This week's water apocalypse—and you know we in the shebeen are keeping track—can be found closer to home. In Mississippi, the residents of Jackson, that state's capital, all 180,000 of them, will be without water to drink or to bathe their bodies or to brush their teeth or even to flush their toilets. And nobody in charge can tell them how long that will be the case. For a month, the city has been without drinking water. Now, the city's entire water system is failing.
This week's water apocalypse—and you know we in the shebeen are keeping track—can be found closer to home. In Mississippi, the residents of Jackson, that state's capital, all 180,000 of them, will be without water to drink or to bathe their bodies or to brush their teeth or even to flush their toilets. And nobody in charge can tell them how long that will be the case. For a month, the city has been without drinking water. Now, the city's entire water system is failing. |
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On Sunday night, Chris Rock performed in Phoenix—and something about the dry Arizona air must've had him feeling especially chatty. The Arizona Republic reported that Rock told the crowd he was asked to host the 2023 Oscars, but declined the offer. Rock said that returning to the Oscars would be like revisiting the scene of a crime. The comedian added that he even received an offer to star in a Super Bowl commercial—he didn't say which company—but swiftly said no, thank you, to that one too. Oh, and did the slap hurt? Rock joked that it most definitely did. "He's bigger than me," Rock said. "The state of Nevada would not sanction a fight between me and Will Smith." |
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Salman Rushdie is traveling through the Danish countryside. It's a cold and rainy day in early summer 1992, and there are about six people in the car with him. He's in a small van—everywhere Rushdie has gone on this visit he's had to change vehicles, hire a new car, sometimes windowless, so that no one who is trying to kill him will know just where he is. His handlers have mixed up the schedule too, left places an hour ahead of time. The windows of this particular van are shaded, and there is a small table in the back. The vehicle reminds his Danish host—a playwright named Niels Barfoed who heads Danish PEN and told me this story—of a French dry-cleaner's truck or possibly a baker's car. |
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