That’s how we feel too, John.


 

Man arrested after he allegedly masturbates on JetBlue flight from NYC

A man flying JetBlue from Kennedy Airport to Detroit was arrested Monday afternoon after he allegedly masturbated on the two-hour flight.

The disturbing incident was reported by WJBK-TV after the station’s assignment editor was also on board Flight 1019.

“There was chatter what had happened when we were on the plane,” FOX 2’s Chris Farina said. “The talk was he exposed himself and now find out it was a little more than that.”

Crew members were notified about an” incident involving potentially inappropriate behavior by a customer” and moved passengers sitting near him away from the jerk, the airline said in a statement to The Post.

The unidentified suspect was slapped with federal misdemeanor disorderly conduct charges as soon as the plane touched down, according to the Fox affiliate.

“Three Metro Airport police officers boarded the plane and within seconds, they were escorting a guy off the plane,” Farina said.


 

“I two hand have. Me statesman.”


How Online Mobs Act Like Flocks Of Birds

You’ve probably seen it: a flock of starlings pulsing in the evening sky, swirling this way and that, feinting right, veering left. The flock gets denser, then sparser; it moves faster, then slower; it flies in a beautiful, chaotic concert, as if guided by a secret rhythm.

Biology has a word for this undulating dance: “murmuration.” In a murmuration, each bird sees, on average, the seven birds nearest it and adjusts its own behavior in response. If its nearest neighbors move left, the bird usually moves left. If they move right, the bird usually moves right. The bird does not know the flock’s ultimate destination and can make no radical change to the whole. But each of these birds’ small alterations, when occurring in rapid sequence, shift the course of the whole, creating mesmerizing patterns. We cannot quite understand it, but we are awed by it. It is a logic that emerges from — is an embodiment of — the network. The behavior is determined by the structure of the network, which shapes the behavior of the network, which shapes the structure, and so on. The stimulus — or information — passes from one organism to the next through this chain of connections.

While much is still mysterious and debated about the workings of murmurations, computational biologists and computer scientists who study them describe what is happening as “the rapid transmission of local behavioral response to neighbors.” Each animal is a node in a system of influence, with the capacity to affect the behavior of its neighbors. Scientists call this process, in which groups of disparate organisms move as a cohesive unit, collective behavior. The behavior is derived from the relationship of individual entities to each other, yet only by widening the aperture beyond individuals do we see the entirety of the dynamic.


 

“John! John!” the photographer yelled. “Show us pensive!”


 

Song: “Still in Hollywood”
Artist: Concrete Blonde
Album: Concrete Blonde (1986)

I was walkin’ down the street early this morning
Past the graveyard voices callin’ to me.
I was walkin’ down the street, early this morning
And the silver drops of rain hung from the trees.

And I swear I heard the voices singin’ to me
Singin’ to the rhythm of the beat of my feet,
I swear I heard the voices singin’ to me,
Keep on, keep on, keep on.

I’m still in Hollywood!
Oh WOW! Thought I’d be out of here by now.
Still in Hollywood!
My, my I’m runnin’ on a wheel and I don’t know why
I don’t know why. Don’t know why.

And on the bus today, I met the Queen of L.A.
At least she said she was and who am I to say?
She was sixty-five and full of life,
She had purple-painted cheeks
And glitter on her eyes

And the troll on the corner, I flipped him a quarter
And he looked at me and smiled.
He wasn’t abused, he wasn’t confused,
He had nothing to gain and less to lose.

I’m still in Hollywood!
Oh WOW! Thought I’d be out of here by now.
Still in Hollywood!
My, my I’m runnin’ on a wheel and I don’t know why
Still in Hollywood!
Oh WOW! Thought I’d be out of here by now.
Still in Hollywood!
I’m running on a wheel
and I don’t know don’t know don’t know why.

And so it’s three A.M., I’m out walkin’ again.
I’m just a spot on the sidewalk in a city of sin.
He doesn’t give a fuck, he’s living under a truck.
You know it coulda been me, guess it’s just my luck.

But I swear I hear the sidewalk talkin’ to me,
Singin’ to the rhythm of the beat of my feet,
And I swear I hear the sidewalk singin’ to me,
Keep on, keep on, keep on.

I’m still in Hollywood!
Oh WOW! Thought I’d be out of here by now.
Still in Hollywood!
My, my I’m runnin’ on a wheel and I don’t know why
Still in Hollywood!