“Komen miscalculated by thinking its base cares only about breast cancer: in fact, those women in pink t-shirts and sneakers, raising their thousands upon thousands of dollars a year for breast cancer research, understand quite well that women’s health means more than tumor-free breasts.”
my most prized morning (now usually only on weekends) treat: coffee in a real mug. (Taken with instagram)
Gingrich’s ‘Food Stamp President’: Race Code, Or Just Politics? : NPR
aka, the quote from a South Carolina man that made me cry in the car this morning. what I want is for Obama to be as sure he’ll accept that responsibility — and campaign on it.
This episode of SouthLAnd would be called “Near Miss”
On the morning of Christmas eve, someone hit our brand new car, dragging a long gouge into the driver’s side door, so deep you could see sunlight through it.
Yesterday, repairs finally complete and with a rare day off, I drove from the body shop in Pasadena to Koreatown to pick up my wife from work. Five blocks later, a guy blew through an intersection where he had a stop sign but we didn’t. I slammed the brakes as hard as I could, calculated that he’d hit the front of the car but not my door, braced for impact, and spared a nanosecond to be grateful that as our Christmas present to ourselves we’d lowered our deductible considerably.
And then… nothing. No impact that I could feel. No crunching of metal. We were both only going maybe 30 and though it wasn’t far to stop I guess my new brakes are as good as they should be. I got out because I couldn’t quite believe it, but there was only a little smudge on my front bumper that rubbed right off. I waved at the guy and we drove off, a little whiplashed and adrenaline-soaked.
Two hours later at one of our favorite LA restaurants, we shrugged when we were seated at an inside table even though we’ve almost always eaten out on the patio there, and the place was still mostly empty. And then just before dessert one of our favorite TV actors was escorted by the TV-famous chef from the patio out back to his car.
Which was parked, of course, right next to ours.
i have this other place i’ve been stashing some writing lately…
Street Art of the Day: As part of an ongoing effort to “track all the ways [Bank of America] is bankrupting America,” activists with the Rainforest Action Network and The New Bottom Line affixed non-adhesive protest stickers to some 85 BoA ATMs throughout San Francisco.
The stickers replaced the traditional menu items with “a list of everything BoA customers’ money is being used for, including investment in coal-fired power plants, foreclosure on Americans’ homes, bankrolling of climate change, and paying for fat executive bonuses.”
[sfist.]
so pleased we’re no longer doing business with them.
hey, look! my work on The Young Turks got a nice shout-out in this industry piece about social media in television:
A part of Ugyur’s [nightly] cable show is dedicated to viewers comments and questions, which he regularly considers to make programming choices. “The most common request we got was to cover the Bradley Manning trial. So in the last segment of our television show we’ve been covering the Bradley Manning trial,” said Ugyur. “We don’t just robotically read out tweets… We’re actually responsive, we actually go back and forth.” What social interaction between creator and audience shouldn’t be is a hassle, said Ugyur. “I think a lot of old media views viewer interaction as a pain in the ass. We got to do this thing, we got to get a producer who looks at these tweets and Facebook and they can’t figure it out.” You can’t follow every tweet or comment, he said, but en masse they’re incredibly useful. “They’re the world’s largest focus group.”






