Steve Sailer points out something that should have been totally obvious about Melinda Gates “100% college attendance” buffoonery: her husband Bill didn’t graduate from college. Neither did Steve Jobs, Larry Ellison or Michael Dell. Mark Zuckerberg dropped out of Harvard.
Since I’m writing this on tumblr I should point out that David Karp dropped out of fucking high school. Mike Hudack, CEO of blip.tv: yep, another high school drop out.
In short, if Melinda Gates wins, tech loses. This woman must be stopped!
I think the gladiator sandal craze would be far more interesting if it were accompanied by actual gladiatorial matches between women. That is, if it weren’t just a footwear craze but a lifestyle craze. Instead of wringing our hands over pregnancy pacts in dying Celtic seaside strongholds, we’d be really concerned about the vicious girl fights happening all over the city and the problems poised by plans to build huge stadiums in which to watch the gladiator girls go at it.
Almost a year and half ago, this is what I looked like. Here’s how I described that picture.
“I’m in a lot of pain at this moment but I’m not sure it shows in this picture. It was odd to experience the pain with the joy of moving about the streets of my city. I was only walking around for a few minutes between taking taxi cabs from Wall Street to east 18th street and I enjoyed every moment,” I wrote.
“The jacket is an old Scottish tweed I’ve had for years and years. My friends used to call it my philosophy coat because I used to wear it when I was reading out in the park. That sweater is years old, as well. Heavy wool that feels almost like a mail shirt. The kilt is homemade. I have one that is properly clan MacDonald. This is more ‘clan punk.’”
So a day before my birthday and less than two weeks after I was “mowed down” on the Lower East Side, I was describing what I was wearing. Like some kind of crippled, punkrock Mary Ramblin.
This past Sunday I went running on the streets (as opposed to at the physical therapist’s office) for the first time since I shattered my leg. I didn’t set any land speed records or get very far but everything is in working order.
Just thinking about this chokes me up. Not in a sad way but in a happy way. One thing I learned when I was quite literally down is that I have the greatest friends. I love you lads and lasses and I’ll never be able to thank you enough. I hope I can be as good a friend to you as you have been to me.
I apologize for getting all earnest and sincere. But sometimes, in the brightness of a beautiful day, it’s not possible to be hardboiled and cynical. You realize that you really are going to make it, and that it’s not just pretty to think so.
