President Barack Obama yesterday visited Atlanta to receive a briefing from Center for Disease Control and Prevention officials about all things Ebola. His meeting was followed by an announcement that the U.S. would send 3,000 military personnel overseas to help combat the infectious disease. Pretty important stuff, if you ask us. But on his way out of town, he made a pivotal error: He brought Atlanta to a screeching halt during rush hour traffic.
Failing to take notes from Vice President Joe Biden, Obama touched down at Hartsfield Jackson International Airport around 2 p.m., which led to chaos on Atlanta's roads and highways.
TRAFFIC ALERT: Pres Obama is in ATL to talk about #Ebola. Updates on traffic backups #WSBTVat4 http://t.co/sF562oXu7B pic.twitter.com/DxarugbCxo
— WSB-TV (@wsbtv) September 16, 2014
He stopped by the CDC for an Ebola meeting and addressed the nation. Presidential matters are important!
Obama: The World Can Fix Ebola, But The Worst Is Yet To Come http://t.co/5H2hyfOTQJ pic.twitter.com/vAi0huNcq8
— BuzzFeed News (@BuzzFeedNews) September 16, 2014
He might have asked the mayor: "How are the Braves doing?"
NEWS: president Obama chats with Mayor @KasimReed upon arrival at HartsfieldJackson Atlanta International Airport pic.twitter.com/ZI2O64fTF0
— YOUNG ATLANTA (@YoungAtlanta13) September 16, 2014
But then he made Atlanta motorists angry by causing a traffic nightmare.
Traffic is terrible in Atlanta. Thanks a lot Obama.
— Troy Mulkey (@TRobertsonM) September 16, 2014
The latest boxer-turned-rapper-owned mansion could belong to none other than Ricky Rozay, aka Rick Ross "the Bawse," who may have recently purchased Atlanta boxing legend Evander Holyfield's foreclosed Fayetteville home. An Instagram photo posted last week by Ross's Maybach Music label signee Meek Mill features the Bawse chilling atop the second-story staircase banister, with a congratulatory message from Mill that reads: "new crib is unreal!"
This "crib" ain't for baby ballers.
Valued at $10 million before the real estate bust, JPMorgan Chase & Company purchased the 54,000-square-foot spread, which sits on 105 acres and has 109 rooms, in 2012 for $7.5 million after it went into foreclosure. When the New York Times reported on it last November, the home was on the auction block with a bidding price that had reached $2.75 million. Holyfield reportedly owed $14 million on the 20-year-old mega-mansion at the time of foreclosure.
In addition to being listed as the "largest single family home in GA," the 12-room, 21-bathroom main house boasts a 350,000-gallon outdoor pool, bowling alley, baseball field, and indoor lap pool. There's also an extra 4,000-square-foot home on the property that one of Holyfield's ex-wives resided in for a spell after their divorce.
Of course, the upkeep costs a pretty penny: approximately $1 million annually, Holyfield once told the AJC, with monthly power bills in the $17,000 range.
But there are plenty other off-hand gems to be scooped, including a question of concern from one fan, homeboy5925, regarding the state of Atlanta's long-suffering historically black college, Morris Brown:
When you gonna bring Morris Brown back man? That school just sittin there in shambles. Yall put em on with that one joint on Idlewild but I think the school was already bout gone by then. I went to Morehouse after Brown fell off and the AUC just didnt feel the same. Did you ever try to like, help them out? Can Morris Brown even be helped?
But even some within the flock (be that Perry's flock or the conservative black church in general) are scratching their heads at the religious role reversal that occurred Sunday when Perry up and laid hands on renowned pastor Bishop T.D. Jakes, instead of the other way around.
Jakes may have served as a spiritual adviser to past and current presidents George W. Bush and Barack Obama, authored over 30 books on a range of Christian-ly topics, and presided for nearly 20 years over one of the nation's largest megachurches, but on Sunday he got blessed by another patron saint of a large segment of black America.
If anybody has a closet-full of freaky Freaknik tales, it's gotta be Uncle Luke. It's probably no coincidence that Atlanta's salacious black spring break street parties of the '90s happened to overlap with Luke's run as a solo artist. Between 1990 and 1997, he dropped six albums, including his second LP, I Got Shit On My Mind, released in Nov. 1992 just months before Freaknik's word-of-mouth exposure truly broke nationwide.
