“The problem with the U.S. government is that its allocation of resources is highly inefficient. We spend vast amounts of money on subsidies for housing, agriculture and health, many of which distort the economy and do little for long-term growth. We spend too little on science, technology, innovation and infrastructure, which will produce growth and jobs in the future. For the past few decades, we have been able to be wasteful and get by. But we will not be able to do it much longer. The money is running out, and we will have to marshal funds and target spending far more strategically. This is not a question of too much or too little government, too much or too little spending. We need more government and more spending in some places and less in others. The tragedy is that Washington knows this. For all the partisan polarization there, most Republicans know that we have to invest in some key areas, and most Democrats know that we have to cut entitlement spending. But we have a political system that has become allergic to compromise and practical solutions. This may be our greatest blind spot.”—Fareed Zakaria: Are America’s Best Days Behind Us?
PLAYBOY:What made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
Bob Dylan:Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wound up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and got a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY:And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?
January 10, 2011: Baby and family are resting comfortably everyone. But the baby doesn’t rest that much! LOL!!!!!!
January 15, 2011: Just spending time with my baby this fine day. Hubby took the day off to play golf. MUST BE NICE!!!! LOL!!!!!
February 20, 2011: Haven’t updated in a while! Been so busy with the little one. He’s perfect in every way. What would also be perfect is a night out with my hubby.
April 23, 2011: My boobs hurt.
May 11, 2011: My little guy is quite a talker! I think today he said, “VODKA!” His first words and the first thing I drink in the morning before feeding him!
June 1, 2011: He tried to walk today! I tried to help him along by pushing him a little, but I ended up pushing him a little too hard and he fell. It was funny to me! Really funny! DON’T PUSH YOUR BABIES, PEOPLE. LOL!!!!!
July 1, 2011: I’m so lucky to have the best husband in the world and the best kid in the world and my life is perfect! It’s great being a MOM!!!!! Someone free me from this manufactured CAGE I’ve put myself in!!! I’m smothering my child because I resent him for taking away the best years of my already mediocre life!!! LOL!!!!!!
On Memorial Day, early morning May 30, Miami and West Palm Beach, Florida police shot an unarmed man 100 times in his car. Following the shooting were dozens of arrests as officers worked to cover-up the incident by smashing cameras and cellular phones of by-standers.
22-year old Haitian American Raymond Herisse was said to have hit an officer at a traffic stop and then took off, hitting or nearly hitting three or four other vehicles. Herisse would come to a stop less than 3 blocks away. Where after 12 officers with guns drawn, commanded him to step out of the vehicle, a few seconds later would open fire shooting the young man 100 time.
Every single police officer in Miami needs to be fired immediately. This kind of stuff has got to stop, and it won’t until entire departments are held accountable for the culture that they create and foster.
“I feel about Photoshop the way some people feel about abortion. It is appalling and a tragic reflection on the moral decay of our society… unless I need it, in which case, everybody be cool.”—Tina Fey
Dear gentleman blow-drying his balls in the gym locker room,
You’re actually doing it. I mean, we’ve all dreamed of blow-drying our balls out in the open, but you’re actually doing it in front of me and at least sixteen other people that just finished exercising at this pricey sports club. Some of us will do it in private in our homes, or in a hotel room using a hairdryer a stranger might have just used to style their hair for that big business meeting in Denver. But not you. You are not confined to such social norms, norms that usually keep flapping, flag-like balls out of my eyes.
Does the courage to do this in public come with age? Perhaps it’s something a young man like me can’t understand. But you, you are on in years; gray and spotted like a ham in a paintball fight. Your scrotum reminds me of boardwalk taffy. Maybe you’ve been building up to this day your whole life and I’m witnessing the birth of a phoenix. You are no longer a man that blow-dries his balls in secret. You have transcended that station and now fall into an elite group of Spartans that blow-dry their balls wherever they God damn please. If caterpillars emerged from their cocoons as butterflies with heavy, sagging testicles I’d imagine they’d feel the same as you might right now.
Maybe you’re making up for the fact that you no longer have any hair on your head that requires blow-drying. Is grabbing a hairdryer a rote, preening response from your earlier years when you and your majestic mane would say things like, “bees knees” to fresh-faced nurses at the pool hall while discussing the Teapot Dome scandal? Did they have hairdryers back then? I think my ability to correctly recall history is being affected by the sight of your twin sperm fountains.
I especially appreciate the way you’ve got one leg up on the counter. Not only does this allow the hot jet stream of air a more direct passage to your gene-carrying duffle bag, it also gives me an intrusive view to the white fields of pubis covering your taint and beyond. It almost makes me think of Santa Claus, but I was not sexually abused by Kris Kringle as a child. Speaking of Christmas, were the Adidas soccer sandals you use as shower shoes a gift from a grandchild?
Your actions disturb and inspire, and I can’t look away. I’m either swelling with physical repulsion or the joy a parent feels watching their child take their first steps. Only in this case the child is an 84-year-old man with a hairdryer aimed at his balls. Whatever the case, you’re an exemplar of bravery. So, please, shine on you withering diamond.