Tuesday, June 21, 2016
My. My. My.
ESPN. The Body Issue.
http://espn.go.com/espn/feature/story/_/page/body/espn-magazine-body-issue?ex_cid=espntw
http://espn.go.com/espn/feature/story/_/page/body/espn-magazine-body-issue?ex_cid=espntw
Broadway for Orlando - What The World Needs Now is Love - Music Video
http://www.broadwayrecords.com/shop/broadway-for-orlando-what-the-world-needs-now-is-love-mp3
Does It Matter?
Excerpts from Atlas Obscura -
In Indonesia, Non-Binary Gender is a Centuries-Old Idea
Modern Western culture is slowly acknowledging gender fluidity, but "third genders" and other classifications have existed throughout history.
By Jessie Guy-Ryan
This week, an Oregon judge ruled to allow Jamie Shupe, a 52-year-old former Army mechanic, to list themselves as non-binary—that is, neither male nor female on their driver’s license. The ruling is likely the first time that an individual has been allowed to legally identify as non-binary in the United States, and represents part of a growing effort around the world to extend legal recognition to those whose identities fall outside the masculine/feminine gender binary.
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The Bugis are the largest ethnic group in South Sulawesi, Indonesia, and are unique in their conception of five distinct gender identities. (Bold is mine). Aside from the cisgender masculinity and femininity that Westerners are broadly familiar with, the Bugis interpretation of gender includes calabai (feminine men), calalai (masculine women) and bissu, which anthropologist Sharyn Graham describes as a “meta-gender” considered to be “a combination of all genders.” In a 2002 article for the International Institute of Asian Studies’ Newsletter, Graham explains the key role bissu play in Bugis culture.
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/in-indonesia-nonbinary-gender-is-a-centuriesold-idea
In Indonesia, Non-Binary Gender is a Centuries-Old Idea
Modern Western culture is slowly acknowledging gender fluidity, but "third genders" and other classifications have existed throughout history.
By Jessie Guy-Ryan
This week, an Oregon judge ruled to allow Jamie Shupe, a 52-year-old former Army mechanic, to list themselves as non-binary—that is, neither male nor female on their driver’s license. The ruling is likely the first time that an individual has been allowed to legally identify as non-binary in the United States, and represents part of a growing effort around the world to extend legal recognition to those whose identities fall outside the masculine/feminine gender binary.
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The Bugis are the largest ethnic group in South Sulawesi, Indonesia, and are unique in their conception of five distinct gender identities. (Bold is mine). Aside from the cisgender masculinity and femininity that Westerners are broadly familiar with, the Bugis interpretation of gender includes calabai (feminine men), calalai (masculine women) and bissu, which anthropologist Sharyn Graham describes as a “meta-gender” considered to be “a combination of all genders.” In a 2002 article for the International Institute of Asian Studies’ Newsletter, Graham explains the key role bissu play in Bugis culture.
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/in-indonesia-nonbinary-gender-is-a-centuriesold-idea
Sacrifices Made in the Name of Science
From Atlas Obscura -
Ranking the Pain of Stinging Insects, From ‘Caustic’ to ‘Blinding'
One passionate entomologist poetically describes and ranks over 70 species' painful stings.
By Lauren Young
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-colorful-pain-index-of-the-stinging-ants-bees-and-wasps-around-the-world
Ranking the Pain of Stinging Insects, From ‘Caustic’ to ‘Blinding'
One passionate entomologist poetically describes and ranks over 70 species' painful stings.
By Lauren Young
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-colorful-pain-index-of-the-stinging-ants-bees-and-wasps-around-the-world
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Only in Houston
An excerpt from the New York Times -
50,000 Cans of Beer on the Wall
By MANNY FERNANDEZ
Zoning is an easy subject to grasp in Houston: It doesn’t exist here. Houston is the largest city in the country without zoning laws. The significance of this didn’t sink in until last year, when my son was in kindergarten and he came up with the idea of turning our house into a public library. I’m not quite sure what he envisioned, and whether he wanted bookcases in all our bedrooms or just his, and whether we would be open on Saturdays or just on weekdays.
