Morrissey loves chocolate
When Apple announced its [Apple Pay] payments platform earlier this week, it proudly proclaimed that it had 220,000 retail stores and restaurants on board to accept Apple Pay. What it didn’t note was that a large number of those brick-and-mortar shops have been accepting contactless payments for years. McDonald’s, Walgreens, and Staples, to name a few, were launch partners for Google Wallet in 2011 and many of those chains were accepting contactless payments from MasterCard’s PayPass before that. Whole Foods, which got a huge shout-out from Apple at its event on Tuesday, told Ars that nothing about its NFC terminals has changed to accommodate Apple Pay specifically. “All checkout lanes in all of our stores do have the NFC pads, and we’re already accepting NFC payments as it seems you’ve already experienced,” a spokesperson told Ars. “These same NFC pads can and will accept Apple Pay transactions the moment Apple turns on the service.”
In case, like me, you were wondering whether Apple Pay was a new, exclusive system and you’d be shut out of the exciting NFC payment world at your favorite retailers if you didn’t have an iPhone.
Interesting article at Ars Technica about how well-timed Apple Pay is to take advantage of the existing foundation and upcoming changes to America’s outdated credit card world.
He said, ‘It still looks like an accident, the first one. Even from this distance, way outside the thing, how many days later, I’m standing here thinking it’s an accident.’
'Because it has to be.'
'It has to be,' he said.
'The way the camera sort of shows surprise.'
'But only the first one.'
'Only the first,' she said.
'The second plane, by the time the second plane appears,' he said, 'we're all a little older and wiser.'
|—||Falling Man, Don DeLillo. (via niceandpeaceful)|
Eustace Conway moved into the woods for good when he was 17 years old. …because he belongs in the woods.
"And why were those teenagers so hypnotized by you?"
"Because," Eustace said, "they recognized right away that I was a real person, and they’ve probably never met one before."
THIS MAN LOCKED ME INSIDE HIS CAB.
Fuck this man. Fuck him so hard in the fucking face that his brain dies.
A long day of work and play and it was time to go home, so I was treating myself to a cab. One of the new Nissan Future Taxis picked me up. These things are spacious, but also have a very high separation wall, so you really don’t get a good view of the driver. I told the cab driver to take me to Queens via the Midtown tunnel. We arrived at my destination, which is always across the street from my apartment building. I have never felt comfortable letting a cab driver know where I live. I paid the fair with a credit card. The driver told me I still owed him for the toll. I told him I have never paid separately for a toll before. He told me to wait a minute, but I did not see him doing anything, the separation wall is high. I told him he should have added it in, I already paid the fare. He told me to wait a minute. I was feeling very uncomfortable and his behavior was feeling shady. I went to open the door and it was locked. I told him to unlock the door. He told me to wait a minute. I got LOUD and told him to unlock the door. He told me to wait a minute. I threatened to call the cops twice or more before he finally unlocked the door. I got out and walked the opposite direction. The Cab Driver got out, I turned around and he was pulling his unzipped pants up as he came around to the back of the cab. I yelled some things at him about jerking off that I can’t quite remember. They were not witty or clever, they were freaked out and coming from a place of shock. He told me he was having me banished or some shit and was pointing to the sky. I stepped into the street to take a photo of the license and he blocked the license plate. My body started shaking realizing what was happening. Something I can’t prove. But I will say it. This pile of garbage was keeping me locked inside his cab so he could jerk off with me in there. God knows if he had any other plans. I started officially walking away and called my husband and could barely get the words out. I started shaking and had to think really hard to get my body to move towards my building. Thankfully there is a median on the street I live on, so the Cab Driver could not make a U-turn and follow me. I made it to my buildings driveway and froze, a few minutes later, from a safe distance. I saw the cab driver pass. My husband found me shivering and crying, frozen in place.
I have no proof is limp dick was in his hands while I was in the cab.
I can’t prove the door was locked and he refused to let me out.
I can and did dispute the charges on my credit card.
I can and did file a complaint with T & L commission.
If I ever take a cab again, I guess my first move is to always take a photo of their license and request the doors remain wide open while I am driven home.
FUCK THIS CAB DRIVER.
FUCK HIM IN THE FACE UNTIL HIS BRAIN DIES.
Based on the little I know of Shannon from watching The Chris Gethard Show, I can feel so much fear and anger in those words, and get just an idea of traumatic that experience was. I feel terrible that she had to go through that. I’m so sorry, Shannon, and I hope people are taking care of you today, just as you would take care of them.
|—||Anthony Pruit, an African American man from Jennings, Missouri, speaking with Missouri Highway Patrol Captain Ron Johnson in Ferguson, MO.|
Comments left by people who donated to a fund to support Darren Wilson, the police officer who killed Michael Brown in Ferguson, MO.
I went to a show. I never go to shows, but last night I went to a show. It was Sylvan Esso, which is button-pushing music. I never listen to button-pushing music, but last night I listened to button-pushing music and it was fun. H.S.K.T. is my favorite. Listen to it!
A Night in Ferguson: Rubber Bullets, Tear Gas, and a Jail Cell by Ryan Devereaux (pictured above, photo: David Carson/St Louis Post Dispatch/Polaris)
In Ferguson, Black Town, White Power by Jeff Smith
This Washington Post article is a thorough update of what happened over the weekend.
The latest from Jelani Cobb of The New Yorker who’s in Ferguson: A Movement Grows in Ferguson
The New York Times published the results of a private autopsy of Michael Brown which showed he was struck six times, all in the front and likely not at close range. The county of St. Louis also conducted an autopsy, and the results have not yet been released. The Justice Department will be conducting an autopsy, too.