islam. He remained
the family 'stud', with the exception of the Father, who didn't like it
at all. The Mother, in turn, nurtured this. She, BTW, seems like a bit
of a nut herself. Very outspoken, once upon a time into extreme American
fashion, then following the son into radical Islam, yet arrested for
shoplifting clothes, then running out on the charges. A real extreme
personality.
In fact, this is essentially the point of the
article, I believe. This entire family was chock full of 'all or
nothing' personalities. They were either totally for something, or
completely against things, irrationally so.
Driven by anger, even rage. Jahar seemed to be the exception, but clearly wasn't
The
article does make the casual connection to the older one being involved
in a homicide, which, if so, seemed to be a result of his friend
'dissing' Islam. They also point to growing evidence this man was quite
well known as a radical in his native land, and the Mom is likely the
same.
In the end, this Jahar appears to have been fully committed
for quite some time, yet adept at hiding it. I equate it to the 9/11
terrorists, who were at titty bars one day, on planes slashing peoples
throats the next. It seems the tragedy came together quickly. I get the
idea the brother said "OK, it's time now", and that's all there was to
it. Jahar just flew right into action as his own belief system told him
to.
It doesn't so much sympathize at all with this kid. The
scariest part is, the article's intention is to find out where this mans
head was at, and can't come up with any rational answers. He fooled
everybody.
BTW, much is made in the article of Jahar assimilating seamlessly into adolescent life in Cambridge,
noted for it's liberalism and diversity. It's also worth noting the
article hints these were nothing more than malcontents who used radical
Islam as their 'Avenue' to vent their anger.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Thursday, February 9, 2012
10,000 miles with the NY Giants
Well, well, well.
On October 17, 1971, my father took me for a ride into the Bronx, to view an NFL NY Giants game at old Yankee stadium. I've been hooked ever since.
Earlier this year, what was probably something of an 'off of the cuff' offer, turned into a magical trip back into my childhood.
In a world where the phrase "it's who you know" means more now than ever before, I know someone who knows someone. I know a guy, who knows the guy, who owns the printing press that prints tickets.
My friend has blessed me with amazing tix to the Yankees, Mets, Giants, Jets, Rangers, Islanders, even the US Open Tennis Tournament. Broadway shows as well. The seats are always topnotch. When I would ask him about where he got these great seats from, he was always vague, and would only say he could get anything except Super Bowl tickets.
For the passed two seasons, I went to both Indianapolis and New England to watch the Jets both lose, and win. Not being much of a Jet fan, it was rather half heartedly. Sure, I enjoyed the games, but never really felt I had a stake in things, as I was a diehard Giants fan.
Earlier this year, my friend said he had an option on Super Bowl tix. Not being much of a sports fan (unbelievable, right?), he wanted to know if I would take the tix this year. He had no interest in going to Indianapolis, but was intrigued by the prospect of both a New Orleans 2013 and New York 2014 Super Bowl. He's totally more about 'pomp and circumstance' than the games, but didn't want to pass up an opportunity to get on 'the list', so to speak. That's it. "If you could go, would you?" I figured, what the hell, you only live once, I might never get this chance again. Plus, I'd been to Indy before, and had myself a good ole time at the Slippery Noodle Blues Bar. It would be expensive, but, again, not having to pay an arm and a leg for a scalped ticket had to be worth something.
Now, I should mention, I'm something of a regular to Giants games at the Meadowlands. In the past 5 years, I'm probably averaging 2-3 games a year, this year more like 5. As everyone knows, the Giants season was up and down, and no one was predicting a deep run into the playoffs, never mind a Super Bowl.
Through accidental coincidences, I managed to get to both the Jets game and the Dallas game, both at the end of the year. I almost didn't go to either, as I had no interest in a Christmas Eve MTA travel debacle for the inter city rivalry, and certainly didn't want to commit to a meaningless game on New Years Day.