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/16/insider/50000-cans-of-beer-on-the-wall.html?hpw&rref=times-insider&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=well-region®ion=bottom-well&WT.nav=bottom-well
50,000 Cans of Beer on the Wall
By MANNY FERNANDEZ
Zoning is an easy subject to grasp in Houston: It doesn’t exist here. Houston is the largest city in the country without zoning laws. The significance of this didn’t sink in until last year, when my son was in kindergarten and he came up with the idea of turning our house into a public library. I’m not quite sure what he envisioned, and whether he wanted bookcases in all our bedrooms or just his, and whether we would be open on Saturdays or just on weekdays.
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/16/insider/50000-cans-of-beer-on-the-wall.html?hpw&rref=times-insider&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=well-region®ion=bottom-well&WT.nav=bottom-well
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Happy Father's Day
To all you dads, young and old.
To all you who are absolutely clueless, and know it, and to the seasoned veterans who have figured it out.
I think fathers have it harder.
Somehow, so much about being a mom is instinctive.
Fatherhood, not so much.
How else do you explain how a man can walk out on his kids, seeing them every blue moon, if then, and be OK with that.
Although it happens with women who walk away from their offspring, but it's rare.
So, for all of you dads who have stuck it out, kudos.
We don't need you to be perfect, we just need you to be there.
Even if you're separated or divorced, you can and should, still be there for your kids.
They need you.
They need to know that no matter what, you've got them.
They need to know they can depend on you.
You see, as much as we moms fill in the blanks and pull up the slack when you're gone, by choice or otherwise, it's no substitute for the real thing.
For those of you who would argue that some people are better off with their fathers out of their lives (those who are abusive, for example), I agree. Many a mom has run away to escape the horrors in their home, but I'd like to think that this is rare, too.
I choose to believe that most people want to do the right thing.
Most fathers want to be there.
They want to be better.
So for those of you fathers who are there, trying, doing your best to make it work,
Happy Father's Day!
And for those of you who are not . . .
Come on guys, you got this.
To all you who are absolutely clueless, and know it, and to the seasoned veterans who have figured it out.
I think fathers have it harder.
Somehow, so much about being a mom is instinctive.
Fatherhood, not so much.
How else do you explain how a man can walk out on his kids, seeing them every blue moon, if then, and be OK with that.
Although it happens with women who walk away from their offspring, but it's rare.
So, for all of you dads who have stuck it out, kudos.
We don't need you to be perfect, we just need you to be there.
Even if you're separated or divorced, you can and should, still be there for your kids.
They need you.
They need to know that no matter what, you've got them.
They need to know they can depend on you.
You see, as much as we moms fill in the blanks and pull up the slack when you're gone, by choice or otherwise, it's no substitute for the real thing.
For those of you who would argue that some people are better off with their fathers out of their lives (those who are abusive, for example), I agree. Many a mom has run away to escape the horrors in their home, but I'd like to think that this is rare, too.
I choose to believe that most people want to do the right thing.
Most fathers want to be there.
They want to be better.
So for those of you fathers who are there, trying, doing your best to make it work,
Happy Father's Day!
And for those of you who are not . . .
Come on guys, you got this.
Lessons Learned
An excerpt from the Washington Post -
I watched my dad work, and I learned about life
By Ted Gup
I had much to learn. Once I forgot to lower the beam into the steel brace securing the back door, leaving it vulnerable to thieves. Father was not pleased. He explained to me that our “livelihood” depended upon the store and that it was my duty to safeguard it. I had let him down.
