Killing cancer like the common cold
Killing cancer like the common cold
In 2008, a Los Angeles gas station owner told some street artists they could paint on his wall; now, the Banksy painting—called “Flower Girl”—has sold at auction for $209,000. The 9-foot by 8-foot image features a child with a flower basket being watched by a surveillance camera, the Los Angeles Times reports. The story behind the painting: Eytan Rosenberg, who has since sold the gas station, long knew LA street artist Mr. Brainwash. One day, Mr. Brainwash, along with two other men, asked Rosenberg if they could paint on the station, and he agreed.
Chicago White Sox outfielder Al Smith gets doused in beer during the 1959 World Series as a fan drops their beer trying to catch a home run.
[...] “There is no question that the plant has a holy source, God himself, and is thus mentioned for several ritualistic purposes,” said Glassman, who is also a mohel and a former Israel Defense Force lieutenant. He lives in Newton, Mass. with his family.
—Glassman also found many references to nonmedicinal uses of marijuana. “It is clear that using cannabis for clothing and accessories was very common, according to the Talmud,” he said. It was used for making tallitot and tzitzit, as well as “schach” (Sukkot roof coverings). Glassman also found that cannabis fit into the category of kitnyos on Passover, meaning that Ashkenazi Jews were prohibited from using it on the holiday. “One thus might assume that it was also consumed, perhaps as food, during the remainder of the year,” he said, noting that hemp seeds are a nonintoxicating form of protein.[...]
Great Pyramids of Giza in Egypt • 360° Aerial Panorama
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The Universe Magnified
Unlike us forgetful, breakable and generally unreliable human folk, good old books get better and better with age. Or, at least, the books themselves stay the same, but our appreciation of them grows. It’s been over sixty years since the fifties first exploded onto the stage, complete with greasers, the end of UK food rationing and the I Love Lucy show. What a decade! Its books weren’t half bad, either. Here’s a selection of 1950s lit that still rocks our world….
When I was a teenager in the early 1980s I think my first encounter with the name Nelson Mandela was probably through a badge. Although my memory is a little fuzzy about exactly when, it was most likely 1983, the year before the Special AKA band released what is still in most Top 20 Political Songs lists – Free Nelson Mandela. The song made it in to the top ten in the UK hit parade. The badge, though, with its typically 80s font, was ubiquitous.
…a donation of any amount would help me…WHY?
The Trials of Jacob Mach: A 24-minute documentary follows a Lost Boy who, 12 years after leaving Sudan, has found that the dream of a better life is both all around and just outside his grasp.
Jacob Deng Mach stood 25 yards from a row of torso-shaped targets, his hands numb and twitchy in the March morning chill. It had been seven months since he entered Atlanta’s police academy, and things were not going so well. Despite three days of practice, he had failed on each of his first four tries to pass the firearms qualifying test, and his scores were largely trending in the wrong direction.
—Jacob knew that if he did not pass the test twice, he would have to start over and repeat the entire grueling curriculum. If he then failed the firearms test again, he would be dismissed from the academy altogether, quashing perhaps his best shot at an unlikely ascension from war-ravaged Sudan into the American middle class. Suddenly, his hopes for supporting a family on two continents, for paying down his credit-card balances and student loans, for keeping the Georgia Power bill collectors at bay, all hinged on obliterating those targets.
On January 15, 2009, geese struck and disabled the engines of US Airways Flight 1549, forcing captain Chesley “Sully” Sullenberger to perform an emergency landing on the Hudson River. The smooth landing resulted in no casualties and remarkable pictures of the passengers and crew waiting on the plane’s wings in front of the Manhattan skyline. The “Miracle on the Hudson” received heavy media coverage that lifted Sullenberger to American hero status.
—Nine months later, William Morrow published Sullenberger’s memoir Highest Duty: My Search for What Really Matters. Although one reviewer called the writing style “as methodical as one of Sully’s checklists,” the book received high marks. But how did an amateur writer with a full schedule as a pilot, crash investigator, and CEO of a safety management consultancy find time to write a book in under nine months?
Given all the faces you see glued to computers, tablets, and cell phones, you might think that people watch much less television than they used to. You would be wrong. According to Nielsen, Americans on average consume nearly five hours of TV every day, a number that has actually gone up since the 1990s. That works out to about 34 hours a week and almost 1,800 hours per year, more than the average French person spends working. The vast majority of that time is still spent in front of a standard television, watching live or prescheduled programming. Two decades into the Internet revolution, despite economic challenges and cosmetic upgrades, the ancient regime survives, remaining both the nation’s dominant medium and one of its most immutable.
—And that’s why what Netflix is trying to do is so audacious.
For this edition of our look at daily life we share images from Spain, Nepal, Afghanistan, Russia, Cambodia, Indonesia, and other countries around the world. — Lloyd Young ( 26 photos total )
How online romance is threatening monogamy
By Dan Slater
–After going to college on the East Coast and spending a few years bouncing around, Jacob moved back to his native Oregon, settling in Portland. Almost immediately, he was surprised by the difficulty he had meeting women. Having lived in New York and the Boston area, he was accustomed to ready-made social scenes. In Portland, by contrast, most of his friends were in long-term relationships with people they’d met in college, and were contemplating marriage.
