The beautiful face of courage: Lance Cpl. William Kyle Carpenter USMC
Carpenter, 21, of Gilbert lost the eye, most of his teeth and use of his right arm from a grenade blast Nov. 21 near Marjah, Helmand Province, Afghanistan.
Friends and family say he threw himself in front of the grenade to protect his best friend in Afghanistan, Cpl. Nick Eufrazio
This deserves more notes then anything on Tumblr. It’s sad to say stupid pictures of a flower some girl takes with a Nike D40 that her parents bought her for christmas or a picture of A Day To Remember has more notes then this. The world is fucked up. So much respect for this man.
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“Scientists find the cure for cancer, but pharma companies don’t care because they can’t patent it.”
This is going around Tumblr like an out-of-control wildfire. Well consider this the bucket brigade sent to put out the flames. If you see the post I reference, send someone a (polite) message to their “Ask” box and direct them here. Let’s spread the Word of Science, friends. If you don’t read any further, let me just get right to the point:
- No one has “cured cancer” and dichloroacetate is not (yet, or maybe ever) a miracle drug.
- Pharma companies are not big soft teddy bears, but they are not conspiring against your health and well-being.
This whole saga seems to be linked to a Hubpages post from approximately four years ago. So it isn’t even new. HubPages is an interesting website, because you can say essentially anything you want and no one will fact-check any of it. That’s pretty much the only reason the original post exists. But like any great deception, this one is based in some truth. So what is true about it? (click through … )
To test out my new posterous account, here’s some Christmas oriented videos:
Here, Jay Smooth defends “Humbug”
Here, Tupac Shakur speaks on Christmas
From Tim Kreider at The New York Times:
The Referendum is a phenomenon typical of (but not limited to) midlife, whereby people, increasingly aware of the finiteness of their time in the world, the limitations placed on them by their choices so far, and the narrowing options remaining to them, start judging their peers’ differing choices with reactions ranging from envy to contempt. The Referendum can subtly poison formerly close and uncomplicated relationships, creating tensions between the married and the single, the childless and parents, careerists and the stay-at-home. It’s exacerbated by the far greater diversity of options available to us now than a few decades ago, when everyone had to follow the same drill. We’re all anxiously sizing up how everyone else’s decisions have worked out to reassure ourselves that our own are vindicated — that we are, in some sense, winning.
It’s especially conspicuous among friends from youth. Young adulthood is an anomalous time in people’s lives; they’re as unlike themselves as they’re ever going to be, experimenting with substances and sex, ideology and religion, trying on different identities before their personalities immutably set. Some people flirt briefly with being freethinking bohemians before becoming their parents. Friends who seemed pretty much indistinguishable from you in your 20s make different choices about family or career, and after a decade or two these initial differences yield such radically divergent trajectories that when you get together again you can only regard each other’s lives with bemused incomprehension.
Yes: the Referendum gets unattractively self-righteous and judgmental. Quite a lot of what passes itself off as a dialogue about our society consists of people trying to justify their own choices as the only right or natural ones by denouncing others’ as selfish or pathological or wrong. So it’s easy to overlook that hidden beneath all this smug certainty is a poignant insecurity, and the naked 3 A.M. terror of regret.
The problem is, we only get one chance at this, with no do-overs. Life is, in effect, a non-repeatable experiment with no control. In his novel about marriage, “Light Years,” James Salter writes: “For whatever we do, even whatever we do not do prevents us from doing its opposite. Acts demolish their alternatives, that is the paradox.” Watching our peers’ lives is the closest we can come to a glimpse of the parallel universes in which we didn’t ruin that relationship years ago, or got that job we applied for, or got on that plane after all. It’s tempting to read other people’s lives as cautionary fables or repudiations of our own.
Link to the rest at The New York Times