I am not easily impressed, but I am by this: An 18 year old entrepreneur started a non-profit when he was in middle school. His organization is called Bottles 4 College. It collects recyclables and uses the proceeds to generate college scholarships. They’ve given out $70,000 so far. He’s still in high school himself.
I’m on my annual trek to New York to see plays. Today I spent a small fortune to see Jonathan Groff in Just In Time. Partway through the first act, he excused himself. His throat was too sore to keep going. An understudy took over and finished the show. That’s the first time I’ve seen a principal cancel after a show started. The understudy did a good job. But he’s not Jonathan Groff.
I’ve had a very hard week, and just wanted to thank the fediverse for being there. It helps.
I finished watching Andor today, so of course I had to put on Rogue One. When that’s done, will I feel obligated to watch Star Wars a New Hope?
I’m watching The Barber Of Seville on TV. I realized, to my shame, that I’ve never seen it. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard all the music in it. I always thought I had a decent liberal arts education, which I guess means I learned about opera, but didn’t learn opera. My loss.
I sometimes think I’m the only person in Honolulu who takes the city bus from a high-end condo to a fancy private club and back. Even among folks who refuse to drink and drive, the social pressure to use a less egalitarian mode of transportation is high. But I am a strong supporter of public transportation, and so it goes.
I just remembered. 30 years ago, on a Saturday afternoon, I was in my office working. I was an associate in a law firm. I got a call on my direct line; my father had died. My boss was also in the office. I told him I couldn't be at a hearing scheduled for Monday. He asked, "what could possibly be more important than that hearing?" I wonder if work/life balance is better for young lawyers now, or if the expectation is still that nothing less than a death in the family justifies time off.
58 years ago:
“Man, I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong. No Viet Cong ever called me nigger."
For this refusal—for standing on faith in a country that demanded obedience—he was made an example. The response came swift: they stripped him of his title, suspended him from boxing, fined him $10,000, and, on June 20, 1967, sentenced him to five years in federal prison.
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Video: Muhammad Ali Refuses Army Induction, April 28, 1967.
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I read the Mark Twain Hawaii letters because I met someone recently who was staying at the Halekulani, but who knew nothing about it. I told him that it is historical and that Mark Twain had written about it. So I looked it up to make sure I hadn’t misled him.
@BruceMirken yes, he did say that!