Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Monday, December 12, 2016
Not Funny
An excerpt from Now I Know -
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Homeless Students
An excerpt from KQED -
Homeless U: How Students Study and Survive on the Streets
By Laura Klivans & Carrie Feibel
To study and survive at the same time, she must answer the same questions over and over. Can she afford dinner tonight? Will she be able to sit next to the secret outlet in the BART car so she can charge her phone? Can she get a job that still allows her to go to class and keep her grades up? These are just some of the challenges Jones and other homeless college students face in California.
https://ww2.kqed.org/news/2016/12/08/homeless-u-homework-without-a-home/
Homeless U: How Students Study and Survive on the Streets
By Laura Klivans & Carrie Feibel
To study and survive at the same time, she must answer the same questions over and over. Can she afford dinner tonight? Will she be able to sit next to the secret outlet in the BART car so she can charge her phone? Can she get a job that still allows her to go to class and keep her grades up? These are just some of the challenges Jones and other homeless college students face in California.
https://ww2.kqed.org/news/2016/12/08/homeless-u-homework-without-a-home/
Call to Prayer Controversy
An excerpt from the Washington Post -
Israel wants mosques to turn the volume way down
By William Booth and Ruth Eglash
JERUSALEM — When the call to prayer begins in the Palestinian neighborhoods here, the Muslim faithful hear a song beautiful and sublime. Hour by hour, five times a day, it is the soundtrack of their lives. And it stirs deep emotions.
Across the walls, across the lines that separate Arabs from Jews, the Muslims’ call to prayer means something very different.
The Jews hear noise, they say. And worse.
During periods of heightened violence, when the Jews who live near Palestinians hear the Arabs proclaim that “God is great!” in a broadcast that travels far from the mosque’s loudspeakers, they say they do not think of God.
They hear a threat.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/middle_east/israel-wants-mosques-to-turn-the-volume-way-down/2016/12/11/8631e9b0-b538-11e6-939c-91749443c5e5_story.html?utm_term=.04a9ab4ef5d1&wpisrc=nl_rainbow&wpmm=1
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I loved hearing the call to prayer. It was very soothing and reverential. It was foreign to me, but I didn't perceive it as being intrusive.
The issue here is so much more than these simple prayers recited throughout the day.
Israel wants mosques to turn the volume way down
By William Booth and Ruth Eglash
JERUSALEM — When the call to prayer begins in the Palestinian neighborhoods here, the Muslim faithful hear a song beautiful and sublime. Hour by hour, five times a day, it is the soundtrack of their lives. And it stirs deep emotions.
Across the walls, across the lines that separate Arabs from Jews, the Muslims’ call to prayer means something very different.
The Jews hear noise, they say. And worse.
During periods of heightened violence, when the Jews who live near Palestinians hear the Arabs proclaim that “God is great!” in a broadcast that travels far from the mosque’s loudspeakers, they say they do not think of God.
They hear a threat.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/middle_east/israel-wants-mosques-to-turn-the-volume-way-down/2016/12/11/8631e9b0-b538-11e6-939c-91749443c5e5_story.html?utm_term=.04a9ab4ef5d1&wpisrc=nl_rainbow&wpmm=1
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I loved hearing the call to prayer. It was very soothing and reverential. It was foreign to me, but I didn't perceive it as being intrusive.
The issue here is so much more than these simple prayers recited throughout the day.
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Brought Back Memories
An excerpt from the New Yorker -
SHOPGIRLS in Saudi Arabia
The art of selling lingerie.
