wake up and smell this coffee!
“Bacon Alphabet” by Henry Hargreaves (Source: Dripbook) (via consumerbehaviourself)
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The Alarming Rise of Jeremy Lin’s Black Antagonists
Overnight, Lin went from a nobody development league player to the toast of New York City, and all via a glorious burst of athleticism that rivaled the greats of old. The world loves a Cinderella story, especially when the little guy is like Lin, a kindhearted, good-looking underdog with a Harvard degree and a deep faith in God. Everything was beautiful. But then came the bowing. Sadly, it appears as if Jeremy Lin’s fame has brought out black celebrities saying offensive things about him.
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
Chris Linkovich, vocalist for Cruel Hand and my cousin, doing his thing on Saturday at the Winter Jamboree at The Door in Dallas, TX.
Drum Solo or “How to be so awesome you puke”
Seabees team makes history in Afghanistan: In the rocky mountains of Helmand province the group from Port Hueneme becomes the first all-female team in Seabees history to take on and complete a construction project.
It was an unusual job even for the Seabees, the U.S. Navy’s construction forces trained to hold a hammer in one hand and a Beretta M9 in the other.
First, the team selected to build barracks high in the mountains of Afghanistan consisted of eight women, who are all stationed at Naval Base Ventura County. And second, the women completed the job far ahead of schedule.
Photo: This team of eight women completed construction of four barracks buildings in the mountains of Afghanistan in November. Credit: Department of the Navy
Dad was a Seabee, so I’m extra proud of these ladies.
(Source: Los Angeles Times)
The Toughest Christmas Yet
It was our first Christmas without Mom. And it was definitely the toughest one yet.
Last year, I made everyone take a family picture. In front of the Christmas tree. (Yes, I’m that girl.) I bought everyone coordinating pjs, and forced everyone to take the picture. You’ll note how excited my dad was to take it, too.
The ladies matched. The twins matched, natch. The Brians match. (And then there’s the nephew.) I can’t tell you how glad I am that I made them take it, too. The picture is displayed in my living room, right by my mom’s ashes, and I’m so glad that I have it. I look at it every day.
Then today, I was reminded that everyone comes into our lives for a reason.
In the office today, someone asked me how my Christmas was. I responded that it was tough, but ok. Went on a mini-rant about the pity party I threw myself the following day. (Depression, table for 1? Oh, that’s me.) About 30 minutes later, someone else came into my office and relayed his personal Christmas story. How several years prior, his very ill grandfather had decided that suicide was the best option; 10 days later, his father decided that was the only option and followed suit. All in the month of December, before Christmas.
I kicked the someone else out of my office so that I wouldn’t cry in front of him.
Every person is placed in our lives for a reason. To remind us that things could be worse (and that we’re all truly blessed). To encourage us when we’re down, and to kick us (ahem, inspire us) when we need motivation. To love us when we’re unlovable. And to help us carry on.
So thank you, T.M., for asking me how my Christmas was. And thank you, J.S., for telling me your story, offering me a shoulder and an ear, and reminding me that it gets better every day.
