Eric Kelly of the Church Street Boxing Gym has a unique approach to training his clients–or as he calls them, “miscreants.” To help them perfect their boxing technique, Eric subjects them to a barrage of verbal abuse, insults, and public degradation.
Vehicle occupants will be subject to sobriety tests and warrant checks at a DUI checkpoint on the MacArthur Causeway from 8 p.m. Friday to 6 a.m. Saturday. Scanners on the MacArthur and Julia Tuttle causeways will analyze license plates for expired registrations and outstanding warrants. Access on the Venetian Causeway will be open only to Miami and Miami Beach residents.
Police and city officials argue that the security measures are necessary to provide visitors a secure environment during an event that has been rocked by violence and thousands of arrests since its arrival more than a decade ago. Not everyone agrees.
"It is inconceivable that people will be prevented from going into some residential areas of South Beach, and the only difference is the color of the skin of those attending this particular event," said John de Leon, president of the Greater Miami chapter of the American Civil Liberties Union of Florida.
Dear Asshole: The letters of Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee from new biography
In 1985 Bradlee received a letter from the publisher of The Pueblo Chieftain in which the publisher criticized Bradlee for dismissing a study that claimed that the public viewed the press as arrogant. Bradlee’s response, here in full, stands as a reminder to professional contrarians of all stripes that to be liked is nice, but no measure of success: “Editors do run the risk of appearing arrogant if they choose to disagree with anybody who calls them arrogant,” Bradlee wrote. “You sound like one of those publishers who aims to please his pals in the community and give them what they want. No one will call you arrogant that way. No one will call you newspaperman, either.”
Robert Johnson, the man Eric Clapton called "the most important blues singer that ever lived," would've been 101 today
In the delta of the Mississippi River, where Robert Johnson was born, they said that if an aspiring bluesman waited by the side of a deserted country crossroads in the dark of a moonless night, then Satan himself might come and tune his guitar, sealing a pact for the bluesman’s soul and guaranteeing a lifetime of easy money, women, and fame. They said that Robert Johnson must have waited by the crossroads and gotten his guitar fine-tuned.
“Many ran photographs of KSM taken from wanted posters. Several of the photos showed him as a handsome, rugged young man. One pictured him in a Western coat and tie. Back at Langley, Martin saw these early press accounts and was distressed at the accompanying photos. “Boss,” he said to Tenet. “This ain’t right. The media are making this bum look like a hero.” He asked Tenet for approval to release a somewhat less flattering photograph. Tenet agreed. A member of the CIA team had taken photos of KSM right after his capture, including one in which he looks into the camera, with his eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. Still, Martin thought, that initial photo did not make KSM look sufficiently unattractive. Martin asked if there were any other photos available. The agent messed up KSM’s hair and then took another photo. The result was the famous image of KSM—thickset, glowering, wild-haired, half dressed in his nightshirt—his first introduction to most of the rest of the world.”—
McDermott, Terry; Meyer, Josh (2012-03-26). The Hunt for KSM: Inside the Pursuit and Takedown of the Real 9/11 Mastermind, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed (p. 248). Hachette Book Group. Kindle Edition.