But I also remember the Sunday when, on our way to the Stark County Fair, we stopped by the store and discovered that it had been broken into. The drawer to the cash register was emptied and smashed in pieces on the floor, and a rack of suits was gone. Instead of fuming, Father calmly phoned the alarm company and off we went to the fair. We cheered the tractor pulls, sized up the prize bulls and marveled at gargantuan pumpkins — but not another word was spoken of the break-in. A few days later my father took out an ad in the local paper, The Repository, offering the robbers free alterations for anything that didn’t fit and a standing invitation to return as paying customers. From that I learned that what really counted lay beyond the reach of thieves. And, yes, that humor could be found in unexpected places.
I liked working in the back of the store. My father made sure the bathroom detail fell to me. It was a message intended not only for me but also for everyone in the store who watched to see how the boss’s son would be treated. With brush and Comet, I proudly scrubbed away the stains until the bowl and sink gleamed. I broke up boxes and piled them high in the back alley for removal. I wielded a wide broom around and under the tailor’s shop and steam press, sweeping up fallen razor blades, bits of chalk, bobbins, severed cuffs, orphaned threads and discarded plastic coffee cups. It was also my chance to talk with the tailor, Remo, an Italian who always drove a new Riviera, and to steal a glimpse of his wall calendar that featured pin-ups. My father respected him and the hours he put in. Remo, my father explained, was an “immigrant,” a word he uttered as if it were a title of nobility and a synonym for sacrifice.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/what-i-learned-from-watching-my-dad-at-work/2016/06/17/455c2dcc-3308-11e6-8758-d58e76e11b12_story.html?hpid=hp_hp-more-top-stories_bz-gup454pm_1-duplicate%3Ahomepage%2Fstory
I watched my dad work, and I learned about life
By Ted Gup
I had much to learn. Once I forgot to lower the beam into the steel brace securing the back door, leaving it vulnerable to thieves. Father was not pleased. He explained to me that our “livelihood” depended upon the store and that it was my duty to safeguard it. I had let him down.
But I also remember the Sunday when, on our way to the Stark County Fair, we stopped by the store and discovered that it had been broken into. The drawer to the cash register was emptied and smashed in pieces on the floor, and a rack of suits was gone. Instead of fuming, Father calmly phoned the alarm company and off we went to the fair. We cheered the tractor pulls, sized up the prize bulls and marveled at gargantuan pumpkins — but not another word was spoken of the break-in. A few days later my father took out an ad in the local paper, The Repository, offering the robbers free alterations for anything that didn’t fit and a standing invitation to return as paying customers. From that I learned that what really counted lay beyond the reach of thieves. And, yes, that humor could be found in unexpected places.
I liked working in the back of the store. My father made sure the bathroom detail fell to me. It was a message intended not only for me but also for everyone in the store who watched to see how the boss’s son would be treated. With brush and Comet, I proudly scrubbed away the stains until the bowl and sink gleamed. I broke up boxes and piled them high in the back alley for removal. I wielded a wide broom around and under the tailor’s shop and steam press, sweeping up fallen razor blades, bits of chalk, bobbins, severed cuffs, orphaned threads and discarded plastic coffee cups. It was also my chance to talk with the tailor, Remo, an Italian who always drove a new Riviera, and to steal a glimpse of his wall calendar that featured pin-ups. My father respected him and the hours he put in. Remo, my father explained, was an “immigrant,” a word he uttered as if it were a title of nobility and a synonym for sacrifice.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/what-i-learned-from-watching-my-dad-at-work/2016/06/17/455c2dcc-3308-11e6-8758-d58e76e11b12_story.html?hpid=hp_hp-more-top-stories_bz-gup454pm_1-duplicate%3Ahomepage%2Fstory
This is Why
Excerpts from The Undefeated - H/T Ben
O.J. was the lesser of two evils
‘I was rooting much more against the LAPD than for Simpson.’ By Michael Wilbon
Now, as then, white friends and colleagues reacted with horror when they perceived we were “rooting for O.J.”
Why are you rooting for him to escape the police?
