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(Remember this is a strictly provisional opinion subject to change any time as I watch more.)  So why am I not impressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The almost complete absence of any danger&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;So imagine this.  For approximately two minutes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone in the world&lt;/span&gt; experiences a black-out for two minutes.  Yes, they all become unconscious -- and if the series is to be believed, this leads to a spectacular disaster, on an unimagined scale.  Airplanes crashing into buildings, cars running over people and crashing into buildings; the possibilities are endless.  And yet, I get no sense from the series that anything serious has happened -- there's no destruction and everything seems to be right on track.  WTF?  Don't you remember the days after 9/11?  Hell, I do, and I was in India and not even in the US -- it was probably what one could euphemistically call a very tense time.  And this is a 100, a 1000 times worse -- and still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing seems to have happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Which is why the investigation to find out how and why the flash forward happens (led by Joseph Fiennnes' character) seems to have no force at all.  Why should we care really?  Another flash forward happening would be just fine, it seems to me.  And everyone can have even more cuddly little visions about their own future: what's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super-success of Lost has brought on many Lost-like clones and Flash Forward is clearly one of them -- a wacky, vaguely sci-fi concept with a nice stereotypical array of characters.  But if I remember anything from the beginning of Lost (the first few episodes of the first season are all I have seen of it), it's that there's a vivid sense of danger there: what's on the island?  why are these people here?  What's going to happen?  I get no such feeling in Flash Forward -- but maybe that will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) And oh yes, the metaphysical bullshit:  I mean, yes, it's fun to see the future, etc. and think what that means.  Do we have free will or not?  Are we in charge of our futures or are our futures in charge of us?  But it's all bullshit (and absurdly pretentious) if I don't have a concrete sense of the stakes involved (see point (1) above, about Danger, lack of)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-3180160309476714653?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3261363"&gt;The Crisis of Credit Visualized on Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
A nice cartoon-like graphic explanation of the credit crisis&lt;/li&gt;
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The author of the windows copy dialog visits some friends&lt;/li&gt;
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Well, wrong.  A not-altogether-unintentionally hilarious &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/23/sports/tennis/24tennis.html?ref=tennis"&gt;NYT piece&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twenty-five years ago, on Sept. 24, 1984, Nelson and Jean Hepner, who were ranked No. 93 and No. 172 in the world, engaged in a 29-minute, 643-shot rally that remains the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1984/09/26/sports/sports-people-marathon-match.html" title="From The Times’s archives."&gt;longest point played&lt;/a&gt; in a professional tennis match. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For comparison, during a match last month, Andy Murray and Julien Benneteau had a &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/22/sports/tennis/22tennis.html?_r=1&amp;amp;scp=1&amp;amp;sq=murray%20and%20hepner&amp;amp;st=cse" title="Times article about the rally and the match."&gt;rally that lasted 53 shots&lt;/a&gt;, and it was the longest either of them could remember playing in competition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rally between Nelson and Hepner occurred in the first round of the $50,000 Virginia Slims-sponsored Ginny tournament at the Raintree Swim and Racquet Club in Richmond, Va., with Nelson finally prevailing, 6-4, 7-6 (11). &lt;/p&gt;The 6-hour-31-minute marathon was itself the longest match in tennis history for nearly 20 years and remains the longest match completed on a single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then some great lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Both Nelson and Hepner seem vaguely embarrassed that their names are in the record books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Er, yes - I would be too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rally that put Nelson-Dunbar and Hepner in the record books came at set point for Hepner, who was ahead, 11-10, in the second-set tie breaker, which lasted 1:47 on its own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“There was tons of lobbing,” Nelson-Dunbar said. “I would try to come in and she’d lob me again.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After winning the point, Nelson-Dunbar collapsed with cramps in her legs. The chair umpire, who apparently maintained consciousness throughout the 643-stroke point, actually called a time-violation warning, but Nelson-Dunbar pulled it together and got back to the baseline to begin the next point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does a point go on for 29 minutes before one player or the other hits a winner or makes a mistake? