This is what’s called leveraging the power a media platform to speak up thoughtfully and clearly about issues that matter.
No, I’m not going to the World Cup.
Well shot and researched video highlighting current problems in Brazil. Telling line:
“What county needs and incentive to take care of its people?”
The Super Bowl statistic we aren’t talking about.
via The Enliven Project:
1 out of 6 men on the field next Sunday could be survivors of sexual violence.
That’s right, 1 out of 6.
Just to be clear, we don’t know whether specific players have had specific experiences. We simply want to you to look at the men in your class, the men in your family, and the men on your favorite sports team with this statistic in mind.
Too much shame and stigma exists for all victims of sexual violence. But the stigma is even greater for men, many of whom believe they should have been able to protect themselves or fear that friends and family members will think less of them if they come forward.
There have been a handful of brave and courageous men – R.A. Dickey, Tyler Perry, Scott Brown, and Keyon Dooling to name a few – who have stepped forward and are generous in sharing their stories and experiences so that others can be less afraid to break silence. But these men are not the exception. And their stories are more common than you think.
I respect and support this awareness campaign. Share if you do, too.
On December 2, Basque athlete Iván Fernández Anaya was competing in a cross-country race in Burlada, Navarre. He was running second, some distance behind race leader Abel Mutai – bronze medalist in the 3,000-meter steeplechase at the London Olympics. As they entered the finishing straight, he saw the Kenyan runner – the certain winner of the race – mistakenly pull up about 10 meters before the finish, thinking he had already crossed the line.
Fernández Anaya quickly caught up with him, but instead of exploiting Mutai’s mistake to speed past and claim an unlikely victory, he stayed behind and, using gestures, guided the Kenyan to the line and let him cross first.
Good sportsmanship. Winning isn’t everything.
Rooting for the Home Team!
7 minute walk from my apartment; count me in!
Big Sky, Montana
I never bothered to learn what fly fishing was, because, frankly, it never came up. I don’t know anyone who specifically does it and talks about it, and it hasn’t come up in newspapers or literature. So, as far as I was concerned, fly fishing was the snarky way of saying you swallowed a fly because your mouth was open. Or something.
On Friday, I had the pleasure of learning a bit about the sport from Kris and Daren (of Foundant, the greatest grants management tool ever*). The goal is to catch fish using a flexible rod with attached line that has a
really gross looking fake fly on the end. Wikipedia actually sums up the way to cast quite nicely:
The type of cast used when fishing varies according to the conditions. The most common cast is the forward cast, where the angler whisks the fly into the air, back over the shoulder until the line is nearly straight, then forward, using primarily the forearm. The objective of this motion is to “load” (bend) the rod tip with stored energy, then transmit that energy to the line, resulting in the fly line (and the attached fly) being cast for an appreciable distance. However, just bending the rod and releasing it to jerk the fly line forward (like a bowstring or a catapult) will not propel the fly line and fly very far. More important is the movement of the rod through an arc acting as a lever, magnifying the hand movement of the caster (of about a foot) to an arc at the rod tip of several feet.
I had a tough time with the bringing it back part. I think even though I knew I had to stop and bring that momentum forward, I kept bringing the rod too far back (like I was serving in tennis), which made for a less swift motion. Plus, I kept turning to watch it, which is probably fine as a beginner, but also most certainly interrupts the rhythm. I would also get so excited if it looked good that I wouldn’t keep it going. When Daren and Kris were casting the line, the motion and rod were basically silent, which is what you want; let’s just say mine was noisy. (surprise!) You can click on the photos to learn a wee bit more, and below is the evidence of all these things, and probably more:
If nothing else, it was really fun to try something so different and be taught by folks who are really passionate about it. I’m going to look forward to trying it again (maybe by water?) the next time I’m in Montana**.
*There will be a future work-week post about this; stay tuned and message me if you have any questions about the product!
**Driver to the airport told me there are direct flights out of Newark now. It was a beautiful place with the nicest of people; I’m not ruling it out for a long weekend!
This is what I call teamwork.
He can’t attend any strip clubs and can only attend nightclubs if they are approved by the team and he has a security team with him.
One of the stipulations by which Dez Bryant can play this season. This is how you punish violence in sports, it seems.
Fun Fact: By the late 1920s there were over 150 rooftop courses in New York City alone, and tens of thousands across the United States. At the time, it was called midget golf. The ‘greens’ were either made of a compound of cottonseed hulls dyed green or felt (as shown in the photo).
Check out this article from the November 1930 Popular Science for more miniature golf history.
(originally tweeted by @bkbrains)