Why are you cheering his acquittal when there was so much evidence against him?
Why? Because there has been overwhelming evidence against white murderers and rapists for 400 years. and when black victims got no justice, there was usually zero national outrage. To quote Malcolm X, perhaps the chickens had come home to roost. Turnabout brought some teeny-tiny measure of a sense of universal justice, if not justice in our legal system. For every O.J. Simpson (and there seemed to be only one) there were thousands of Byron De La Beckwiths littering American history, as if the evidence against him wasn’t overwhelming after he murdered Medgar Evers and nonetheless walked for three decades.
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What Made in America has done, in my case, is hardened my original positions. It has nothing to do with whether I believe Simpson committed the murders (I do). But the fact that Clark arrogantly presumed that she would connect with black female jurors – as if she was Oprah – only to find out the black female jurors hated her. The fact that she and Bill Hodgman are still essentially lamenting on camera that they were unable to rig an all-or mostly-white jury enables anybody who looks closely to see their true colors. Clark isn’t as loathsome as Fuhrman, who is nearly as dangerous now as he was then. He proclaims on camera “They found a flaw in me,” as if his racist policing was merely a flaw.
http://theundefeated.com/features/o-j-was-the-lesser-of-two-evils/
O.J. was the lesser of two evils
‘I was rooting much more against the LAPD than for Simpson.’ By Michael Wilbon
Now, as then, white friends and colleagues reacted with horror when they perceived we were “rooting for O.J.”
Why are you rooting for him to escape the police?
Why are you cheering his acquittal when there was so much evidence against him?
Why? Because there has been overwhelming evidence against white murderers and rapists for 400 years. and when black victims got no justice, there was usually zero national outrage. To quote Malcolm X, perhaps the chickens had come home to roost. Turnabout brought some teeny-tiny measure of a sense of universal justice, if not justice in our legal system. For every O.J. Simpson (and there seemed to be only one) there were thousands of Byron De La Beckwiths littering American history, as if the evidence against him wasn’t overwhelming after he murdered Medgar Evers and nonetheless walked for three decades.
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What Made in America has done, in my case, is hardened my original positions. It has nothing to do with whether I believe Simpson committed the murders (I do). But the fact that Clark arrogantly presumed that she would connect with black female jurors – as if she was Oprah – only to find out the black female jurors hated her. The fact that she and Bill Hodgman are still essentially lamenting on camera that they were unable to rig an all-or mostly-white jury enables anybody who looks closely to see their true colors. Clark isn’t as loathsome as Fuhrman, who is nearly as dangerous now as he was then. He proclaims on camera “They found a flaw in me,” as if his racist policing was merely a flaw.
http://theundefeated.com/features/o-j-was-the-lesser-of-two-evils/
I've Learned, Part 2
On most days, I choose not to give unsolicited advice, always remembering my Mom's words, "The folks who give you advice don't pay for your mistakes."
Having said that, I'm going to add to a previous post and share more things I've learned along the way.
Here goes.
I've learned . . .
To love myself.
I can choose to hate myself or embrace myself. I choose to embrace me. Love me. Not in a narcissistic way, but in a way that validates me, reminding me that I matter, just the way I am.
I've learned . . .
You're never too old for adventure.
I've learned . . .
It's never wrong to do right.
I've learned . . .
To listen to the dissenting voices, then make a decision.
I've learned . . .
That being happy for others doesn't diminish my happiness, but adds to it.
I've learned . . .
That the easiest thing in the world is just being me. The struggle came when I tried to be someone else.
I've learned . . .
To bloom where I'm planted. No matter how rich or how barren the land.
I've learned . . .
The value of reflection. What worked? What didn't? What could I do differently? How could I have helped more?
I've learned . . .
The value of learning. Of surrounding myself with people who are smarter than me.
I've learned . . .
That food tastes better when it's shared with others.
I've learned . . .
That before you can love someone else, you have to love yourself.
