It's the Fourth of July, which means it's time to celebrate America in all its glory. This year, after you've grilled some hot dogs and taken a dip in the pool, why not curl up on the couch and turn on a movie? It's the American way. And there are plenty of patriotic films to choose from, whether you want an action-packed adventure like Top Gun or a family-friendly flick like The Sandlot. If you aren't feeling particularly patriotic this year, you can use the holiday to pay your respects to unsung American heroes, like the Black female scientists in Hidden Figures or the Black military regiment in Glory. Either way, you'll be celebrating the American experience. |
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Late summer, 1995. My father and I were lounging, fittingly enough, poolside at my parents' home in Los Angeles. He had recently revealed publicly that he had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, and his powers of recollection had begun to falter—imperceptibly perhaps to strangers but more obviously to those who knew him best. I had never beaten my father in a swimming race or any athletic contest, as I recall. Once past the age of sentience-seven or so in his reckoning—I would surely know if he was letting me win. This would, in turn, undermine any confidence I might have in a genuine victory achieved at a later date. How much later he never speculated, but I would guess he pictured a strapping college jock finally getting the best of his gray-haired old man. A skinny preadolescent was certainly not part of the plan. As we pushed off for our down-and-back race, I was under no particular pressure to perform, and after a few strokes, upon glancing over to his side of the pool, felt mildly surprised to discover we were dead even. |
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When the AI-powered chatbots chronicle the history of the social media era, they will note that the myth of the Genius Social Platform CEO died on December 11, 2022, not with a data center outage or a violent mob spurred on by a Tweet or sweeping government regulation, but onstage at a comedy show. It was at San Francisco's Chase Arena, to be precise, where comedian Dave Chappelle asked his audience to "make some noise for the richest man in the world," aka Elon Musk, who subsequently stepped onto the stage. And noise they did make, though not the kind that Musk was expecting. This, after all, was San Francisco, the cradle of tech innovation, land of the creators and the disruptors who move fast and break things, the home of Twitter Inc., which Musk had recently purchased for $44 billion. And there he was, standing before an audience he considered to be his people: mostly alpha bros who enjoy transphobic, antisemitic, misogynistic "jokes." And yet, there was no denying that they were booing. For Musk, this was a novel experience, "a first for me in real life (frequent on Twitter)," he said in a now deleted Tweet after a video of the episode went viral, generating an echo chamber of ridicule on the very platform that he now owned. |
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