By Katherine Zoepf
One morning in Riyadh, I was with a female photographer from the States and a male Saudi translator at Granada Center, another shopping mall. We were preparing to interview managers at a supermarket that had recently begun hiring women, and we’d stopped to buy breakfast at a Krispy Kreme stand. In the food court’s family section, frosted-glass partitions separate women and their male escorts from the section for single men. (Customers who don’t find this arrangement private enough sit at tables inside the family section, which are entirely surrounded by frosted-glass partitions.) We’d chosen a table next to windows overlooking a parking lot fringed by desiccated palm trees. I had spilled half a cup of coffee down the front of my abaya, and had shaken off my head scarf for a moment to dry myself with a wad of paper napkins. Our translator suddenly stopped talking, and I looked up to see two young men with long, untidy beards hovering over our table. They wore white thobe robes above their ankles, several inches shorter than is typical, and red-and-white checked ghutra headdresses without bands of black cord—styles favored by deeply religious Muslims and meant to indicate a rejection of vanity. They appeared to be in their early twenties, and it took me a moment to recognize them as members of the religious police. Our translator stood up. “If you could cover your hair,” he murmured, without looking at me.
The Committee for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice, the Saudi government group responsible for enforcing Sharia, is known as the Hai’a (the Arabic word means “committee”). Six years ago, Hai’a members were ordered to stop carrying canes, and they can no longer publicly strike miscreants, but they can detain and humiliate people and shut down businesses. Although the committee technically does not allow individual members to decide whether something is an affront to Sharia, they usually act as they see fit.
More than four thousand members of the Hai’a patrol in public places, making sure, among other things, that all women and girls past puberty are properly covered, and that men and women who are spotted together are either spouses or close relatives. We had violated both of these rules. The Hai’a men took our translator a few paces away and began rebuking him. He returned to our table to say that the men had asked for our passports. “You may need to call your embassy,” he whispered.
About twenty minutes later, the Hai’a men returned our passports, but took our translator away. As he was led out of the food court, I noticed other shoppers sneaking glances at us. A few of them had an expression that I recognized from elementary school—the sly, intent look of children enjoying the spectacle of schoolmates being disciplined by a teacher. An hour later, after our translator was released, he told us that he’d been taken to the Hai’a members’ S.U.V., and made to sign a “confession.” He laughed off our concern—forced confessions are something that young Saudi men take in stride.
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2013/12/23/shopgirls
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As expats living in the UAE, we were not required to cover our hair.
SHOPGIRLS in Saudi Arabia
The art of selling lingerie.
By Katherine Zoepf
One morning in Riyadh, I was with a female photographer from the States and a male Saudi translator at Granada Center, another shopping mall. We were preparing to interview managers at a supermarket that had recently begun hiring women, and we’d stopped to buy breakfast at a Krispy Kreme stand. In the food court’s family section, frosted-glass partitions separate women and their male escorts from the section for single men. (Customers who don’t find this arrangement private enough sit at tables inside the family section, which are entirely surrounded by frosted-glass partitions.) We’d chosen a table next to windows overlooking a parking lot fringed by desiccated palm trees. I had spilled half a cup of coffee down the front of my abaya, and had shaken off my head scarf for a moment to dry myself with a wad of paper napkins. Our translator suddenly stopped talking, and I looked up to see two young men with long, untidy beards hovering over our table. They wore white thobe robes above their ankles, several inches shorter than is typical, and red-and-white checked ghutra headdresses without bands of black cord—styles favored by deeply religious Muslims and meant to indicate a rejection of vanity. They appeared to be in their early twenties, and it took me a moment to recognize them as members of the religious police. Our translator stood up. “If you could cover your hair,” he murmured, without looking at me.
The Committee for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice, the Saudi government group responsible for enforcing Sharia, is known as the Hai’a (the Arabic word means “committee”). Six years ago, Hai’a members were ordered to stop carrying canes, and they can no longer publicly strike miscreants, but they can detain and humiliate people and shut down businesses. Although the committee technically does not allow individual members to decide whether something is an affront to Sharia, they usually act as they see fit.
More than four thousand members of the Hai’a patrol in public places, making sure, among other things, that all women and girls past puberty are properly covered, and that men and women who are spotted together are either spouses or close relatives. We had violated both of these rules. The Hai’a men took our translator a few paces away and began rebuking him. He returned to our table to say that the men had asked for our passports. “You may need to call your embassy,” he whispered.