I've learned . . .
Not to make someone a priority in your life, when you're only an option in their's.
I've learned . . .
That some people are destined to be in your life forever, and some are just passing through, and either way, it's OK.
I've learned . . .
To own my mistakes. To learn from them and move on.
I've learned . . .
How little I know.
Having said that, I'm going to add to a previous post and share more things I've learned along the way.
Here goes.
I've learned . . .
To love myself.
I can choose to hate myself or embrace myself. I choose to embrace me. Love me. Not in a narcissistic way, but in a way that validates me, reminding me that I matter, just the way I am.
I've learned . . .
You're never too old for adventure.
I've learned . . .
It's never wrong to do right.
I've learned . . .
To listen to the dissenting voices, then make a decision.
I've learned . . .
That being happy for others doesn't diminish my happiness, but adds to it.
I've learned . . .
That the easiest thing in the world is just being me. The struggle came when I tried to be someone else.
I've learned . . .
To bloom where I'm planted. No matter how rich or how barren the land.
I've learned . . .
The value of reflection. What worked? What didn't? What could I do differently? How could I have helped more?
I've learned . . .
The value of learning. Of surrounding myself with people who are smarter than me.
I've learned . . .
That food tastes better when it's shared with others.
I've learned . . .
That before you can love someone else, you have to love yourself.
I've learned . . .
Not to make someone a priority in your life, when you're only an option in their's.
I've learned . . .
That some people are destined to be in your life forever, and some are just passing through, and either way, it's OK.
I've learned . . .
To own my mistakes. To learn from them and move on.
I've learned . . .
How little I know.
Friday, June 17, 2016
Flippin' Good Time
An excerpt from the Washington Post -
Donnell Whittenburg closes in on stardom, one vault at a time
By Dave Sheinin
Brown, a single mother of three, was desperate to find the boy an outlet, so one day she scraped together some money and drove him out to the suburbs north of town. He was 7 years old. And on the third day of the beginners’ gymnastics class, someone tapped her on the shoulder: A woman said the coach of the elite boys’ team wanted to talk to her. He had seen Donnell. He wanted to coach him.
That’s how it all started — how Donnell Whittenburg found his way to the sport that would eventually become his calling, and that, some 14 years later, would bring him to the cusp of stardom — closing in on a berth on the U.S. Olympic men’s gymnastics team, with plenty of people saying his extreme power and daring vaults make him a legitimate medal threat at the 2016 Rio de Janeiro Olympics.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/olympics/donnell-whittenburg-closes-in-on-stardom-one-vault-at-a-time/2016/06/17/fb5a0f1a-2811-11e6-b989-4e5479715b54_story.html?hpid=hp_hp-more-top-stories_no-name%3Ahomepage%2Fstory
Donnell Whittenburg closes in on stardom, one vault at a time
By Dave Sheinin
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| Donnell Whittenburg of Baltimore will try to nail down a spot on the five-man Olympic team at next weekend’s men’s gymnastics trials in St. Louis. (Jonathan Newton/The Washington Post) |
Brown, a single mother of three, was desperate to find the boy an outlet, so one day she scraped together some money and drove him out to the suburbs north of town. He was 7 years old. And on the third day of the beginners’ gymnastics class, someone tapped her on the shoulder: A woman said the coach of the elite boys’ team wanted to talk to her. He had seen Donnell. He wanted to coach him.
