This has all been fascinating and more than a little amusing, as I am now 5 MONTHS into forced sobriety (military deployment) which is easily the longest I have gone without a drink since appx age 16. Positives: I shed 10 pounds almost immediately. Negatives: Ironically picked up smoking again. But I have enjoyed sharing the pain for this month at least!
Annual military pay raise was 1.6%, which is about a $60/month increase as a Captain.
On the plus side, they recalculate BAH (housing allowance) for every zip code each year, and mine went up about $250/month (over 20% increase), which was definitely a surprise.
Dammit, I knew I couldn't get through a comment that long without a typo.
I feel as though I'm missing something with the backlash here. I recall taking a number of "nonfiction" courses in history, poli sci, sociology, etc., during college, in which a syllabus of largely academic and nonfiction works was complemented by a novel or other work of fiction. These fictional works added to my understanding of the subject matter. A few people have already made this point quite well.
How is this so different? Is it really because The Wire was a television show, and, if so, are people arguing that visual media cannot produce powerful insights about society and aid as an educational tool in the same way that books can?
I would agree that most popular television doesn't meet this standard, but I think that is a failing of popular television rather than necessarily a failing of the medium. Personally, I think The Wire holds it's own against any written works that seek to show describe contemporary life in American cities.
This! And now having read that I feel extremely nostalgic.
This article has tremendously high upside potential.
And I just spent 15 minutes chasing links all the way through the Travis story to the pictures and OMG!
Despite having grown up in south Mississippi and living the previous three years in New Orleans, my response to this disaster has been not anger, not sadness, but a sort of cynical resignation.
It was some of those same photos, when I saw them last week, that finally produced an emotional response within me - one of visceral anger - but the resignation soon took back over.
And this piece explains why perfectly. Excellent.
Serious nostalgia of summers growing up in Mississippi. Ah, the heat.