About twenty minutes later, the Hai’a men returned our passports, but took our translator away. As he was led out of the food court, I noticed other shoppers sneaking glances at us. A few of them had an expression that I recognized from elementary school—the sly, intent look of children enjoying the spectacle of schoolmates being disciplined by a teacher. An hour later, after our translator was released, he told us that he’d been taken to the Hai’a members’ S.U.V., and made to sign a “confession.” He laughed off our concern—forced confessions are something that young Saudi men take in stride.
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2013/12/23/shopgirls
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As expats living in the UAE, we were not required to cover our hair.
International Number Ones
From Stumbleupon -
World Map Reveals What Different Countries Are Best At
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2rRrhr/:IZEHddkX:mWGShWS4/www.boredpanda.com/international-number-ones-statistics-world-map-2016
World Map Reveals What Different Countries Are Best At
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2rRrhr/:IZEHddkX:mWGShWS4/www.boredpanda.com/international-number-ones-statistics-world-map-2016
Black Girl Magic From Way Back
An excerpt from the Guardian -
How three black women helped send John Glenn into orbit
By Edward Helmore
When John Glenn was waiting to be fired into orbit aboard Friendship 7 in 1962, there was one person he trusted with the complex trajectory calculations required to bring him down safely from his orbital spaceflight: Katherine Johnson, an African-American mathematician who worked in Nasa’s segregated west area computers division.
“Get the girl, check the numbers,” Glenn said before boarding the rocket. “If she says they’re good, I’m good to go.”
Johnson was one of three female African-American mathematicians known as the “computers in skirts” who worked on the Redstone, Mercury and Apollo space programmes for Nasa. Now, thanks to an award-tipped movie, Johnson, Mary Jackson and Dorothy Vaughan are about to become more widely celebrated.
The film, Hidden Figures, stars Taraji P Henson of TV series Empire, soul singer and actress Janelle MonĂ¡e, Octavia Spencer from The Help movie, and Academy Award winner Kevin Costner.
https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/dec/11/black-women-mathematicians-nasa-john-glenn-space-race?CMP=oth_b-aplnews_d-1
How three black women helped send John Glenn into orbit
By Edward Helmore
When John Glenn was waiting to be fired into orbit aboard Friendship 7 in 1962, there was one person he trusted with the complex trajectory calculations required to bring him down safely from his orbital spaceflight: Katherine Johnson, an African-American mathematician who worked in Nasa’s segregated west area computers division.
“Get the girl, check the numbers,” Glenn said before boarding the rocket. “If she says they’re good, I’m good to go.”
Johnson was one of three female African-American mathematicians known as the “computers in skirts” who worked on the Redstone, Mercury and Apollo space programmes for Nasa. Now, thanks to an award-tipped movie, Johnson, Mary Jackson and Dorothy Vaughan are about to become more widely celebrated.
The film, Hidden Figures, stars Taraji P Henson of TV series Empire, soul singer and actress Janelle MonĂ¡e, Octavia Spencer from The Help movie, and Academy Award winner Kevin Costner.
https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/dec/11/black-women-mathematicians-nasa-john-glenn-space-race?CMP=oth_b-aplnews_d-1
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Pay the Piper
Stanford University band suspended after being accused of 'systemic cultural problem'
By Rong-Gong Lin II, Contact Reporter
By Rong-Gong Lin II, Contact Reporter
http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-stanford-band-suspended-20161209-story.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanford_Band
http://www.wsj.com/graphics/college-rankings-2016/
Twinkies?
From the New York Times -
How the Twinkie Made the Superrich Even Richer
By MICHAEL CORKERY and BEN PROTESS
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/10/business/dealbook/how-the-twinkie-made-the-super-rich-even-richer.html?action=click
How the Twinkie Made the Superrich Even Richer
By MICHAEL CORKERY and BEN PROTESS
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/10/business/dealbook/how-the-twinkie-made-the-super-rich-even-richer.html?action=click
Quote
From the Huffington Post - (Bold is mine)
Patton Oswalt
6 hours ago
This fucking election. Fucking Trump.