That’s how it all started — how Donnell Whittenburg found his way to the sport that would eventually become his calling, and that, some 14 years later, would bring him to the cusp of stardom — closing in on a berth on the U.S. Olympic men’s gymnastics team, with plenty of people saying his extreme power and daring vaults make him a legitimate medal threat at the 2016 Rio de Janeiro Olympics.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/olympics/donnell-whittenburg-closes-in-on-stardom-one-vault-at-a-time/2016/06/17/fb5a0f1a-2811-11e6-b989-4e5479715b54_story.html?hpid=hp_hp-more-top-stories_no-name%3Ahomepage%2Fstory
Black Girl Magic in Tech
An excerpt from the Good -
Tech’s Best Investment
Black women entrepreneurs generate over $44 billion in revenue annually in the U.S., yet fewer than 1 percent get funded. What gives?
by Demetria Irwin
Black women are the fastest-growing group of entrepreneurs in the country, generating over $44 billion a year in revenue. So why do fewer than one percent of their startup ideas get funded? When a startup earns $1 billion in venture capital, people like to call it a “unicorn.” But we’d like to introduce you to a few true rarities: black women making it work in tech.
https://www.good.is/features/issue-37-techs-best-investment?utm_source=thedailygood&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=dailygood
Tech’s Best Investment
Black women entrepreneurs generate over $44 billion in revenue annually in the U.S., yet fewer than 1 percent get funded. What gives?
by Demetria Irwin
Black women are the fastest-growing group of entrepreneurs in the country, generating over $44 billion a year in revenue. So why do fewer than one percent of their startup ideas get funded? When a startup earns $1 billion in venture capital, people like to call it a “unicorn.” But we’d like to introduce you to a few true rarities: black women making it work in tech.
https://www.good.is/features/issue-37-techs-best-investment?utm_source=thedailygood&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=dailygood
He Nails It
Starting at 18:00, he nails them to the cross. Go to that point to see him eviscerate Congress and their ineptitude on gun control.
Black Blood Donors Banned
An excerpt from Atlas Obscura -
In the Early 1940s, the Red Cross Banned Black Blood Donors
Sometimes, the politics of who can give blood has less to do with medical limitations than cultural ones. By Cara Giaimo
Due to FDA guidelines, many queer men—specifically, men who have had sex with another man sometime in the past year—are not allowed to donate blood. Despite blowback from medical experts, who called prior versions of the ban "antiquated" and "discriminatory," it has remained in place, in one form or another, since it was first instated in 1983. On this particular week, the ban seems like an additional assault. "I want to be able to help my brothers and sisters that are out there, that are suffering right now," one gay man, Garrett Jurss, told NBC Orlando. "But I can't, and I feel helpless."
But this isn't the first time blood donation has mixed with discrimination. Right when the U.S. entered World War II—just as blood donation was becoming a way for people to express their patriotism, dedication, and pride—black Americans nationwide were banned from giving blood. A look back at this ban highlights how decisions regarding who gets to donate blood are driven as much by cultural questions as by medical ones.
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/in-the-early-1940s-the-red-cross-banned-black-blood-donors?utm_source=Boomtrain&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=20160617&bt_email=fayesharpe@gmail.com&bt_ts=1466174723567
In the Early 1940s, the Red Cross Banned Black Blood Donors
Sometimes, the politics of who can give blood has less to do with medical limitations than cultural ones. By Cara Giaimo
Due to FDA guidelines, many queer men—specifically, men who have had sex with another man sometime in the past year—are not allowed to donate blood. Despite blowback from medical experts, who called prior versions of the ban "antiquated" and "discriminatory," it has remained in place, in one form or another, since it was first instated in 1983. On this particular week, the ban seems like an additional assault. "I want to be able to help my brothers and sisters that are out there, that are suffering right now," one gay man, Garrett Jurss, told NBC Orlando. "But I can't, and I feel helpless."
But this isn't the first time blood donation has mixed with discrimination. Right when the U.S. entered World War II—just as blood donation was becoming a way for people to express their patriotism, dedication, and pride—black Americans nationwide were banned from giving blood. A look back at this ban highlights how decisions regarding who gets to donate blood are driven as much by cultural questions as by medical ones.
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/in-the-early-1940s-the-red-cross-banned-black-blood-donors?utm_source=Boomtrain&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=20160617&bt_email=fayesharpe@gmail.com&bt_ts=1466174723567
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