Yikes ... so, if you happen to have an STD, but you cannot manage to get the courage up to tell your exes -- even though you may have infected said exes or been infected by said exes -- someone will help you. Personal responsibility, where are you??
So, there are possibilities for careers outside of academia for me and others ... this is a little light we need to hold on to.
A nice piece on the Emery-go-round that was on National NPR. I have never actually taken this free bus, but I have contemplated taking it several times.
I am glad that the powers that be have seen their way clear to at least exploring the organ donations this young man would like to make to his family members. Since I don't believe in the death penalty, it doesn't even bother me if it is a stalling tactic. May he be allowed to share life.
Taking the award for crazy news is this piece on Andy Kaufman's brother believing that Andy was still alive and just hiding out being a SAHD for the past 30 years. First of all, was this brother estranged from Andy during the illness? Did he not go to the funeral? Is he in need of attention? Medical or psychiatric treatment? In a follow up, though, he admitted that it was a hoax, just not that he was behind it. Hmmm... this really should have come out closer to April 1 or December 28.
Words do have power, and I am so glad that these students are standing up for what they believe in -- and doing a good job writing about it, too!
I read Doris Lessing's The Golden Notebook back in the early 1980s when I was a sad but curious pre-teen and teen... it was on a list of things a teacher once told me I should read. As a dutiful student, concerned I would be outed as a philistine from south Oxnard, I diligently made my way through the list. Much of what I found on the list did open my eyes to the world, and it often appealed to my darker brooding emotions at that age. Since the main character's name was also Anna, I felt a strange affinity to it. As I reflect on all I read at this time, I often come back to Lessing's book -- and wonder just how much of it went right over my head. I think my earliest conception of communism came from that book. As a result of reading it, I found notebooks of various colors and tried to keep them according to Lessing's character's code. It was a treasure to read that book -- to escape into that adult world. Thank Doris Lessing and may you rest in peace.
Despite the comments attached at the bottom of this story, it is so refreshing to see how youth deal with issues their generation faces. They demonstrate much more grace, complexity and capacity for compassion than their adult counterparts. It is awful that someone's clothing was lit afire -- with, of course, devastating results. However, to decide that this is about money or hate without hearing the whole story betrays the preconceptions of those willing to get it wrong regardless of what it might to do both actors and their families. It seems to me that the youth quoted in this piece understand the weight of the incident while still being able to see that escalating the situation by calling it a hate-crime is less than useful in solving any problem. I remember when the SF Chronicle first reported this story, they called the victim a transient ... so, it seems that jumping to conclusions is a common problem. My hat is off to this reporter who actually tried to look under, around and inside this story for more depth.
For the hypocrite file, I bet Liz was sure at her sister's wedding and I bet she gives birthday and Christmas gifts to her sister's children ... but she needs those tea party votes.
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