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Earlier this month, NYPD ran anti-terrorism exercises around the city, trying to prepare itself for the potential of simultaneous terrorist attacks. The simulations were unlike any the city had seen before, instead mirroring the 2008 Mumbai attacks. Spanning three days, the attacks on the most populous Indian city claimed the lives of 178 people. "It was a model that most counter terrorism practitioners hadn't really considered," said Mitchell Silber, head of the NYPD's intelligence analysis division. "The armed gunmen roaming around the city taking hostages, that wasn't something we had seen by any jihadist group." During the more than five hours of simulations, police learned that they still have a lot of work to do, particularly in containing and anticipating the terrorists. But at least now, the department knows where they need to improve. [WSJ]
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Filed Under: anti-terror exercises, mumbai attacks, nypd, terrorist attacks
Senior military commanders in Afghanistan are discussing expanding U.S. Special Operations raids into tribal areas over the Pakistani border. Officials feel that Pakistan has not done enough to rid the area of insurgents, and with the first stages of troop withdrawal approaching, hope to make progress while they still can. There is a belief that more routine incursions into the country will provide the military with much needed intelligence. The greatest risk of the plan, which would have to be approved by President Obama, is that it could further anger the Pakistani government and might be viewed back home as the opening of a new front in an extremely unpopular war. Up until now, fear of backlash has limited activity in the country, with the exception being C.I.A. operated drones. [NYT]
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Filed Under: endless war, afghanistan, pakistan
The FCC is set to pass Chairman Julius Genachowski's proposed net neutrality rules tomorrow. Though the new regulations seek to prevent internet carriers from interfering with web traffic, by barring discrimination of legal internet traffic and requiring more transparency, they also include fewer restrictions on broadband wireless networks and allow broadband providers to charge companies more for faster service. Genachowski's proposal has managed to anger both sides of the political divide, something which can be seen in the opinions of the members of the FCC's five-member board. The two Republicans feel the new rules will be a burden and discourage investment, while the two Democrats feel they don't do enough to dissuade broadband providers from abusing their power. Despite their reservations, the Democrats have agreed to vote in favor of the new rules. [WSJ]
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Filed Under: net neutrality, internet, internet traffic, julius genachowski
Julian Assange's manifesto decrying the "conspiratorial power" of the United States was unearthed months ago. But despite the revelations therein, the debate over WikiLeaks keeps getting boiled down to transparency versus secrecy — with the assumption that Assange is on the side of the former.
Transparency and freedom of information, defenders argue, is critical to making our democracy function, bringing state secrets to light to prevent the exploitation of the public’s ignorance. Here's Michael Moore explaining his $20,000 donation to help bail out Assange:
We were taken to war in Iraq on a lie. Hundreds of thousands are now dead. Just imagine if the men who planned this war crime back in 2002 had had a WikiLeaks to deal with. They might not have been able to pull it off. The only reason they thought they could get away with it was because they had a guaranteed cloak of secrecy. That guarantee has now been ripped from them, and I hope they are never able to operate in secret again.
But a close reading of Assange’s manifesto suggests his mission isn’t preventing the government from operating in secret, it’s to prevent it from operating at all, at least in its current form. Assange isn't trying to unravel the veil of secrecy for the sake of openness itself. He wants to set in motion a chain of events that will chip away at America's "authoritarian regime." And in ways large and small, including some which he probably never predicted, it's starting to work.
READING THE MANIFESTO
Julian Assange’s mission statement has been broken down in recent weeks, particularly by Aaron Bady, a grad-school student the Atlantic dubbed, “The Unknown Blogger Who Changed WikiLeaks Coverage.”
It was Bady who helped redirect the media attention toward the reason why the cables were being leaked, rather than the content of the leaks alone. After all, this latest trove concerns the petty grumblings of diplomats, "the everyday normal secrets that a security state keeps from all but its most trusted hundreds of thousands of people who have the right clearance." By Assange's definition, those secrets are what define a conspiracy. Assange writes that WikiLeaks’s activities will “carry us through the mire of politically distorted language, and into a position of clarity,” the kind of clarity that comes with toppling the status quo.
CHOKE THE BUREAUCRACY
Assange's mission statement is actually two interrelated essays. The first is titled "State and Terrorist Conspiracies" and the second — sort of a director's cut, extended edition — is called "Conspiracy As Governance." There is some mention, in the second essay, that cutting off the conspirators leaves room to replace "bad governance with something better," but it's almost tacked on as an afterthought. Assange's concern is undermining the conspiracy itself.
