Other gangs cited in the report, like the Haitian Boys Posse or the Custer Street Gang, are linked to homicides, gun running, and drug trafficking. Juggalo gang activity cited by the FBI cites is a notably lower caliber: thefts, hand-to-hand drug sales and felony assaults. The FBI has recently had difficulty distinguishing ordinary American Muslims from terrorists; now it appears it has a similar problem distinguishing teenage fads from criminal conspiracies.
"Social networking websites are a popular conveyance for Juggalo sub-culture to communicate and expand," the FBI warns.
Worse, "Juggalos' disorganization and lack of structure within their groups, coupled with their transient nature, makes it difficult to classify them and identify their members and migration patterns."
Most problematically, since Juggalos evidently believe themselves to be badasses, an FBI report legitimizing their outlaw image will surely embolden them. A generation of teenagers will come to believe it is acceptable to spray each other with Midwestern-specific soda and devalue lyricism in hip hop.
Every week, Google employees internally vote up the questions that they want the executives to answer at the meeting, and this one made the list, so CEO Larry Page read this aloud to the whole company:
jwz says, the way you "support" pseudonyms is as follows:
- Stop deleting peoples' accounts when you suspect that the name they are using is not their legal name.
- There is no step 2.
Can we do this?
To nobody's great surprise, his answer was a very long-winded "no".
Our basic character was an urban guerilla fighter against a tyranny, but we needed him to be more theatrical and flamboyant and eccentric. It had been established that he would be an escapee from a medical experiment lab and mentally affected by that, so the craziness of having him adopt the persona the costume and the mission of the historic thwarted revolutionary, Guy Fawkes, seemed like a good way of giving us what we wanted for V. It was an insane brainstorm of mine that just fit into to what we needed. And I wanted his mask to be an ordinary one you could get in any store around November the 5th but we created V in the Summer so I couldn't get one anywhere, so I invented my own.
What is the meaning behind the expression on the mask?
The smile was an accident caused by my memory of the moustache on the regular masks that I couldn't find. But it was a happy accident. Meaning? Resonance, more. Smile on the face of the tiger. Smile in the face of adversity. Smile though your heart is aching. Laugh and the world laughs with you. Immovable, inviolable optimism...
A memo from Deputy Director of Taxi Services Christiane Hayashi and Accessible Services Manager Annette Williams says the agency is issuing bumper stickers to taxi drivers telling Parking Control Officers not to cite them.
Taxis stopped in bike lanes are already a routine danger for bicyclists in San Francisco, and legitimizing the practice could encourage more of it. When blocked, bicycle riders are typically forced into passing motor traffic or between parked cars, where drivers or taxi passengers may open doors in their path.
Condoning such a dangerous practice seems incongruous with the SFMTA's policy goals of improving the safety of bicycling in the city.
Leah Shahum, executive director of the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition, said the organization "has real concerns about the agency's confusing policy regarding taxi pick-ups and drop-offs in bicycle lanes, which seems to invite conflict and unsafe conditions."
You may have heard that John McCarthy died yesterday at 84. As the inventor of Lisp, the world's second-oldest programming language, and coiner of the phrase "artificial intelligence", it's fair to say that (aside from Turing) there's nobody whose contributions to computer science have had a bigger impact on my life.
Today would be a good day for you to read his 1960 paper, Recursive Functions of Symbolic Expressions and Their Computation by Machine.
I met him once. It was 1992, shortly after the first public release of Lucid Emacs, and rpg came into my office and said, "McCarthy's trying to use lemacs, and his dot-emacs file isn't working. You need to go over to Stanford and fix it for him."
Needless to say, I got a move on.
So I sat at his desk in his completely normal university office, debugged some emacs-lisp code for him, and tried not to think about how weird that was.
He was a nice guy.
Just to be clear, since some people seem to have not understood, the only reason he's on our list at #3 is because he's the most viable candidate whose name is not David Chiu. "Not David Chiu" is the outcome that we in the nightlife industry care about most of all, and the #3 slot is your "last resort" vote.
But Lee's going to win no matter what, because his backers are well-funded and well-connected enough that they can engage in these kinds of antics and get away with them.
In the 1960s, the skies above the United States were patrolled by agents of the apocalypse. Air Force B-52 Stratofortresses circled the North American continent, 24 hours a day, cradling two megabombs in their bellies. Those B-53 bombs each weighed 10,000 pounds. Were one to drop on the White House, a nine-megaton yield would destroy all life out into suburban Maryland and Virginia.
Out at the Energy Department's Pantex Plant near Amarillo, Texas, the last of America's B-53s is in storage. Come Tuesday, it will be dissected: The 300 pounds of high explosives will be separated from its enriched uranium heart, known as a "pit." The pit will be placed into a storage locker at Pantex, where it will await a final, highly supervised termination.
First brought into the U.S. nuclear stockpile in 1962, the B-53 was so big because it was so dumb. With poor precision mechanisms for finding a target -- "Its accuracy was horrendous," Kristensen says. And it was designed to burrow deep. The dumb bomb wouldn't destroy [a target] so much as it would destroy everything remotely near it, leaving -- literally -- a smoldering crater.
At its height, the U.S. had 400 of the mega-gravity bombs.