But if you really want to get an idea what Freaknik's early years were like, you might be better served to rewind a couple of old Luke songs like "I Wanna Rock" or "Head, Head and More Head" (both from I Got Shit On My Mind) than to read his quote's from Complex's "Oral History of Freaknik."
While the writer does an admirable job of getting people such as '90s R&B freak Adina Howard to drag some of their Freaknik skeletons out of the closet, Complex ultimately proves that what happened at Freaknik - before the age of cellphone cameras and Instagram - remains forever dead and buried. Even ol' Uncle Luke, recent Miami mayoral candidate that he is, kept it PC:
My most memorable experience is when we did a big concert in [Piedmont Park]. Everybody was there. Goodie Mob, the whole Dungeon Family, Lil Jon, Jermaine Dupri. It was a big major concert in the park. That was probably one of my most memorable events.
Yeah, right. If you believe that was Luther Campbell's most memorable Freaknik experience, I've got a hot pair of 2 Live Crew reunion show tix to sell you.
Hedonism aside, the Complex piece does a great job of capturing the political environment that brewed around Freaknik as it evolved/devolved from black college party to misogynistic free-for-all attended by more people who probably couldn't spell "college" than actual students.
City Councilman Derrick Boazman recalls how then-Mayor Bill Campbell was torn between supporting a black event that grew from positive origins and respecting the requests of mostly white citizens who grew tired of surrendering their neighborhoods to the annual spring break wild-out:
I don't think I've ever checked a piece of luggage at the airport without mentally coming to terms with the possibility that I won't see it or its contents ever again. In response, presumably, to the unease associated with checking bags, Delta launched an app a while back that, among other things, allows you to track your bags "like you'd track a package," even mid-flight.
To promote the app, they released a video late last year that LITERALLY tracks a bag — one that's been fitted with six cameras — from check-in at a counter in Atlanta to its arrival on a carousel in New York. As the Atlantic pointed out, the ride for a piece of luggage actually looks kinda fun and like it's less likely to expose you to whatever communicable disease the disgustoids inside the plane are carrying. But I don't necessarily feel any less uneasy about checking bags.
Today we continue to mourn the death of disco queen Donna Summer, who succumbed to lung cancer yesterday at the age of 63. Another sad thing is that in 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
Two seemingly unrelated incidences of death happening, right? Not according to today's editorial cartoon in the AJC.
Is Donna Summer being buried next to JFK? Was she President of the United States at some point? Does this have something to do with RFK Jr.'s estranged wife dying yesterday? I assume the answer to all of these questions is, "No."
Back when I was in college — way back in 2005 — we dealt with the stress of exam week the old fashioned way. We guzzled mouthwash or rubbing alcohol (whatever we could get our hands on), and smoked cigarettes we rolled by hand using the probably toxic pages of sexually explicit library books. I can still feel Flaubert's words burning in my chest.
Students these days have a warmer, fuzzier option ... LITERALLALALAALLALLLY. From Emory's news center:
This spring, for the first time, the Emory law library offered to put a warm, fuzzy face on finals week, offering students, faculty and staff a chance to take a different kind of stress break.
The invitation was simple: Would you like to pet a dog?
Third-year Emory Law student Will Romine didn't need to be asked twice. He entered the Fyr Rare Book Room, dropped to all fours, and began romping with 5-month-old Jazzy, a flirtatious Labradoodle.
The student wellness project, which ran from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. over six days, employed six dogs per day, working for two-hour shifts in teams of two. Participants signed up to spend time with the dogs in 20-minute intervals. Several returned for repeat visits.
In the laughter and sighs, you could feel the tension evaporate.
You know what we had to cuddle with in the library? Rats. But usually we just ate them because our ailing bodies required the protein.
KIDS THESE DAYS.
Time lapse videos are fun. As a society, we love them. Probably because we're impatient, and would live our lives fast forwarding through things with remote controls like in the movie "Click," a plot we'd be familiar with if we hadn't fast forwarded through the whole thing. It was for the best.
Anyway, here's a ten-second video of City Hall East's parking deck being gobbled up by a jaunty backhoe with comical musical accompaniment. ENJOY.
Some guy named Damon Davis, who claims to be an "Atlanta evangelical leader" and runs something called Legacy Worldwide Foundation, says he plans to distribute thousands of bibles to Congress, schools and military personnel.
And not just any bible, but something called the American Patriot's Bible, which was written by one Richard Lee, who describes himself as "the Founding Pastor of First Redeemer Church located in metropolitan Atlanta."
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