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We were both pretty much standing on the baseline lobbing,” Nelson-Dunbar said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hepner recalled, “I was just really concentrating and was very consistent.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two points later, Nelson-Dunbar closed out the match and apologized to the lines officials for its length. &lt;/p&gt;“I felt so bad for them,” she said. “They were sitting out there so long, and they must have been falling asleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Among the astonishing elements to the match was this: If Hepner had won the epic rally, she would have forced a third set, and who knows how long the match might have lasted.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-9219063541042286379?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nature.com/news/2009/090922/full/news.2009.935.html"&gt;Indian ancestry revealed : Nature News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
The mixing of two distinct lineages led to most modern-day Indians.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/nadir_of_western_civilization_to"&gt;Nadir Of Western Civilization To Be Reached This Friday At 3:32 P.M. | The Onion - America's Finest News Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
An international panel of leading anthropologists, cultural critics, biologists, and social theorists announced this week that Western civilization will reach its lowest conceivable point at 3:32 p.m. Friday.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://telstarlogistics.typepad.com/telstarlogistics/2009/08/747-supertanker-makes-its-firefighting-debut-.html"&gt;Telstar Logistics: 747 Supertanker Has Red Hot Firefighting Debut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Great footage of a firefighter airplane dropping &amp;quot;retardant&amp;quot; on the California wildfires.  See around 3:40.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2009/08/02/the_truth_about_grit/?page=full"&gt;The truth about grit - The Boston Globe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Duckworth has recently begun analyzing student resumes submitted during the college application process, as she attempts to measure grit based on the diversity of listed interests. While parents and teachers have long emphasized the importance of being well-rounded - this is why most colleges require students to take courses in all the major disciplines, from history to math - success in the real world may depend more on the development of narrow passions.

“I first got interested in grit after watching how my friends fared after college,” Duckworth says. She noticed that the most successful people in her Harvard class chose a goal and stuck with it, while others just flitted from pursuit to pursuit. “Those who were less successful were often just as smart and talented,” Duckworth notes, “but they were constantly changing plans and trying something new. They never stuck with anything long enough to get really good at it.”&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/scriticramblings/~4/PZAhqyaXSrU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://del.icio.us/scritic#2009-09-01</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBQXs4cCp7ImA9WxNSGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104031.post-4031093910401685691</id><published>2009-09-01T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:25:50.538-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T14:25:50.538-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><title>Nicole Kidman in Rabbit Hole</title><content type="html">May I just say that &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/30/movies/30ryzi.html?ref=movies"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; sounds like a terrible idea to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-4031093910401685691?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://orgtheory.wordpress.com/2009/08/20/where-does-manufacturing-fit-in-obamas-new-foundation/"&gt;where does manufacturing fit in obama&amp;rsquo;s new foundation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/scriticramblings/~4/WEmpENrNnwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://del.icio.us/scritic#2009-08-24</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GQHc7fCp7ImA9WxNSEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104031.post-3501700942817795101</id><published>2009-08-23T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:45:21.904-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-23T22:45:21.904-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="graf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tennis" /><title>Her determination is scary</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOzBskf61P4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOzBskf61P4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-3501700942817795101?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/scriticramblings/~4/iulCNmBHoTg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scritic.blogspot.com/feeds/3501700942817795101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6104031&amp;postID=3501700942817795101" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104031/posts/default/3501700942817795101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6104031/posts/default/3501700942817795101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/scriticramblings/~3/iulCNmBHoTg/her-determination-is-scary.html" title="Her determination is scary" /><author><name>scritic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580206482477953167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12341439503969258271" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scritic.blogspot.com/2009/08/her-determination-is-scary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDSXs8eip7ImA9WxNTFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104031.post-6214744755627514004</id><published>2009-08-18T17:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:47:58.572-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-18T17:47:58.572-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="podcast" /><title>Andrew Keen is one confused man</title><content type="html">Listen to Paul Duguid eviscerate Andrew Keen's arguments in this &lt;a href="http://groups.ischool.berkeley.edu/podcast/audio/KeenDuguid_UCiSchool_19Mar2007.mp3"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;.  