In both essays, Assange uses the metaphor of nails being hammered into a board, connected by twine, to illustrate how conspiracies work within an authoritarian regime. "Conspiracies take information about the world in which they operate (the conspiratorial environment)," wrote Assange, "pass it around the conspirators and then act on the result." The goal in leaking secrets is to sever the twine, making authoritarian regimes even more secretive and impeding their ability to function.
Nails and twine not making sense to you? Bady explains it using The Wire:
Remember Stringer Bell’s “is you taking notes on a criminal fucking conspiracy?” To function effectively, the primary authority has to be disassociated from all other members of the conspiracy, layers of mediation which have to be as opaque as possible to everyone concerned (which a paper trail unhelpfully clarifies). But while the complexity of these linkages shield the directing authority from exposure, they also limit Avon Barksdale’s ability to control what’s going on around him. Businesses run on their paperwork! And the more walls you build around him, the less he might be able to trust his lieutenants, and the less they’ll require (or tolerate) him.
We can already see the seeds of Assange's plan starting to take root on the margins. The military has banned the use of flash drives, DVDs, and CDs, because removable media is reportedly what Bradley Manning used. The Pentagon's networks are thus a bit more secure. But there's a reason just about everyone uses removable media: It's easy and efficient. So the policy change has made life more difficult for the military. (In Wire terms, it's like hiring a guy to spend his whole day buying burners because the pay phones are tapped.) Snip, snip, snip go the twines.
PROVOKE AN OVERREACTION
Glenn Greenwald prefers the Osama bin Laden analogy, likening Assange's intent to bin Laden's plan to provoke the U.S. into self-harm.
"These kinds of disclosures will end up subverting American imperial power, as [Assange] sees it ... It will drive government and the Pentagon, and the military industrial complex, into further degrees of secrecy which will essentially paralyze it and make less effective and more corrupt, and that will cause it further to collapse in on itself precisely because openness is such an effective attribute of large organizations."
Provoking a stronger enemy into an overreaction is a classic strategy for insurgents, and it's not hard to see how some of the U.S. reactions to WikiLeaks have not been in the nation's best interest. Pressuring private companies to cut off websites the government doesn't like, especially without due process, will make it pretty hard for the U.S. to maintain the high ground with authoritarian governments like China or Iran. And prosecuting Assange will set a dangerous precedent that could land just about any newspaper or media outlet in the crosshairs next time, dangerously undermining the First Amendment.
RALLY THE RESISTANCE
In addition to cutting off a conspiracy's ability to function, exposing secrets tends to inspire rebel forces. As Assange wrote:
Authoritarian regimes give rise to forces which oppose them by pushing against the individual and collective will to freedom, truth and self realization. Plans which assist authoritarian rule, once discovered, induce resistance.
Maybe Assange, who has longstanding ties to the hacker underground, knew that a group like Anonymous would rise up to wreak havoc on companies like MasterCard that cut off WikiLeaks donations. Maybe he didn't. But either way, the hactivist uprising has become potentially the biggest game-changer. And it's worth noting that it wasn't just the leaks themselves that mobilized the resistance, it was the government's clampdown.
And regardless of the outcome in the sex charges against Assange in Sweden, it's not difficult to see how easy it would be for his supporters to cast him as a martyr, inspiring those who have always suspected that the U.S. was more like an authoritarian regime than a democracy (*cough* Michael Moore *cough*), into further resistance.
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Filed Under: loose lips, authoritarian regimes, conspiracy theories, julian assange, manifesto, wikileaks, working out according to plan
We have long heard tales of a "Door Man," someone who is stationed at the entrance of an apartment building with the sole purpose of making life a little easier for its inhabitants. According to legend, it is customary to appease these "Door Men" with a gift of some kind during the holiday season usually money, but baked goods, cuff links, twenty-year-old cars, and sexy photos are also apparently acceptable. [City Room/NYT]
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Filed Under: issues not relevant to bloggers, doormen, tipping
Financier Ken Starr, who has been accused of plundering the accounts of his wealthy celebrity clients, sent his wife, stripper Diane Passage, a nice love note from prison. "I have this enormous love for you that grows," he wrote, over the prison e-mail system. "I miss you beyond what any human should feel — and I don't know what to do." Aw. But the sweetness of that e-mail was probably tempered, in Diane's eyes, by the fact that the Post today reports he sent it just days after telling a female friend "I love you" and asking her to find him a "dumb pretty and sexually active" paramour should his wife need replacing.
