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22 Mar 2011
Looks like winter is going to deal its final blow to the Midwest here in the end of March with progged 850 MB temps taking a plunge into the negatives.
23 Nov 2010
Hopefully it doesn't escalate. It's still unclear whether N. Korea actually has working nuclear weapons, or not.

5 Nov 2010

He donated money to political candidates, and got suspended for that in violation of NBC's policy.

14 Jul 2010
It has long been illegal in Massachusetts to provide minors with "matter harmful to minors" under the state's "Crimes against chastity, morality, decency, and good order" law. The law targets obscenity, but only its physical forms, which makes it easier to enforce. When little Johnny steps inside the adult video store, clerks can check his ID before selling him that DVD of industrial sexuality. And anyone trying show hardcore *bleep* to a 13-year old knows exactly what they're doing, and who they're doing it to.

In April, this "harmful to minors" law received a brief update—not more than a couple of paragraphs—but they had profound implications for free expression. The new law extended "harmful to minors" to the Internet. In addition to smutty books, films, pamphlets, pictures, plays, dances, and statues (!), Massachusetts decided that the "matter" which might harm minors should now include:

electronic mail, instant messages, text messages, and any other communication created by means of use of the Internet or wireless network, whether by computer, telephone, or any other device or by any transfer of signs, signals, writing, images, sounds, data, or intelligence of any nature transmitted in whole or in part by a wire, radio, electromagnetic, photo-electronic or photo-optical system.

The law went into effect yesterday, and today it was challenged in court by the ACLU, the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, and several booksellers. By going digital, the expanded law suddenly moves away from the shop counter and onto the 'Net, where it "threatens Internet communications nationwide and even worldwide."

The ACLU argues in its complaint that "due to the very nature of the Internet, virtually every communication on the Internet may potentially be received by a minor and therefore may potentially be the basis for prosecution." With no easy way to verify anyone's age, everyone on the Internet must be treated as though they are minors. But what does that mean for material that adults can legally access?

"Because Internet speakers have no means to restrict minors in Massachusetts from accessing their communications, the Act effectively requires almost all discourse on the Internet—whether among citizens of Massachusetts or among users anywhere in the world—to be at a level suitable for young children," says the complaint. "The Act therefore bans an entire category of constitutionally protected speech between and among adults on the Internet" and is unconstitutional.

The ACLU also worries that the law makes it too easy to take down speech that would be legal for adults to engage in. "Any person who disagrees with or objects to sexual content on the Internet could cause a speaker to be prosecuted under the Act by having a minor view the online speech," says the complaint, "resulting in a 'heckler’s veto' of Internet speech' where the person who objects can always override those who do not.

According to the complaint, the new rules also inappropriately extend Massachusetts law over the entire Internet and violates the Interstate Commerce Clause of the constitution.

The ACLU wants the new legislative language tossed, though it does not object to the original "harmful to minors" law.


Glad I don't live there, and I thought MA was a blue state.
2 Apr 2010

In the hot dog justice system, two groups pursue truth in wiener: the critics who judge the franks and the people who eat them. They rarely agree.

Two weeks ago, I made bold in this newspaper to anoint the best hot dogs in America. By practical necessity, I omitted mentioning thousands of worthy wienermongers. Within picoseconds, wounded reader-fans of these neglected emporia were scorching the Web with protests and polemics in support of their favorite hot dog stands.

One fellow, a Pittsburgh notable, made a plausible pitch for Ted's in Buffalo. Another alerted us to an Okinawan variant on the national sausage in Los Angeles called Oki Dog. But the loudest compelling caterwaul came from dozens and dozens of irate fans of Detroit's "Coney Island" dog. How, they collectively demanded, could I, a Motor City native born in Harper Hospital within walking distance of the Coney's still-beating heartland on Lafayette downtown, have left my mustard-and-raw-onion-slathered chili dog heritage out?

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A hot dog at American Coney Island in Detroit

Reader, I will confess that from my long-ago days of residence in Detroit, which ended in 1957, I can remember only one hot dog by name. That was Peter's, as in Peter's Red Hots, the hot dogs hawked in the stands at Briggs Stadium, the great green hulk later renamed Tigers Stadium, now a whited sepulcher looming empty over Michigan Avenue in the traditional Irish enclave called Corktown just west of downtown.