I almost fell sorry for him - he seemed so out of his league.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-6214744755627514004?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/16/business/16unboxed.html?_r=1"&gt;Unboxed - Corporate R.&amp;amp; D. as the Ringmaster of Innovation - NYTimes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Crowdsourcing and other new, more open models of innovation are really byproducts of the low-cost communication and new networks of collaboration made possible by the Internet.  So, in the Internet era, what is the continuing role and comparative advantage of the corporate R.&amp;amp; D. lab?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/scriticramblings/~4/LF2Uoo6xl04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://del.icio.us/scritic#2009-08-17</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CQHk8fSp7ImA9WxNTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6104031.post-5484063701986638538</id><published>2009-08-11T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:47:41.775-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-11T13:47:41.775-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="academy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postmodernism" /><title>From the annals of incomprehensible academic writing</title><content type="html">Via&lt;a href="http://culturematters.wordpress.com/2009/08/11/what-is-rinding-and-other-postmodern-neologisms/"&gt; Culture Matters&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Transforming Cultures is pleased to announce that this year the TfC Annual Lecture will be presented by:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Professor Kathleen Stewart (Dept. of Anthropology, University of Texas, Austin).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Atmospheric Atunements&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thursday 20th August 2009, 6:00-8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;University of Technology in Sydney Gallery Function Centre, Level 6, UTS Tower Building.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Abstract:&lt;br /&gt;Something throws itself together. Or sags, shifts tone, or fails. Invisible airs quicken around nascent forms, rinding up like the skin of an orange. Circulating forces waver and pulse, visceralizing the sheer sense of something happening. The ordinary hums with the background noise of all that takes place in moments, scenes, objects, resonances, rhythms. The atmospheric attunes to the sentience of things passing in and out of existence, to the expressivity of what Giorgio Agamben calls ‘whatever being’. This sensing out that attends is itself a labor of worlding, an effort to inhabit a flighty ground.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This writing asks what it takes to live out the worlding of forces rinding up and dissipating. But it also wonders about the significance of accretion itself. The way that an atmosphere accretes for senses in sync with it (or sort it) and the worlding that accrues partially or fully, quickly or slowly, for a time, with habit or shock, in practices or daydreams. A worlding – an attunement – that can be sloughed off, realized, imagined, brought to bear or just born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeaaaaahhhhhh.  It's writing like this that gives postmodernism a bad name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-5484063701986638538?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The new analytical writing section does present problems for evaluation: how does one know one is doing an ok job?  It just struck me today that perhaps I could use the hive mind to see how I am doing.  So I'm going to paste below the two essays I wrote today.  Could you, gentle readers, give me feedback about my language?  Examples: too long!  Cut out the dross!  Make your sentences shorter and less pompous!  Cut to the chase!  Etc.  Feedback on my writing style would be much appreciated (feedback on the content would be great too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issues topic.  45 minutes.  Both the development of technological tools and the uses to which humanity has put them have created modern civilizations in which loneliness is ever increasing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this essay, I am going to offer a historical narrative to back up the claim that our modern technological innovations, along with the way of life they helped usher (or in other words, the way we used them), have made us lonelier than we were before.  To do this, I will sketch briefly how life was before, and immediately after, the Industrial Revolution.  I will then sketch how modern life is today and bring out the trade-offs that this change in the way we live has entailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred years ago, before the Industrial Revolution began in Europe, most of the world’s population lived in villages, in what can be described as closely-knit communities.  