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How the Israelis do airport security – CNN.com

Yeffett: We must look at the qualifications of the candidate for security jobs. He must be educated. He must speak two languages. He must be trained for a long time, in classrooms. He must receive on-the-job training with a supervisor for weeks to make sure that the guy understands how to approach a passenger, how to convince him to cooperate with him, because the passenger is taking the flight and we are on the ground. The passengers have to understand that the security is doing it for their benefit. via How the Israelis do airport security - CNN.com.

This sounds exactly like TSA to me...

Milestones on Minorities and Poverty in Southern Schools – NYTimes.com

“We’ve got to figure out how to break the cycle of poverty, and the way we’re doing it now isn’t working,” said Hank M. Bounds, the Mississippi commissioner of higher education and, until recently, the state superintendent of schools. “An affluent 5-year-old has about the same vocabulary as an adult living in poverty.”

via Milestones on Minorities and Poverty in Southern Schools - NYTimes.com.

This just kills me. So horrible.

COMBO

COMBO a collaborative animation by Blu and David Ellis (2 times loop) on Vimeo

via Peter

Rory Marinich’s journal

“next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn’s early my
country ‘tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?”

He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water

I think this is one of Cummings’s most accessible poems, because he avoids some of his punctuation tricks that scare people. The concept is simple: The poem is a strangled jingoistic line delivered by a sweating politician following American deaths. What’s incredible about this poem, what made me spit beverage when I first realized it, is this: Despite having a very modern, unique feel to it, this poem is a perfect sonnet. Fourteen lines, very nearly iambic pentameter (though it’s broken, some passages here fit the form splendidly), and the lines all rhyme, yet it goes unnoticed because the poem works so well within its form. It even followers the slightly more obscure sonnet convention of having a “turn” on the ninth line: The first eight lines are merely regurgitated political lines mashed together into a poem, then on the ninth line the topic turns to the dead. The rhyme pattern mirrors this, by going from an ABAB pattern to an ABCBAC.

via Rory Marinich's journal.

An illustrated guide to eight ways to kill an idea.

Not sure who did this originally, but I love it.