Archive: July, 2005
Going Fishing. Back next week.
I'm clicking through the coverage of London, the latest reports of police gunning down a man they chased through the Tube, the split-personality reporting after Round 2 of the transportation-system bombings - Brits defiant, Brits wary.
Philly Future helpfully collected a series of local posts yesterday as bloggers came to grips with the reports of the four bombing attempts. It's reminding me of what it was like to travel across Europe in the days and weeks and months after Sept. 11, which I missed - at least missed the way most Americans experienced it. I was in Frankfurt, reporting on the auto show, when it happened, and after a friend sent me a text message about the second plane, I raced back to the media room, where rows of reporters were still typing about the latest Ford.
I remember stopping an American executive and his young assistant, apologizing, but asking if they knew anything. They looked at me as if I had interrupted the most important discussion on the continent. The reporter next to me, Steve Komarow from USA Today, was right on the money. "I have the feeling that everything we do for the next few years will have to do with today." He's been to Afghanistan and Iraq more than a dozen times since.
So what will it be today -- a feature on the new Walnut Bridge Coffee House near Penn ("a number of delicious teas can be had") or a photo essay with sound of the Italian Market ("They dont take nothing thats been killed already," a chicken vendor says of his customers demands for freshness).
Lets start with the chicken man.
Deja Vu in London. Three subway small explosions in the underground, and a double-decker bus's windows blown out. No fatalities. Happened after lunch hour, local time. Police chased an injured suspect into a hospital. Botched? Copy cat? Chaotic initial reports of the events that less successfully mirror the attacks that left 56 dead and more than 700 injured exacly two weeks earlier.
"There was a mass panic." Eyewitness reports here.
Police Commissioner Ian Blair's statement on the incidents, which were nearly simultaneous: "At the moment the casualty numbers appear to be very low in the explosions. The bombs appear to be smaller than on the last occasion."
They're available on WFMU's Beware of the Blog. And they're free.
The fastest-selling online song ever is the Live8 version of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" that Paul McCartney sang with U2, the Guardian reports.
But that doesn't hold a candle to the boy from Bonn.
You think of Quentin Tarantino and Kevin Smith right away, when asked which films drop the most f-bombs, but you'd never think anyone actually spent time charting this potty-mouth parlor game on a graph.
Wikipedia has what you're looking for. A list of the films that use the word the most, including a f-per-minute rate.
You think you know the winner?
Sorry we missed the Death Star subwoofer on Ebay. Can't resist something with testimonial quotes like, "Jesus Christ, what's that?"
A little over-engineered, but the 900W sucker will loosen fillings during all Deep Purple songs.
The good news is that life-sized Rocky statue we wrote about a few weeks back is still available. (Back story here.)