The number of occupations were limited: one could be a farmer or an artisian of some sort (like a carpenter, or a blacksmith) or a trader who sold certain goods.  Families were bigger and extended families lived closer together.  Occupations were, more often than not, heriditary.  A carpenter's son was most likely to first be an apprentice to his father, and then become a carpenter himself, staying on in the same village and becoming a part of the same community where he grew up.  (He could not, for instance, opt to become a blacksmith.)  Women probably helped in the occupations as well but officially did not work at all.  They also performed all the housework, which was much more back-breaking then and presumably got married into one or the other of the local families in the community.  There were hardly any new arrivals in the community which meant that a community tended to be static: as older people died, their descendents succeeded them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, there was no difference between one's work life and one's personal life, as there is in the modern world.  One's "colleagues" at work were also one's family and friends.  The customers were also people one knew, perhaps even by name.  There was, in other words, an overlap into what today one could call the private sphere and the work sphere.  Transactions were social rather than market-based.  Life was less impersonal than it is now.  This society had a lot less freedom when it came to choosing occupations or in doing something different from one's family - and yet, there was also a concrete sense of belonging, of being rooted in the present and in tradition.  One knew exactly what one's place in the community was.  There was less loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Industrial Revolution changed all that.  The establishment of factories meant that rural populations moved away from rural areas into the now-burgeoning urban areas.  They did this because this offered them a way of avoiding the poverty and the number of limited jobs in rural areas.  To be sure, the conditions in rural areas were not the best: overcrowding, bad sanitation, and pollution was rampant, the conditions in factories were horrible and often dangerous -- yet it was a marginal improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the new arrivals in the cities found themselves ungrounded -- they lived in impersonal communities where they did not know many people.  There was hardly any family around.  When they bought things, it was often from people they did not know.  They changed jobs often and so their work "colleagues" changed often too.  All of this contributed to a sense of dislocation -- a sense that one did not know what one was doing, what one's place in this world was, or in other words, loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not so much different today.  In the West, conditions in factories are now much better and the number of white collar or "services" jobs have increased.  Pollution has gone down.  Yet the conditions that the Industrial Revolution gave birth to have only intensified.  We maintain a strict separation between our work life and our personal life.  Our transactions are impersonal, market-based.  We buy our daily groceries at an impersonal supermarket rather than from soemone we're friends with.  We rarely talk to our neighbors, many times because we spend most of our time working and the rest, catching up with our family.  The size of the family has decreased; the connection to one's extended family -- cousins, aunts, uncles -- have decreased too.  We may be more free today in terms of the occupations we choose, or the rights we enjoy - but we lack the grounding that our ancestors enjoyed, their sense of rootedness and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, all major social changes involve trade-offs.  The technological innovations of the past two hundred-odd years have improved our lives substantially.  In the West, at least, the number of people who live in back-breaking poverty are few.  New technologies have made us efficient at work and made many new things possible: air travel, space travel, satellites, television, the internet.  They've also increased an individual's freedom and today an individual is free to choose his occupation, his mate, his faith or his place of residence.  But in doing all this, they've cut us off from the rootedness and the sense of place that our ancestors had. We're more lonely today, we search more for our place in this world.  Most of us would also argue though that this is only a fair trade-off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Analysis of argument essay (30 minutes).  Six months ago the region of Forestville increased the speed limit for vehicles traveling on the region's highways by ten miles per hour. Since that change took effect, the number of automobile accidents in that region has increased by 15 percent. But the speed limit in Elmsford, a region neighboring Forestville, remained unchanged, and automobile accidents declined slightly during the same six-month period. Therefore, if the citizens of Forestville want to reduce the number of automobile accidents on the region's highways, they should campaign to reduce Forestville's speed limit to what it was before the increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the passage, the author makes the argument that the increased rate of accidents in Forestville is caused by the increase in speed limit that the town enacted six months ago.  The claim is closely argued but could be considerably strengthened if the author provided more data.  