A carnival of technology

Since the post office seems unwilling to delivery my usual liberal rag newspaper this week—or my last subscription check got lost—I’ve been turning to the Northside Neighbor for my bathroom reading. As you probably know, I think it’s a piece of crap newspaper, and I only read it to make me angry. In fact, while reading a front page article on something probably relevant to my life, traffic, I noticed a mention of the intersection of Peachtree Dunwoody and Roswell Road, two roads that, as someone who’s driven the entire length of both on more than one occasion, I can say with confidence never cross. I’m not even sure what they were trying to talk about. Dunwoody Place, maybe? That intersection is pretty messed up right now.

Having finished fuming at the front page article, I turned to the editorial section to see what Dick Yarbrough had to say this week. He had sent out an offer a few weeks ago to contact some area Muslims for interviews on reader’s questions, an idea I met with dread. In fact, at the beginning of this week’s column, the first of a series of answers, he admits that he was expecting, or hoping, that the answers would be crying out against the Great Satan. The answers did not provide this, of course, but, other than a quick aside to register doubt that Wahhabis are as much a fringe group as claimed, the column he created painted his panel of five as normal people whose religious viewpoints are not at all whack. I’m actually eager to see what he has for next week. I just hope that he can keep it up.