Court records show jailed fraudster Kenneth Starr exchanging emails with mystery woman [NYP]
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Filed Under: passage to prison, ballsy crime, business, diane passage, kenneth starr, ponzi schemes, ponzi'd
Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the Injured Photographer Dominates Her "Puppy" and Keeps Things Spicy: Freelance photographer, female, East Village, bisexual, 37, single.
DAY ONE
10:05 a.m.: Wake up groggy from previous night’s late-night burlesque-show revelry. For a moment I’d forgotten my ankle was broken, and I wonder what the hell is causing so much pain. Grab crutches and hobble to bathroom for much-needed pee. Wash up and debate why late nights make my face look so old. The downside of 37 is you look it. Do not feel sexy at all.
11 a.m.: With coffee I sit down to work. I bang out a hundred images from the night before and ponder what photographers did before Lightroom. Images are sexy and moody but my heart wasn’t in it. I was embarrassed to be front and center with giant cast and crutches. Lied and told everyone it was a pole-dancing accident.
3:22 p.m.: Finish e-mail blast begging for more work and get back into bed with my leg up. Contemplate my upcoming date with the Puppy, which involves (hopefully) spanking and general naughtiness. Hope he remembers to bring list of items with him, but know he will probably deliberately screw it up so I am forced to punish him. Decide that I should be grateful, not demanding and bitchy. Wonder if I have what it takes to be a dominant.
8 p.m.: Starving! Where is this guy? Grrr!
9:02 p.m.: Puppy arrives late, laden with gifts. I choose to forgive him. I decide he looks and smells good, but that dinner probably would smell better.
10:18 p.m.: I learn that I probably shouldn’t order sushi delivery. Still, it’s food, and we are hungry. The Puppy enjoys a glass of leftover red wine, I stick to water as I am afraid wine would interfere with the much-needed pain pill.
11 p.m.: Tie him face down on my bed and admire his pretty frilly panties before I yank them tight up between his (kinda hairy — ew) cheeks.
11:01 p.m.: Try to slide the leather hood down over his face. Much struggling, and I worry about breaking his nose, but I finally get it into place. I try to ignore the fact that he has to fix it so it sits correctly. I spend the next 40 minutes beating his ass with a strap, paddle, and a mini-whip (that leaves nasty marks). I stick a bunch of leftover wasabi in his asshole and watch as he goes wild. I bite his back and thighs and scratch him with what’s left of my nails. (Crutches are murder on manicures.)
11:49 p.m.: I notice the Puppy is extremely erect and decide, even though I’d never touched him there before, to jerk him off. God is his penis enormous! I can barely wrap my hand around it. I make the mistake of moving in for a closer look and wind up with come in my eye. Not hot. Even through the hood I can hear him thanking me.
12 a.m.: The Puppy is dressed and ready to head back to Riverdale. He worries that his Pathfinder might have been stolen downstairs. He once again reminds me that I could be living in a “nice safe place in Astoria” and that my building smells like pot. I shrug. I’ve been here for 20 years and shudder at the thought of a “nice safe place” like Astoria. Plus, I think the apartment smells like sex. And leather.
1:17 a.m.: I contemplate doing an illegal load of laundry in the empty renovated apartment downstairs versus masturbating. Desire for cleanliness wins. Happy time will have to wait.
4:05 a.m.: Sleep.
DAY TWO
6:30 p.m.: Spent the day drumming up at-home work gigs. Am surprised at how exhausting begging is. Cancel dinner plans with chatty, high-maintenance friend. Sad to be at home missing major work-related party, but toe-to-hip cast and gangly crutches make going out a challenge. That plus five floors of stairs
decide I will have my own party. At home. Without food or drink or people. So sad.
7:48 p.m.: Magazine-man friend shows up for his weekly “visit and assist” time slot. Tries his best to convince me that the best way to deal with broken bone pain is weed. I do not put up much of a struggle.
9:30 p.m.: Munchies.
10:45 p.m.: More munchies.
11 p.m.: Headache.
1 a.m.: Too tired, stuffed, and logy to masturbate.
DAY THREE
9 a.m.: Wake up with insane desire to orgasm warring with dire pressure to pee. Pee first, come second. Coffee third.
