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 Did Google run this dog over with Street View car?

A striking series of images which seem to show a dog being run over by a Street View photography car have been spotted online – sparking an internal investigation

Google Streetview car runs over dog in Chile

Photo: Google Street View

After all, the cars are driven by humans, not Google’s own near-infallible automated driving software.

Now it seems that one of the cars – equipped with sophisticated 360-degree cameras – may have run over a dog on a quiet suburban street in Chile.

As you virtually travel down a road called Meza Bell you can clearly see a yellow dog sprinting in front of the car (in Chile people drive on the right-hand side of the road). Take a step forward along the street and all you can see where you would expect the dog to be is an inconclusive blur.

Further down the road, from the car’s rear-facing cameras, you can see the same dog laying down near the pavement. What happened between those two images, and the eventual fate of the dog, is unknown. But Google is investigating.

A spokesperson told the Telegraph: “We’ve taken security measures and have guidelines in place to protect people, and animals, as we drive thousands of kilometres to bring useful and relevant information to maps users around the world.

“We are reviewing the imagery to try to understand and maybe inform what happened,” they said.

It is not the first time that unusual sights have been caught by Google’s Street View cars. In April last year a young couple was apparently caughthaving sex on the bonnet of a car beside a busy Australian road.


The relaxed nature of the pair – she waving to the camera, he draining the last gulp from what appears to be a bottle of beer – led many to believe the image was just a prank.

Other highlights have included a superhero napping on a bench in Japan, a mysterious figure wearing a horse mask in Aberdeen and a man with two heads and three legs in Yorkshire.

In 2010 a young girl caused a local panic in Worcester when images of her lying on the pavement led to concerns that there had been a death in the street. It was later confirmed that she had just been playing with friends.

What’s That You Say Now, Mrs. Robinson?

What’s That You Say Now, Mrs. Robinson?


New York Times
February 9, 1997



What’s That You Say Now, Mrs. Robinson?

It was 30 years ago next December that the world first chortled at the scene in “The Graduate” in which a smug Los Angeles businessman takes aside the baby-faced Dustin Hoffman and declares, “I just want to say one word to you — just one word — ‘plastics.’�”
“The Graduate” didn’t invent the use of the word plastic to signify everything phony and superficial in American life. It merely sealed it in, well, celluloid. To sneer at all things plastic was to offer an instant definition of oneself as among the young, hip, truth-seeking cognoscenti locked in a moral power struggle with an older generation of square, corrupt, greedy, warmongering materialists. More than any other touch, its ridicule of plastic defined “The Graduate” as a film about the 60’s generation gap.

On Friday, the movie will begin a two-week 30th-anniversary run at Film Forum in Manhattan. Seen today, this comedy with a bittersweet romantic undertow holds up as a classic. But in retrospect, the cultural signals it sends seem decidedly more mixed than they did in 1967.

As most of us remember, Mr. Hoffman plays Benjamin Braddock, a 20-year-old high-achieving schlub who, upon graduation from a fancy East Coast college, flies home to Los Angeles to be greeted by his family like a returning war hero.

Listless and dejected, Benjamin is in a deep funk that he can barely articulate, except to mumble that he has no ideas about his future. Day after day, he lolls about the house staring into an aquarium and identifying with the goldfish. When his father gives him scuba gear for his 21st birthday, he becomes a kind of goldfish himself, hiding from his parents at the bottom of their swimming pool and staring blankly into space through his goggles.

It is at Benjamin’s welcome-home party that Mrs. Robinson (Anne Bancroft), the wife of his father’s law partner, asks the young man to drive her home. Once there she proceeds to put the moves on him. This classic comic seduction scene has the rhythm and hostile tone of a Mike Nichols-Elaine May improvisation in which Mr. Nichols plays a jittery nerd bullied by Ms. May’s domineering know-it-all.

There ensues a series of rendezvous at a hotel, but the affair comes to a screeching halt when Benjamin falls in love with the Robinsons’ beautiful college-age daughter, Elaine (Katharine Ross). Elaine drops Benjamin when he confesses his affair with her mother, but he pursues the young woman to her Berkeley campus and desperately woos her. When the Robinsons rush their daughter into a marriage with someone else, Benjamin storms into the church, plucks her away from the altar, and the lovers flee on a city bus. But their future is left hanging.