These newest revelations, that Russia hacked the election. Piles of evidence, teetering up to the sky. That Russia ALSO hacked the RNC and are holding them over a barrel because of what they know. Which would be hilarious if it wasn't so frightening.
And the boiling chaos that's resulting from it. I've got conservative friends actually DEFENDING Russia on this. I've got progressive friends gloating that we've finally had done to us what we've done to other countries. That Hillary somehow deserves this. That WE somehow deserve this. That infuriating cliche about, "It's actually GOOD ifTrump destroys everything it'll start a revolution BLAH BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH..."
And in the middle of it all is Trump -- bloated, grinning, oblivious, wearing his cheap baseball cap and ruining people's lives with his Twitter. While all around him -- smarter, better, exhausted people scramble around, trying to sweep up a china shop he keeps stumbling through, laughing the whole time at these stupid nerds picking up the broken pieces on the ground. Losers. Weak.
Trump doesn't spread evil. He doesn't even spread chaos. Evil and chaos are beyond his abilities. He spreads MEDIOCRITY. And anyone who gets near him gets dragged into the same sloppy, tossed-off, first-draft shitscape he lives in.
Except this time, it's the entire country who got too close to him. We're about to become, as a nation, as garish and pathetic as one of his hotel suites. Balsa wood under gold spray paint. A chandelier over a toilet. Knock-off Haviland and Parlon china on which to serve a Big Mac. And the people MAKING the Big Macs getting screwed, stripped and exploited while the predators high-five on their private jets.
In nine days the electors make their choice. Let's hope they choose to save us from our grope-y, racist uncle who just won $50,000 playing scratch-offs.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/patton-oswalt-donald-trump-no-holds-barred_us_584c6e5ee4b0bd9c3dfd1efa
Patton Oswalt
6 hours ago
This fucking election. Fucking Trump.
These newest revelations, that Russia hacked the election. Piles of evidence, teetering up to the sky. That Russia ALSO hacked the RNC and are holding them over a barrel because of what they know. Which would be hilarious if it wasn't so frightening.
And the boiling chaos that's resulting from it. I've got conservative friends actually DEFENDING Russia on this. I've got progressive friends gloating that we've finally had done to us what we've done to other countries. That Hillary somehow deserves this. That WE somehow deserve this. That infuriating cliche about, "It's actually GOOD ifTrump destroys everything it'll start a revolution BLAH BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH..."
And in the middle of it all is Trump -- bloated, grinning, oblivious, wearing his cheap baseball cap and ruining people's lives with his Twitter. While all around him -- smarter, better, exhausted people scramble around, trying to sweep up a china shop he keeps stumbling through, laughing the whole time at these stupid nerds picking up the broken pieces on the ground. Losers. Weak.
Trump doesn't spread evil. He doesn't even spread chaos. Evil and chaos are beyond his abilities. He spreads MEDIOCRITY. And anyone who gets near him gets dragged into the same sloppy, tossed-off, first-draft shitscape he lives in.
Except this time, it's the entire country who got too close to him. We're about to become, as a nation, as garish and pathetic as one of his hotel suites. Balsa wood under gold spray paint. A chandelier over a toilet. Knock-off Haviland and Parlon china on which to serve a Big Mac. And the people MAKING the Big Macs getting screwed, stripped and exploited while the predators high-five on their private jets.
In nine days the electors make their choice. Let's hope they choose to save us from our grope-y, racist uncle who just won $50,000 playing scratch-offs.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/patton-oswalt-donald-trump-no-holds-barred_us_584c6e5ee4b0bd9c3dfd1efa
Ask My Buddy - Amazon Alexa skill as seen on QVC with Bret Hamilton & Da...
This works.
I set up my Alexa with it and she heard the command while I was playing this video and called everyone on my Ask My Buddy lists. Freaked my family. I hadn't given them heads up that I had set this up.
Bad news - false alarm for my guys.
Good news - we know it works.
Hacking For the Greater Good
An excerpt from the LA Times -
These Stanford students are hacking the government to try to solve the world's problems
By Tracey Lien
They’re some of the brightest students in the country — a group of wunderkinds known for hacking their way through any problem thrown at them. So what could possibly stump a Stanford University student?
