American Schools Struggle to Keep Online Fights From Turning Physical
Just over a year ago, Beldon Batiste, then 15, stumbled across one of the largest fights he had ever seen. It was the last day of school at Joseph S. Clark Preparatory High School in New Orleans. After classes let out, Beldon took a short walk with his grandmother and aunt to run some errands.
WTF – is some evolved version of this something for me to look forward to in 13 years or so?
I had to look it up. Jerry’s Kids was one of the earliest Boston hard core punk bands, founded in 1981!
Respect.
It is not working. Now I’m sharing this bench with a bunch of artfully tattooed dudes eating food that smells unbearable. The oldest of them in Jerry’s Kids shirt with grey hair and septum ring is complaining about clients he is training. I have no idea who Jerry’s Kids are – I am not cool enough. I have to get back to work. Across from me is a David Karp lookalike eating a sandwich. It is not implausible that it is David Karp – Tumblr office is 3 blocks from here. Do founders of wildly popular microblogging platforms eat sandwiches by themselves on park benches?
Woken up from a dream where I was learning fire-breathing – in post-climate-change Antarctica, which had a political map not dissimilar from North Africa.
Upon awakening, dream got replaced with a headache massive enough to turn into nausea. Had to leave work, and sit at a bench in the sun in the park with eyes closed waiting for Gatorade and ibuprofen to kick in. It’s taking too long!
Just staying here in this park and not trudging on to work would be so nice.
Yesterday I looked at what it would take to live near work and give us the total of 5 hours of life back daily that we collectively spend on commute daily. A modest place in a crappy-looking 1980s building is $2.5M, or to rent is $4500. I see all these beautiful babies in the playground, so presumably plenty of lucky privileged successful parents are actually doing it.
Actually, Chelsea Clinton lives a block north from here with her baby and husband with whom I improbably have a former employer in common, but afterwards our trajectories wildly diverged.
What if this street is all there is and it will just go on and on – and everything else is just false memory
When you give up your seat to an old woman and a dude jumps in and starts to furiously write in his beautiful notebook.
Maybe he is a writer and the art is worth it.
The days are already short enough that it is dark when I get home.
the fact that we made it through the Cold War is nothing short of a miracle. I wish we talked about Mutual Assured Destruction more in schools
William Gibson once suggested that the days on which we almost destroyed the world with nuclear weapons should be recognized as international holidays, to raise awareness of how very precarious the situation has been at times.
If you would like to observe such a holiday, October 27th should be Vasili Arkhipov Day. During the Cuban missile crisis he was first officer on Soviet submarine B-59 off the coast of Cuba. When the destroyer USS Beale began to drop depth charges to force them to the surface, his captain decided that WW III must have started, and ordered his men to arm and fire a nuclear torpedo at a group of American ships. Due to a strange circumstance, the captain had to seek Arkhipov’s approval to fire the weapon, because while he was only second in command of the sub, he was in command of the flotilla of which the submarine was a part. Arkhipov, outnumbered three to one, steadfastly refused to give his approval.
.. Having a national holiday to remember these is a great idea. Especially now that we are inching closer to that sad state of affairs again.
http://www.theatlantic.com/news/archive/2016/10/russia-cold-war-plutonium/502652
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