Recursive racism and others

[draftermatt]

...there was a joke going that you could always tell when you'd entered Pennsylvania by the change in the quality of the roads.

It's not just a joke. A friend of mine used to be a paramedic and though most of the time he was in PA sometimes he was in MD.

He said he had to be mindful of where he was when listening to someone's heart for noises because if he was in PA the roads were so noisy he sometimes couldn't tell one noise from another.

Thanks for the translation, to me sidewalk is what you walk on, pavement is what you drive on. Though technically both are "paved"

[Jester]

I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government

There is nothing in those lyrics that says whether Bobby was in the road or on the sidewalk, merely that he is "on the pavement." Could mean a whole bunch of things.

I feel the need to speak for Bob since A. he will probably never be on this site, and B. at karaoke I do a mean Dylan impression.

[dalesys]

... B. at karaoke I do a mean Dylan impression.

...a voice very much like a dog with its leg caught in barbwire? (The Dillards introducing "Walkin' Down the Line")

[Bliss]

I preffer Tom Waits' "Soaked in bourbon and left to dry in a smoking joint" voice myself.

[Nohbody]

B. at karaoke I do a mean Dylan impression.

My condolences.

Seriously, he's a fair-to-good songwriter, but the man simply cannot sing for squat, no matter how much he tries. I mean, f'rex, compare the Dylan and Hendrix versions of "All Along the Watchtower", as a local radio station did a few months back for some "covers and remakes" weekend gimmick.