In the essay that follows, I will outline some of the deficiencies in the argument and also what the author could do to fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let us consider the merits of the argument.  The author compares the accident rate of Forestville to that of the neighboring town of Elmsford and finds that the rate in Elmsford decreased slightly over the same time period that the rate in Forrestville increased by 15%.  This is a good point.  Forestville and Elmsford are reasonably close which means that their traffic is roughly similar (the same cars pass through both towns) and they presumably have many similarities in terms of climate and road conditions.  It is certainly possible that the accident rate in Forrestville increased while that in Elmsford fell because the speed limits in Forrestville were raised six months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, this is hardly a water-tight argument.  First the six month window is too small to reach any definitive conclusions.  It is possible that this jump in the accident rate is just statistical noise and that the accident rate will fall back to where it was before and stay there.  Or it is possible that that the with the speed limit raised, drivers had a problem adjusting to the limit.  Once they are used to it, the accident rate could fall to the same level as before the speed limit was raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the author seems to have ignored other factors that could have been responsible for the increase in the accident rate in Forestville.  For instance, is it not possible that certain roads passing through Forestville were closed in those six months, leading to increased traffic on certain other roads and hence an increased accident rate?   Or could it be that the snowstorms that occured in the last 6 months could be the cause of the  the increased accident rate?  Could it be that the roads passing through Forestville are more winding and curved (reflecting perhaps that it is situated at a higher altitude) that is responsible for the accidents?  To some extent, the fact that Elmsford did not experience an increase in its accident rate mitigates these points.  But a more thorough investigation is needed on this score to eliminate other factors that could have been responsible for the increase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize, the author's argument definitely has a certain plausibility.  But he needs to eliminate other possibilities and provide more data before a categorical case can be made that Forestville's rising accident rate is caused by its recently-increased speed limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-785194893319487632?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mr. Montejo was arrested a day after Mr. Ferrari was found dead in his home in Slidell, La. Suspicion focused on Mr. Montejo because he was known to associate with a disgruntled former employee of Mr. Ferrari’s dry-cleaning business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Montejo was read his Miranda rights, arising from the landmark 1966 Supreme Court ruling that a defendant must be told of his right to remain silent and to have a lawyer present virtually from the moment he is taken into custody. Under questioning, Mr. Montejo repeatedly changed his story, at first blaming the former employee, then admitting that he had shot the victim during a botched burglary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a preliminary hearing, a judge ordered that a public defender be appointed. The timing is in dispute, but at some point Mr. Montejo was read his Miranda rights again and agreed to accompany detectives to locate the murder weapon, which he had indicated that he had thrown into a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip, he wrote a letter of apology to the victim’s widow, using paper and pen provided by the detectives. Only upon his return did Mr. Montejo meet with his lawyer, who was furious that his client had been questioned in his absence, and was further incensed when the letter was admitted as evidence at trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Montejo’s conviction was upheld by the Louisiana Supreme Court, which reasoned in part that the protections of the 1986 Michigan case should not apply to him because, in Louisiana as in many other states, lawyers are assigned automatically to indigent defendants, removing any question of whether Mr. Montejo specifically “requested” counsel at his arraignment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Answer: &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/thewire/episode/season1/episode02.shtml"&gt;The second episode of The Wire&lt;/a&gt; where Bunk and McNulty pressurize D'Angelo Barksdale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Meanwhile, McNulty and Bunk show up at the low rise projects to intimidate D'Angelo. They take him downtown to interview him but first Daniels insists that Greggs participate. McNulty resists, but slowly realizes she is a smart cop. They play to D'Angelo's vulnerabilities, convincing him that the dead witness Gant was a church-going family man whose wife is dead and whose three children — showings him a picture of Bunk's three kids to corroborate this — now have no parents. D'Angelo is clearly moved, and agrees to write a letter to the three kids, telling them he is sorry their father was murdered. As he finishes the letter, his uncle's attorney Maurice Levy shows up and berates him for writing or saying anything at all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6104031-2223887097968661678?l=scritic.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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