10:30 a.m.: Spend rest of morning editing images and playing with some new Photoshop techniques. Still humming from morning happiness.
2:15 p.m.: Corral friend into helping me grocery shop at Key Foods. Feel ungainly, ugly, and sore.
9:30 p.m.: Friend comes to visit with sushi and tofu and a quart of milk (and small stack of books!). Am embarrassingly glad to see her. Gossip and chitchat. My cat seems to know he is not wanted and makes his home in her belongings. I worry about her allergies but she is surprisingly cool about it.
DAY FOUR
7 a.m.: Ugh. Wake up for day of court and hospital visits. What misery. Landlord-tenant court is the lowest depth of an outpost of hell. Call Lower East Side car service and ask for non-pervy driver in Spanglish.
9:30 a.m.: Show up at 111 Centre Street to find I popped a stitch and am now leaking blood all over the place. Court attorney seems sadistically thrilled to see me in pain. Opposing counsel looks nauseated. Adjournment until January.
11:50 a.m.: Back at surgeon’s office at Beth Israel Hospital. Mild flirtation with technician who runs his fingers over my lower-leg tattoo. Thinks I don’t notice, but I do. Tattoo may be erogenous zone, as mild dampening of panties occurs. I stare at him lustfully from my prone position, but he spends the rest of the time talking about bones and ligaments and stuff.
2:15 p.m.: Back at home searching for (hopefully female) assistant for Saturday night fetish shoot.
DAY FIVE
9 a.m.: Not looking forward to date with the Kaiser. The Kaiser is sort of a de facto boyfriend who isn’t working out. Too complicated to end it quickly, and not wanting to do that during the holidays, we scraggle along seeing each other once a month or so with lackluster sexual activities. We’re too young to be this old.
8 p.m.: The Kaiser arrives with much-needed liquids and we order some cheapie Vietnamese food (delicious — thanks, New Saigon!). He heads to bed to watch TV while I struggle to clean up. I stay up getting work done until he falls asleep.
11:45 p.m.: I head to bed as well.
DAY SIX
5:45 a.m.: Wake up with the Kaiser’s hard-on poking me in the ass. Decide a hand job would be as much as I can manage, so I do it and hope it’ll be enough.
7 a.m.: The Kaiser says he’s ready to split. He does.
6:45 p.m.: Photo assistant arrives to help ferry me and my equipment to fetish shoot at well-known and ridiculously expensive Soho sex-toy shop. Assistant cops an attitude and sighs when I take forever on the stairs. I contemplate pushing her down a flight with my crutch.
8 p.m.: Foxy Asian (Sexsation) producer/host has worst possible lighting but a searingly sexy show. The promised snake show doesn’t materialize (cold-blooded snakes couldn’t travel in the freezing temps) but the performers are erotic and the free booze keeps the hipster crowd happy. I spend a lot of time staring lustfully at front-row lesbian couple and avoiding the wickedly close double nunchakus that were being skillfully employed by the Alabaster Beauty.
11:30 p.m.: Despite lighting, manage to get decent (red) shots.
1 a.m.: Sleep, blessed sleep.
DAY SEVEN
11 a.m.: Wake up and masturbate. Make plans for the Puppy.
1:30 p.m.: Spend afternoon processing images. Think of filthy things to do to the Puppy.
8:30 p.m.: Puppy shows up and isn’t in the mood. Try to poke him with my crutches. Look longingly at the paddle and strap. I give up and we enjoy Takahachi dinner.
11 p.m. The Puppy is worried about his Pathfinder and leaves at eleven on the dot.
11:15 p.m.: Call Massive Head-Wound Harry for some over-the-cell-phone story reading. He reads me next chapter of Roald Dahl’s My Uncle Oswald, our current book of choice. We talk about sex and jig-a-jigging. We both wonder if blister-beetle powder was a precursor to Viagra. Pet my kitty (not a euphemism) and think about sleep.
12:30 a.m.: Sleep.
TOTALS: two hand jobs (giving), two acts of solo lovin’, one mild flirtation, no sex, no oral.
