I’m not surprised by the open hatred, but I am surprised that 1) the NBA was quick to snatch his fool ass out of there, and that 2) the news interviewer openly called him on that bigotry.
Maybe it’s because I don’t watch television or teevee news, but I feel like America matured a big bit while I was sleeping on the media. There are always going to be bigots, but I’m always interested in the moment (whatever the hatred is toward) when the media (or the government, whatever) realize it’s bigotry and treat it as such. That seems like a massive turning point in our development, to me.
For a bit of levity, here’s a response to Hardaway’s comments:
What if helping someone you love means going against some of your core values? What if it means encouraging behavior you believe is damaging in the long-term? What if it means giving up your freedom?
How much of yourself do you give up for a friend’s benefit?
The only words I can use to describe my current predicament are scary, sad, disappointing, frustrating, and painful. I don’t respond well to feeling trapped, and I’m angry at myself for letting myself be outmaneuvered into this position.
Coding Horror: XP Automatic Update Nagging —
A very nice fix for the 10-minute nagging dialog box. No, sorry, that’s really a command box, not a dialog box. Tagged as: [windows-xp sysadmin techie]
Music is so much better to me when I’m alone. When I can listen to it repeatedly and linger over the notes and mingling of rhythm and melody.
As soon as I say to someone (WO, Dre, whoever), “Hey, come listen to this!” I’m often immediately assailed with the feeling that this will be the longest song I’ve ever listened to. Every strange thing I loved (or hadn’t noticed up to now) will be glaringly loud and sound annoying as I put myself in the other listener’s shoes. I suddenly remember that so-and-so doesn’t like extended soprano singing (or something…), or notice the hilariously weird facial expression of this or that performer.
I’m better about it than I used to be. Part of it is discovering that the chances of other people liking weird shit is higher than I thought in high school. Still haven’t found anyone does more than tolerate music played on repeat for hours, alas.
Regardless, here’s a bit of Carnatic music that’s been keeping me company tonight. Listen while alone or share.
These gents rock my world. All three are beyond amazing, but the guy on the kanjira (G Harishankar, I believe) wins for me. The mridangam playing is hot, too; I’m minutely less a fan of the ghatam. I don’t know if this is an example of a Manamadurai ghatam, but the metallic striking sound in this video kind of messed with my head.
SiEd - Text Editing for Palms —
This is a very nice editor (which I use for LaTeX files) on the Palm. I have a little fold-out Stowaway keyboard that I use with it for story-writing. Tagged as: [writing software PalmOS]