Were those wieners available Coney Island-style, with chili, mustard and onions? No one I talked to last week on a penitential pilgrimage to my natal place could remember. I will say with certainty, however, that the Coney Island concept somehow did not enter my gastro-framework until those outraged emails began arriving and convinced me I had better come home to Wayne County and see what I had missed in my sheltered youth.

The most convincing of those clucking missives came from a Coney enthusiast named Carla O'Neill. She wrote:

"I cannot believe that a native DETROITER (you) could ignore the present-day mother lode of great hot dogs in your hometown....In Dearborn, Mich., we have a fantastic hot dog manufacturing source -- the Dearborn Sausage Company. [It's] almost literally across the street from my family of immigrant Lebanese, Albanian/Turkish royalty grandparents (who were all what I refer to as "modified Moslems" -- they had dogs for pets, but forbade alcohol or pork consumption... So we were never allowed to eat sausage from the [Dearborn Sausage] meat grinders...but their beef hot dogs were, well, kosher).

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Dogs at Lafayette Coney Island

Anyway, in addition to Dearborn Sausage Hot Dogs being the best, the Lafayette Coney Island, one of many so-called "Coney Islands" -- many of them owned by Greeks or Albanians -- is the best hot dog joint, with the BEST hot dog chili, which is homemade and shipped all over the country. Yes, even you, breathing the rarified air of the WSJ environs, can try the Lafayette Coney Island chili by ordering a frozen package of it from there.... But, really, do yourself a favor and try the Dearborn Sausage Hot dogs and the Lafayette Coney Island chili dogs. You won't regret it."

Thus chastened, I arranged with Ms. O'Neill to tour Coney Island hot spots. She met me at the airport, where I had already scarfed a Coney at the in-terminal branch of a mostly suburban chain, National Coney Island. Their dog, favored by Lino Piedra, a Detroit exile who feeds his habit there between flights without venturing into town, was a brightly seasoned beef-and-pork frank with the snap of a natural (lamb-intestine) casing. The bun was soft; the mustard an unembarrassed yellow; the onions chopped, raw and plentiful; the chili mild and beanless.

That pretty much describes the canonical Coney, as served in hundreds of little places in the Detroit Metropolitan area and other parts stretching into Ohio and upstate New York. It all began when a Greek shepherd named Gust Keros, who had sampled a hot dog on New York's Coney Island on his way to settle in Detroit, opened the American Coney Island restaurant on Lafayette in 1912, substituting Coney Island sauerkraut with a chili "sauce." Subsequently, his brother opened a copycat establishment next door, called Lafayette. They are there today as 24/7 stalwarts in a downtown still barely emerging from its worst days.

Which is better? American has the superior dog, a spicy number from Dearborn Sausage, but the wedge-shaped dining area lacks the lunch-counter coziness of Lafayette, whose perfectly fine frank comes from a factory in nearby Eastpointe called Winter. I am aware that there are aficionados who will eat an after-hours Coney only in their favorite of these side-by-side rivals and will be easily provoked into reviling the other.

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Preparing orders at Lafayette.

Let me be honest, if foolhardy. I liked both the American and Lafayette Coneys almost equally well. The chili-mustard-onion combo makes an unforgettable mélange in the mouth with almost any of the excellent local natural-casing frankfurters.

I also enjoyed my skinless Coney at the Senate Coney Island, a very large Greek diner in an unpicturesque strip mall in Taylor Township, a suburb not far from Ms. O'Neill's home in Dearborn, home to America's largest Muslim population as well as the immense Ford Rouge Plant, just downriver from Detroit.

Now I will also think of it as the home of Dearborn Sausage, a Hungarian-American family concern started in a garage, whose retail market is an island of yum in an automotive ganglion devoted to the care and feeding of trucks. It was there, among the hams and the head cheese, that I consumed my favorite Coney. It had been made in the factory next door and was served from the grill at one end of the market.

Call me a suburban wimp, or a hairsplitter, but in a day of fine, tasty hot dogs overspilling with chili, mustard and onions, I had my best Coney standing up in a spotless modern meat market surrounded by parking lots full of 18-wheelers and other hauling beasts.

Source: Wall Street Journal
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