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Filed Under: sex diaries, casts, wasabi
Among other things, granted. But still: "Andrew Madoff and his wife, Deborah Madoff, were separated before the scandal broke, and their divorce, complicated by the Ponzi scheme case, is pending." [WSJ]
Filed Under: made-off, andrew madoff, catherine hooper, disasters you can't plan for, things that suck
When the price of Brooke Astor's sprawling Park Avenue duplex dropped from $46 million to $24.9 million, we told you that you couldn't afford not to buy it. But that was before Astor's son, Anthony Marshall, and his wife Charlene's legal fees ballooned to more than $7 million as he appeals his conviction on the charge of swindling his mother out of $60 million. Now, the Upper East Side building's co-op board is considering a bid "in the high teens" for the five-bedroom, six-terrace duplex with views of Park Avenue and Central Park. While the Astor estate, which has yet to determine Anthony's share, hopes for a higher bid, the fact that her son and his wife accepted such a low offer is a sign that they "are desperate for money," a local broker told the Post. Sorry about that — we always forget to factor legacy-destroying crooks into our real-estate calculations. But if you can scrounge up $20 million, looks like the fifteenth and sixteenth floors are yours.
Half-off sale of Astor's '$46M' home on Park [NYP]
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Filed Under: unreal estate, anthony marshall, bad real estate advice, brook astor, co-op board, duplex, park avenue, swindlers, upper east side
He's said he's months away from deciding whether or not to run for president, but for Mississippi governor Haley Barbour, the campaign for the Southern conservative vote seems to already have begun. In an interview with the Weekly Standard, Barbour explains how racial harmony existed in his hometown of Yazoo City due to the enlightened influence of ... the local Citizens' Council.
Both Mr. Mott and Mr. Kelly had told me that Yazoo City was perhaps the only municipality in Mississippi that managed to integrate the schools without violence. I asked Haley Barbour why he thought that was so.
“Because the business community wouldn’t stand for it,” he said. “You heard of the Citizens Councils? Up north they think it was like the KKK. Where I come from it was an organization of town leaders. In Yazoo City they passed a resolution that said anybody who started a chapter of the Klan would get their ass run out of town. If you had a job, you’d lose it. If you had a store, they’d see nobody shopped there. We didn’t have a problem with the Klan in Yazoo City.”
In interviews Barbour doesn’t have much to say about growing up in the midst of the civil rights revolution. “I just don’t remember it as being that bad,” he said.
Yes, "up north" we think Citizens' Councils were like the KKK because in many ways, they were. They didn't go around burning crosses and lynching people, sure, but they were white supremacists whose mission was fighting racial integration. The Yazoo City chapter in particular was no different, despite Barbour's recollections. Think Progress's Matt Yglesias digs up a book passage detailing how the Yazoo City Citizens' Council pressured businesses that employed signatories of an NAACP desegregation petition.
Predictably, the boycott as an instrument of repression found most effective employment in a cotton center such as Yazoo City, Mississippi, the self-styled "Gateway to the Delta." The local Citizens' Council there was one of the state's oldest and largest, and as the Yazoo City Herald boasted, "from the very first this community's outstanding citizens have been members." In a town of only 11,000 people the organization had grown from only 16 to nearly 1,500 by September, 1955. With such numbers, it was well prepared to meet the challenge of fifty-three signatures on a desegregation petition. In a full-page advertisement in the Herald, the Council published "an authentic list of the purported signers" of an NAACP petition. This list was also printed on large cardboard placards which were displayed in many of the community's stores, the bank, and even in cotton fields surrounding the city. As had happened elsewhere, economic sanctions followed and within a matter of weeks the petitioners' ranks were reduced to half a dozen. Again local Council leaders attributed the rash of reprisals to the "spontaneous reaction of public opinion." Whatever the reason, a disapproving northern newspaper could observe with little exaggeration that, "with the awful spectre of Yazoo City before them, few Mississippi Negroes would sign a desegregation petition day."
So, what to make of all this. One interpretation would be that Barbour just got confused, his memory is faulty. Of course he knows that the Citizens' Councils were racist, he just misspoke. That would be naïve, though. More likely than not, Barbour is trying to communicate to anyone who just doesn't think the South was "that bad" that he is their champion. If you're so tired of being vilified for the evils of former generations that you've already begun to rewrite history in your head, you know who to vote for.
