I think this was supposed to be funny. It's really not so much. [link]

I am very much in favor of immigration everywhere in the U.S. except Edison, N.J. The mostly white suburban town I left when I graduated from high school in 1989 — the town that was called Menlo Park when Thomas Alva Edison set up shop there and was later renamed in his honor — has become home to one of the biggest Indian communities in the U.S., as familiar to people in India as how to instruct stupid Americans to reboot their Internet routers.

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After the law passed, when I was a kid, a few engineers and doctors from Gujarat moved to Edison because of its proximity to AT&T, good schools and reasonably priced, if slightly deteriorating, post–WW II housing. For a while, we assumed all Indians were geniuses. Then, in the 1980s, the doctors and engineers brought over their merchant cousins, and we were no longer so sure about the genius thing. In the 1990s, the not-as-brilliant merchants brought their even-less-bright cousins, and we started to understand why India is so damn poor.

The same place I went with Teppy at the SF2F.

We had burritos at the F2F? Or have I been skimming? Is this a non-burrito place? Or a burrito place at which I had non-burrito food?

Help out a dimwit.

A recent Facebook update:

[Friend] went to Wikipedia to figure out what a phrase that was stuck in his brain meant and was surprised (and not a little embarrassed) to discover that Krav Maga wasn't a Klingon thing.

Good god. I thought yesterday's Times editorial was appalling. This is just mind-boggling.

You have a taste for awesomeness?

It does taste awesome! And will re-heat well.

I think this was supposed to be funny. It's really not so much.

Wow. There's not a thing about that piece that isn't pathetic and racist.

("But don't you GET it? It's SATIRE!" I can hear the protestation by the author now.)

"But don't you GET it? It's SATIRE!" I can hear the protestation by the author now.

Yeah. Where's your sense of humor?

I come home to find that in addition to the tumbling drifts of cathair, Loki has added shredded junk mail inserts. Dime sized shreds. And now he just knocked a bowl of food down the stairs.

Well, this weekend is a cleaning weekend. I don't know if I can wait that long!

I think I need to punch Joel Stein in the face.

Wow. There's not a thing about that piece that isn't pathetic and racist.

("But don't you GET it? It's SATIRE!" I can hear the protestation by the author now.)

Of course. And, you know, I get satire. But holy crap.

A good (but very long) takedown of that Joel Stein piece. [link]

Joel Stein changed his facebook status to: "Didn’t meant to insult Indians with my column this week. Also stupidly assumed their emails would follow that Gandhi non-violence thing."

(Although that article did finally explain to me what's up with the roof on that Indian sweet shop -- I'd always thought that was a really weird-looking roof for that building, but hadn't realized it was a Pizza Hut roof with the logo taken off until I read this.)