Canada’s Garson Romalis died in January, and he was a hell of an ally and will be missed. Oh, and HAPPY CANADA DAY.
Speaking of allies, WE HAVE NONE, take to your battle stations, Ruth Bader Ginsburg will lead us, and when she dies, her funeral pyre will light the skies with righteousness. If you have money, give it to the abortion lawyers of the future.
Today is “technically” our one-year anniversary, but it’s really tomorrow (and we’ll be celebrating it then) because of the crushing technical difficulties that postponed our launch! Mallory and I will have a rambling, self-congratulatory conversation to launch the day, we will each pick a wonderful piece by the other to re-run, and we will ALSO each pick our favourite freelance piece to re-run.
Abusive murderer Oscar Pistorius deemed not to have been mentally ill at the time he murdered Reeva Steenkamp, the girlfriend he abused (and then murdered.)
How the Chilean miners survived:
Sepúlveda helped to take an inventory of the remaining emergency provisions: one can of salmon, one can of peaches, one can of peas, eighteen cans of tuna, twenty-four litres of milk (eight of which turned out to be spoiled), ninety-three packages of cookies, minus the ones that had been eaten, and some expired medicines. There were also two hundred and forty plastic spoons and forks, but only ten litres of bottled water. The miners figured that if each man ate one or two cookies and a spoonful of tuna every day the provisions might last a week. There were thousands of litres of water stored underground in tanks, but the water was used to cool the industrial machinery, and it was tainted with oil. The men put the food back into the locker and secured it. Urzúa gave the key to Sepúlveda.
Everyone was an artist in kindergarten:
Kelley explained that his creativity-consultant predecessor Gordon MacKenzie—who was something of a legend in the world of greeting-card writing at Hallmark in the 1980s, where he operated as the company’s Creative Paradox, a title he created—used to go around and speak at schools. He would ask each grade to raise their hands, “Any artists here?”
And in kindergarten, everybody was an artist. Not just an artist, but a two-hands artist: “Me! Me! Me! I’m an artist!”
By the first grade, it was still 100 percent, but it was with one hand. Then it progressed. When MacKenzie talked to the sixth-graders, he would get two or three people raising their hands, nervously looking around like everyone was going to think they were weird.
A podcast about Hollywood history, and Anne Helen Petersen is on it!