The Boy from Yazoo City [Weekly Standard]
Yazoo City Citizens’ Council Was a White Supremacist Organization [Think Progress]
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Filed Under: the post-racial world, 2012, citizens' councils, haley barbour, politics, racism, yazoo city
Chief Executive magazine released its annual list of the top "wealth creators" and "wealth destroyers" by company CEO. Think of them as the Brahma and Shiva of true economic value. (Too Indian?) Tech CEOs like Steve Jobs, Amazon's Jeff Bezos, and Priceline's Jeffrey Boyd all made the plus column. But on there, on the bottom of the destroyers, was a familiar media name among all those failing big shots like CVS, Kraft, and JCPenney: Donald Graham from the Washington Post. No wonder longtime staffers Robin Givhan and Howard Kurtz joined Newsweek and jumped ship for the Daily Beast. [TechCrunch]
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Filed Under: ink-stained wretches, daily beast, donald graham, washington post, wealth creators, wealth destroyers
“It’s nice to get the heck away from idiots and bloggers who do not like our family,” Palin said in this week’s episode of Sarah Palin’s Alaska. “It’s good to be out in the real Alaska.”
Alaska doesn’t get any more real than what Palin and her family did this week. From exploring the magical mysteries of the Talkeetna Mountains — the Palins’ “own backyard” — to waitressing at a diner in Anchorage, to addressing the common problems of white-water rafting, Palin covered a lot of ground.
At one point between scenic getaways, Palin fishes through the RV’s kitchen cupboards for s’mores ingredients. “This is in honor of Michelle Obama," she says, “who said the other day we should not have dessert.” The jab was in reference to Michelle Obama’s high-profile anti-obesity campaign, which was boosted with the child nutrition bill signed into law on December 13 (and, in reality, actually promotes moderation in dessert eating, not the abolition of it). Throughout her show, Palin has made a point of healthy eating for her family, from fresh halibut to some tasty tundra caribou, though she caused quite a commotion during “Cookiegate” and her defense of allowing sweets in schools.
Watch the video to see highlights from this week’s episode, including the s’mores dis, white-water rafting with a man named Mudflap, and, of course, Palin playing with husky pups!
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Filed Under: america's sweetheart, cookiegate, michelle obama, mudflap, overnights, puppies, sarah palin's alaska, tv, video
One of the many boneheaded moves of David Paterson's tenure as governor was his successful finagling of five free 2009 World Series Yankees tickets for himself, two aides, his son, and his son's friend, a transgression he compounded by subsequently lying about it under oath. While the Albany County district attorney continues to consider whether to bring criminal charges against Paterson, the Commission on Public Integrity has finally doled out a punishment of its own: a fine of $62,125. This might add a bit of urgency to Paterson's desire to make some big money in the private sector.
NY governor fined $62K over Yankees Series tickets [AP via WSJ]
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Filed Under: crimes and misdemeanors, commission on public integrity, david paterson
Newsweek thought it was ironic that they managed to track Tyler Winklevoss down on Facebook of all places. But Tyler failed to see the irony, explaining that he and his brother's presence on their nemesis's social network had more to do with their ability to compartmentalize. "If you had a lawsuit against windshield wipers," he reasoned, "you wouldn’t not use windshield wipers." So Tyler Winklevoss thinks Facebook is as vital to life online as windshield wipers are to driving? Is he aware that his lawsuit alleges that Zuckerberg stole his idea for a less-than-vital dating website Harvard elites could use to keep their bloodlines ivy? The windshield wiper analogy is also an ennobling reference to the movie, Flash of Genius, in which inventor Robert Kearns sued the big three automakers for stealing his idea for the windshield wiper. Wait, did the Winklevei think they were the heroes of The Social Network? Regardless of how they were cast, the celluloid treatment seems to have improved their net worth.
Did a lot of girls contact you and your brother after the movie?
[Laughs] Um uh. We’ve been, uh, we’ve been pretty busy. Uh I’d prefer not to comment on that. No I don’t know. Yeah, I’d prefer not to go there. Is this for NEWSWEEK?
No, it's for Penthouse, care to elaborate?
Tyler Winklevoss: Zuckerberg’s Nemesis [Newsweek]
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Filed Under: the future is coming, lawsuits, mark zuckerberg, tyler winklevoss, windshield wipers, winklevei
Stephen Tschida, the Washington, D.C., ABC news reporter who tweeted the Amtrak equivalent of the Alive plane crash on Friday, has become something of a celebrity. "Lunch at Cafe Milano," he wrote on his Twitter page over the weekend. "Maitre'd made big fuss. Never before... Ya think cuz a this Twitter thing?" [ABC7Stephen/Twitter]
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Filed Under: the horror, stephen tschida, twitter