Do you feel safe? Try your luck on something unexpected


Who is your favorite singer? Your first pet? Address at your birth?

While you’re at it, pass on the Social Security numbers, routing numbers and a good phone I can call from the Caymans, giggling madly “Hahahahahhahahafruitcake”.

Transparent phishing scams abound on social media, and like shows that never seem to stop coming back, it’s because people are doing it.

People click. People are fishing. People click on the bait. Puffish on clickbait. You know what I mean.

And then they are shocked, shocked I tell you! When someone steals personal information, empties a bank account, accumulates outrageous charges from Ax at Buc-ee.

Stellar point: You don’t have to answer such questions honestly.

What is my favorite color? Obsequious. Surname? Fartsack. The second favorite shed furniture of the cousin of the wife of the first boss? Freddie.

It is in the realm of possibility that someone could find out the name of my first pet, being as I posted his picture, one with us together since the age of 4 or 5, decked out in boots from cowboy and a hat, the last time I looked dapper in a topper because there was no hair underneath to step in.

Someone could research my old addresses, including the Dothan neighborhood where we lived in four, count them, four houses. But it wouldn’t be my hometown street.

No, for that you should be looking for, uh, recordings. Hospitals would be hard to break into – although it has happened to DCH – but phone books, birth certificates, school stuff, all of that and more can be found at your fingertips, with a few well-placed purchases.

Some might guess my favorite singer would be Bruce Springsteen, who I’ve written a bit about. It’s this guy, this guru who came to scold at the right time, beating pulses I didn’t always know I needed, blazing paths, putting up signs, a friend, a confidante, another hilarious genius-idiot from ‘elsewhere – for a guy who has never felt at home anywhere – with whom to identify, like Douglas Adams and Joe Strummer.

Someone who made me feel less alone, another nutty and wordy stranger, a passionate and over-impatient head-brainer with wheels for wings, telling me how I felt only before. A person who lifts me up and lifts me up, even when my bowels break.

So you can guess Bruce.

But you would be wrong.

He is certainly one of my favorite musicians, and perhaps the most influential – although Warren Zevon, Tom Waits, Sly Stone, Prince, Cole Porter, Debussy, Tchaikovsky and the Gershwins may share the blame – but who can. choose one? It’s like asking which of your kids is your favorite.

As I only have one goddaughter, she is by far the best.

OK, such a bad example. But I’m sure a lot of you think at least one of your kids is crap, because come on, he’s really the worst, and others are just a little bit meh. Placeholders, until something more specific comes along, like that smartest, strongest, and most interesting third child.

They should really ask “Who is your favorite offspring?” As a matter of security, so that far into the future when your children and grandchildren try to break into your cellphone / TV account, you will always start fierce quarrels.

What’s your favorite dish? Well what day is it? Who has only one thing?

Opportunities for Favorite Singer may include, but are not limited to: Billie Holiday, Elvis Costello, Aimee Mann, Richard Thompson, Sarah MacLachlan, Soapy Jones, Jil Chambless, Jerrell Bowden, Abby Jones, Kate Gates, Paul Westerberg, Ella Fitzgerald , Bryn Terfel, Flo and Eddie (of The Turtles), Maria McKee, Queen Latifah, Roy Orbison, Enya, the women (but not the bland men, who, okay, wrote most of the songs, but were also responsible of those hideous synthesizers) from ABBA, again Prince, Jenny Lewis, Polly Jean Harvey and a few hundred others.

But what would I probably say, for the sake of security? Slurple J. Duckshave.

Guess that, the Internet!

Oh, wait.

The point is, we’re already giving out information, second by second, so it’s pretty much pointless to pretend privacy exists. But why make it easier for thieves?

So, and here’s a thought in case you can’t easily remember Spjörk Lord Boozehammer Heavyfoot: Go find some new favorites.

About 8,000 people attended Riley Green’s show at the Tuscaloosa Amphitheater last week, so yes, even though the photos I saw made me happy, I didn’t think of going to hear this person whose I had never heard of it before, and I probably couldn’t choose out of a police line, although I would definitely try, as no masks I could see. They are not needed in the amp.

It’s outside. I understand. We all want to be done. To want is not to have, however, as I guess you adults already know.

But outdoors! So, I’m sure everyone was breathing directly into the stratosphere, and not inhaling everyone’s droplets at all from their elbows, knees, and back.

Doubtful everyone stayed within 6 feet of each other, the recommended safe spray distance. Go watch a slow motion video of a toilet flush and consider leaning over the toilet. Yes, it’s fascinating to watch the boom-boom go away, but think about how often you actually clean your toilet, and then think about how the guy next to you probably brushed that morning and went. since eaten three hot dishes. dogs with relish, four salty pretzels, several “light” beers, something fruity for the fun keepsake mug, and maybe his words, if he’s on good terms with a family member.

Amp’s last gig for me was ZZ Top, and all night long I felt like choking on the smoke, which I mean by Ax spray funk floating in the air, a miasma of ugly choice, fanciful hygiene and deep regrets. But it’s about the people, not the place. People: Stay away from scents, always, but especially in public, as Alabama summers last until November.

Even with the most contagious delta variant burning, the CDC says, “In general, you don’t need to wear a mask outside.”

However, he adds: “In areas with high COVID-19 cases, consider wearing a mask in overcrowded outdoor locations and for activities with close contact with other people who are not fully vaccinated. . “

Alabama currently has – wait, my fellow longtime Alabamians, delighted and proud of the wonderful writers, artists, musicians, humanitarians, scientists and other good people that we have produced, but continually dismayed by most of the leaders and leaders. state policies – vaccine rates abysmal.

While the vaccines are free and easy, as we like it, the full dose has only been given to around 40 percent of our population. And guess which 60 percent will go easily in a crowded public event without a mask?

I have attended a few indoor events where COVID-19 protocols are strict, and in both cases attendance was rare. Part of it may be because the kind of people who lean towards theater, art films, etc. aware and aware of responsibilities to others, in a teeming society.

At the Bama Theater, where half the seats have been removed, where plexiglass separates concessions from people, where masking is strongly encouraged, where social distancing is applied both on and off stage, there was perhaps 20 people dispersed to see the beautiful, thought-provoking film “Nine Days”.

Here’s one thing: you can’t ask everyone who hasn’t come – 100,000-ish in town, 38,000 students at UA – “Why not?” It could therefore be a justifiable fear of the coronavirus.

It could be that some people’s favorite movie has stayed the same since the first security issue surfaced, on Ogg’s Stone Tablet.

But here’s one thing: what if you’re afraid of crowds, but are vaccinated, cautious, and looking to get out every now and then? Look for something new. Find that favorite whim you never thought you needed. This is where the crowds are not.

Contact Tusk Editor-in-Chief, Mark Hughes Cobb, at [email protected], or call 205-722-0201.


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