As a generation-gap fable, “The Graduate” is essentially one-sided, since Benjamin is a cipher. On the other hand, the movie certainly knows what it doesn’t like. Benjamin’s parents and their friends are garrulous, heavy-drinking hypocrites, and Mrs. Robinson (whom Benjamin never addresses by her first name) is a devouring monster, the older woman as selfish, sex-starved harpy. She is really a 60’s update of the blame-Mom-for-everything archetype who inhabited so many 1950’s dramas. At the same time, Mrs. Robinson is the fantasy of every virginal high school boy dreaming of an exotic sexual initiation.

When Ms. Bancroft, who is actually only six years older than Mr. Hoffman, orders a martini, the word “mah-tini” rolls off her tongue with an ominous, damp sensuality. Cigarette in hand, she is forever exhaling plumes of blue smoke — just the right flourish of hypersophisticated ennui.

But if this satire of the cocktail generation turns out to be politically inert, maybe it’s because the Charles Webb novel on which it’s based was published in the early 1960’s.

Although the setting for the film seems to have been moved up five years, the Vietnam War isn’t even hinted at. When Benjamin follows Elaine to Berkeley, the only reference to the Free Speech Movement is his landlord’s warning that he had better not be one of those “outside agitators.” Not a whiff of marijuana is to be seen, nor a blast of rock-and-roll to be heard. The soundtrack is bathed in the wistful strains of Simon and Garfunkel.

These crucial songs — “The Sounds of Silence,” “April Come She Will” and “Scarborough Fair” — evoke the alienation, confusion and depression that Benjamin can’t put into words and lend Mr. Hoffman’s poker-faced portrayal of Benjamin as a tongue-tied naif an aura of pathos not in the screenplay.

We know that Benjamin doesn’t want to go to graduate school or into plastics. But what does he want? For him, there is no war to stop, no cause to espouse. He seems content to drift between an air mattress in the swimming pool and the hotel-room bed where he has sex with Mrs. Robinson, which he later dismisses as being like “shaking hands.”

Benjamin is roused to action by only one thing: his love for Elaine. It’s the late 60’s, and the consuming goal of this aimless graduate is to marry the pretty all-American girl next door.

That’s not exactly the defining ambition of those who aligned themselves against all things plastic.

It’s really a longing for a safe retreat back into the plastic bubble of the Eisenhower 50’s.

HIWAY AMERICA -screw mountains-here are 10 things we think Colorado should be famous for instead

HIWAY AMERICA -screw mountains-here are 10 things we think Colorado should be famous for instead



We’re not talking about weed, although we’ll get to that later. Colorado is full of other high shit, like  the highest city (Leadville, at 10,430 feet), paved road (1-70 up to Mt. Evans at 14,258 feet), auto tunnel (Eisenhower Tunnel, at 11,000 feet), suspension bridge (1,053 feet), sand dune (the Great Sand Dunes) and mean altitude in the country.  Oh, and speaking of being high, Colorado has the highest rate of cocaine use in the country, which is definitely something to pat ourselves on the back about, really hard, with freakishly strong blow-induced force. – See more at: http://www.therooster.com/blog/screw-mountains-here-are-10-things-we-think-colorado-should-be-famous-instead#sthash.iguuzgUi.dpuf





that week in Indiana

a 16 hour drive
Indiana bound
the road before
me wound here
and there as I
drove the day
the night filled
with anticipation
and lust for the
farmer and his
chickens cows
and an old brown
dog I was as free
as the wind
following the map
to the small town
that led me to him
that early dawn
and he was there
by the side of his
house in his army
fatigues and his
long brown hair
with a red bandana
oh god was he as
true to his photo
even better
and I did what
farmers daughters
do with handsome
in the hay loft
where mice ran
and the chickens
clucking and the
cows mooing and
the dog was barking
as we lay moaning
under an orange
moon-it was 18
years ago and I
dream of him still
we loved and lost
but the memories
stay and linger
there is a lot to
be said for Indiana
country boys with
red bandanas.

ana christy




Women kicked out of McDonalds for getting busy in the bathroom, told to go to Burger King if they want to do that kind of thing