—Jacob was single for two years and then, at 26, began dating a slightly older woman who soon moved in with him. She seemed independent and low-maintenance, important traits for Jacob. Past girlfriends had complained about his lifestyle, which emphasized watching sports and going to concerts and bars. He’d been called lazy, aimless, and irresponsible with money.
Photo by Danielle Bacher
“Freeway” Rick Ross sits at a corner booth at Denny’s on Crenshaw Blvd. in Los Angeles and stirs his Earl Grey tea and adds a spot of honey. “Someone wants to buy ten T-shirts. He’s a new hustler,” he says ecstatically as he puts down his cell phone. He smiles and brushes off the egg scramble he accidently dropped on his T-shirt, which reads “THE REAL RICK ROSS IS NOT A RAPPER.” He now is selling shirts like these, as opposed to crack.
—The now 53-year-old drug kingpin was introduced to cocaine dealing at age 19 and spent the next three decades in and out of prison for various offenses. He first got into trouble for selling stolen auto parts when he was in his early-20s. His most publicized arrest was in 1995, when he was set up by notorious smuggler and government agent Oscar Danilo Blandon and the DEA, for trying to purchase more than 100 kilograms of cocaine. He was sentenced to life imprisonment, but, after a Federal Court of Appeals case, his sentence was eventually reduced to 14 years. He was released from prison on September 29, 2009.
—Ross still recalls the poverty of his youth. “BeforeI started selling drugs, our cabinet doors were falling off at my mom’s house. We had holes in the cabinets where rats used to come up. We had roaches. It was just terrible.” He continues, “When I started having money, I rebuilt my mom’s house. I wanted a better life for myself, so I sold drugs. It’s what I knew.”
During the years of the recent financial crisis, marked as they have been by heroic, if controversial, measures by our central bankers, one such candidate stood out. It was he who, some 140 years ago, coined the central banker’s golden rule in times of such disaster: The lender of last resort must lend freely, against good collateral, and at interest rates high enough to dissuade borrowers not genuinely in need. For good or ill, our current central bankers have been much more generous, bending this classic mantra which Walter Bagehot first articulated in Lombard Street, the 1873 book that established him as the pioneering theorist of the modern financial system. But Bagehot (1826–77) was far more than just an economist. During his 17 years as the editor of the London-based weekly The Economist, he increased the magazine’s influence and produced a stream of articles and books that, in many cases, are as relevant today as they were in his lifetime.
A thought experiment for the surveillance agency’s former lawyer
—Technology has changed the surveillance state in ways that the American public doesn’t yet understand, according to Joel F. Brenner, a former senior counsel at the NSA.
—”During the Cold War our enemies were few and we knew who they were. The technologies used by Soviet military and intelligence agencies were invented by those agencies,” he writes. “Today our adversaries are less awesomely powerful than the Soviet Union, but they are many and often hidden. That means we must find them before we can listen to them. Equally important, virtually every government on Earth, including our own, has abandoned the practice of relying on government-developed technologies. Instead they rely on commercial off-the-shelf, or COTS, technologies. They do it because no government can compete with the head-spinning advances emerging from the private sector, and no government can afford to try.”
—He goes on:
Sarah and Jim, 1988 & 2011.
For the past three years, Argentine photographer Irina Werning has been staging reenactments of old snapshots. The project, “Back to the Future,” includes 270 photographs made in 29 countries.
–(Photo: Irina Werning )
—Throughout high school, my friend Kenji had never once spoken to the Glassmans. They were a popular, football-playing, preposterously handsome set of identical twins (every high school must have its Winklevii). Kenji was a closeted, half-Japanese orchestra nerd who kept mainly to himself and graduated first in our class. Yet last fall, as our 25th high-school reunion was winding down, Kenji grabbed Josh Glassman by his triceps—still Popeye spinach cans, and the subject of much Facebook discussion afterward—and asked where the after-party was. He was only half-joking.
My mom’s cancer and the science of resilience
—Someone laughed. It might have been my sister, dad, grandmother, or one of the dozen friends and family members arrayed around that bed in my parents’ room. Before we cried, said goodbye, and fanned out in separate cars to begin our private journeys of grief, something was said, at the moment she died, in a summer evening’s half-light. And somebody laughed. Maybe it seems strange, but I like to remember it.
—I come from a long line of mama’s boys. My dad is a mama’s boy, my uncle is a mama’s boy, and my grandfather’s mama’s-boy-ness was practically clinical, according to family tradition. So, really, what choice did I have in the matter, born at the confluence of all this maternal devotion, except to be helplessly devoted to my mom? When I was a kid, I adored her in a way that made people with perfectly adequate mother-son bonds think, there is a boy who needs more friends in life.
The National Security Agency gathers location data from around the world by tapping into the cables that connect mobile networks globally and that serve U.S. cellphones as well as foreign ones.