Government bureaucracy, it seems.
In a lecture hall nestled in Stanford’s Environment and Energy building, dozens of engineering, science and arts students were put through the bureaucratic wringer this year when they took Hacking 4 Defense and Hacking 4 Diplomacy.
The courses — taken for credit and taught by Stanford instructors — let teams of students choose from a list of real problems plaguing the government, paired them with sponsors from the Defense or State departments, and tasked them with not just finding a solution, but coming up with a viable product that the government would actually use.
http://www.latimes.com/business/technology/la-fi-tn-hacking-4-diplomacy-20161206-story.html
These Stanford students are hacking the government to try to solve the world's problems
By Tracey Lien
They’re some of the brightest students in the country — a group of wunderkinds known for hacking their way through any problem thrown at them. So what could possibly stump a Stanford University student?
Government bureaucracy, it seems.
In a lecture hall nestled in Stanford’s Environment and Energy building, dozens of engineering, science and arts students were put through the bureaucratic wringer this year when they took Hacking 4 Defense and Hacking 4 Diplomacy.
The courses — taken for credit and taught by Stanford instructors — let teams of students choose from a list of real problems plaguing the government, paired them with sponsors from the Defense or State departments, and tasked them with not just finding a solution, but coming up with a viable product that the government would actually use.
http://www.latimes.com/business/technology/la-fi-tn-hacking-4-diplomacy-20161206-story.html
Lost Luggage Lands Here
An excerpt from Thrillist -
WHERE DOES LOST AIRLINE LUGGAGE GO? TO AMERICA'S GREATEST THRIFT STORE.
By MATT MELTZER
Is that guy next to you on the subway REALLY wearing your one-of-a kind “Topher’s Bachelor Blowout 2014” T-shirt? He can’t be! It’s impossible! You lost that shirt on the return flight from Vegas two years ago. And now it's with THIS dude?
Well, if you never got your suitcase back there’s a decent chance your new nemesis made a trip to the Unclaimed Baggage Center in Scottsboro, Alabama. Part lost-and-found, part thrift store, this 40,000sqft superstore takes literally every lost suitcase in America, sifts through it, and puts the best stuff on its shelves. This is the story of how wayward luggage finds its way to the afterlife.
The store 45 minutes east of Huntsville has been around since 1970, when part-time insurance man Doyle Owens got the idea to purchase unclaimed bags from a local bus station, then sell the contents from tables a couple days a week. Eventually he expanded this practice to airlines, and 46 years later the store is stocking millions of items that Americans have lost on flights.
https://www.thrillist.com/travel/nation/unclaimed-baggage-center-scottsboro-alabama-thrift-store-lost-airline-bags-clothes-luggage
WHERE DOES LOST AIRLINE LUGGAGE GO? TO AMERICA'S GREATEST THRIFT STORE.
By MATT MELTZER
Is that guy next to you on the subway REALLY wearing your one-of-a kind “Topher’s Bachelor Blowout 2014” T-shirt? He can’t be! It’s impossible! You lost that shirt on the return flight from Vegas two years ago. And now it's with THIS dude?
Well, if you never got your suitcase back there’s a decent chance your new nemesis made a trip to the Unclaimed Baggage Center in Scottsboro, Alabama. Part lost-and-found, part thrift store, this 40,000sqft superstore takes literally every lost suitcase in America, sifts through it, and puts the best stuff on its shelves. This is the story of how wayward luggage finds its way to the afterlife.
The store 45 minutes east of Huntsville has been around since 1970, when part-time insurance man Doyle Owens got the idea to purchase unclaimed bags from a local bus station, then sell the contents from tables a couple days a week. Eventually he expanded this practice to airlines, and 46 years later the store is stocking millions of items that Americans have lost on flights.
https://www.thrillist.com/travel/nation/unclaimed-baggage-center-scottsboro-alabama-thrift-store-lost-airline-bags-clothes-luggage
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