Well, suddenly we were playing better and made the playoffs. In yet one more amazing coincidence, a season ticket holder I knew couldn't make the home playoff game against Atlanta, so my cousin and I secured them at face value!sb
After the home win, I actually started daydreaming about the possibility of my team playing in the SB. I felt it wasn't likely, as all 3 teams left had beaten us in the regular season. But, it was possible.
My cousin came up with the idea of going to Green Bay. He and I had been at the regular season loss together, and knew we could at least play with them. We got 4 guys together, kept costs down, flew to Chicago Saturday nite. Rented a car, drove 3/4 the way up, and stayed at a total fleabag hotel..
...to be continued
On October 17, 1971, my father took me for a ride into the Bronx, to view an NFL NY Giants game at old Yankee stadium. I've been hooked ever since.
Earlier this year, what was probably something of an 'off of the cuff' offer, turned into a magical trip back into my childhood.
In a world where the phrase "it's who you know" means more now than ever before, I know someone who knows someone. I know a guy, who knows the guy, who owns the printing press that prints tickets.
My friend has blessed me with amazing tix to the Yankees, Mets, Giants, Jets, Rangers, Islanders, even the US Open Tennis Tournament. Broadway shows as well. The seats are always topnotch. When I would ask him about where he got these great seats from, he was always vague, and would only say he could get anything except Super Bowl tickets.
For the passed two seasons, I went to both Indianapolis and New England to watch the Jets both lose, and win. Not being much of a Jet fan, it was rather half heartedly. Sure, I enjoyed the games, but never really felt I had a stake in things, as I was a diehard Giants fan.
Earlier this year, my friend said he had an option on Super Bowl tix. Not being much of a sports fan (unbelievable, right?), he wanted to know if I would take the tix this year. He had no interest in going to Indianapolis, but was intrigued by the prospect of both a New Orleans 2013 and New York 2014 Super Bowl. He's totally more about 'pomp and circumstance' than the games, but didn't want to pass up an opportunity to get on 'the list', so to speak. That's it. "If you could go, would you?" I figured, what the hell, you only live once, I might never get this chance again. Plus, I'd been to Indy before, and had myself a good ole time at the Slippery Noodle Blues Bar. It would be expensive, but, again, not having to pay an arm and a leg for a scalped ticket had to be worth something.
Now, I should mention, I'm something of a regular to Giants games at the Meadowlands. In the past 5 years, I'm probably averaging 2-3 games a year, this year more like 5. As everyone knows, the Giants season was up and down, and no one was predicting a deep run into the playoffs, never mind a Super Bowl.
Through accidental coincidences, I managed to get to both the Jets game and the Dallas game, both at the end of the year. I almost didn't go to either, as I had no interest in a Christmas Eve MTA travel debacle for the inter city rivalry, and certainly didn't want to commit to a meaningless game on New Years Day.
Well, suddenly we were playing better and made the playoffs. In yet one more amazing coincidence, a season ticket holder I knew couldn't make the home playoff game against Atlanta, so my cousin and I secured them at face value!sb
After the home win, I actually started daydreaming about the possibility of my team playing in the SB. I felt it wasn't likely, as all 3 teams left had beaten us in the regular season. But, it was possible.
My cousin came up with the idea of going to Green Bay. He and I had been at the regular season loss together, and knew we could at least play with them. We got 4 guys together, kept costs down, flew to Chicago Saturday nite. Rented a car, drove 3/4 the way up, and stayed at a total fleabag hotel..
...to be continued
Thursday, January 5, 2012
I don't write much.
No, I don't.
But, I'm going to start.
I was a construction worker, got hurt on the job, and was awarded what is basically an early retirement. I'm bored shitless, and out of shape. At the same time, my mind has never been sharper, even though my attention span is dismal.
What to do, what to do.
We shall see!
But, I'm going to start.
I was a construction worker, got hurt on the job, and was awarded what is basically an early retirement. I'm bored shitless, and out of shape. At the same time, my mind has never been sharper, even though my attention span is dismal.
What to do, what to do.
We shall see!
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