A study by Adidas shows altitude will have an impact of up to 5 percent on a ball’s speed. That means a 20-yard free kick during the final at Soccer City in high-altitude Johannesburg will reach the goal line 5 percent faster than it would at Moses Mabhida stadium in Durban, which is at sea level, according to the study seen by The Associated Press. That translates into a free kick traveling at an average of 78 mph at high altitude and 74 mph at sea level, the study says. But if playing at high altitude has some drawbacks for goalkeepers, it also has its advantages. A goal clearance that travels 60 yards in Durban would travel 63 yards in Johannesburg. And free kick specialists will not be able to put as much spin on the ball because the thin air offers less grip to change course.
This story is horrific. A 13-year-old girl was impregnated by her 30-year-old “boyfriend,” with whom she had been having a sexual relationship with for a year, and tried to self-induce an abortion with a pencil. She is currently hospitalized, and the boyfriend is in jail.
I’m not sure what more can even be said about this case. I don’t believe that sex between a 30-year-old and a 13-year-old can ever be consensual; we also know that many extreme age-disparate relationships involve rape. And yes, this girl obviously needed access to safe abortion care; if she had such access, she wouldn’t have had to self-induce abortion with a lead pencil. Abortion access would have lessened this tragedy by a significant degree. It’s shameful that, under the guise of caring about children and babies, anti-choice groups seek to limit abortion access for women and girls.
But she needed a lot more than that. And her community and her culture — the people who are supposed to tell her that she’s important, that she’s loved, that she deserves pleasure, that she deserves autonomy — failed her. We fail girls all the time. We put girls in impossible, heart-wrenching positions. We give girls little autonomy and few options, and then we’re surprised when they act like animals caught in traps.
Predators like Michael James Lisk, her “boyfriend,” are entirely responsible for the crimes they commit. But this girl needed a safety net, and she did not have one. (emphasis mine)
I’m going to have too much and Jesse is going to kick my ass for it. And I’m okay with that trade off. Unless he goes the guilt route. I am powerless before the almighty guilt route. Guilt is Catholic kryptonite.
“Holy Christ on a crutch—finding a peacefully sucking leech about a centimeter above your sock will cause you to freeze, stop your thought processes entirely, then make you think calmly and critically about your situation before you grab the tweezers and alcohol and a little cayenne pepper. (Cayenne pepper stops bleeding; it gives the blood something to grab hold of and clot on.)”—Head Nurse: Amateur Night, or: This Ain’t How We Do It
“The Obama administration on Tuesday announced the first-ever strategic plan on intellectual property enforcement, which is intended to both boost and better coordinate efforts to stop piracy at home and abroad, online and through physical sales for American products including movies, TV shows, video games, computer software, pharmaceuticals, counterfeit goods and more.”—Obama administration steps up anti-piracy plan Well shit, I thought Obama was supposed to be the fun president.
“The first year of nursing is a combination of one part sheer terror and two parts cluelessness. It doesn’t matter how well you did in class with pathophysiology or nursing diagnosis; things are much, much different when seen in 3D. Looking at a lab report with wonky numbers and figuring out what’s going on in the classroom is miles away from looking at the same numbers at the nurses’ station as call bells are going off, doctors are rounding, and your patient has sixteen other things going on that distract you from those numbers. I like the simile that another colleague of mine came up with: Nursing school is like learning to put together a jigsaw puzzle of a cathedral, while practice is like being handed a bunch of stone blocks and being told to build that church.”—Head Nurse: Okay, so you’ve been a nurse for a year or so….now what?
Christina Nieves’s life revolves around a handful of blocks in Brooklyn: Drop off her 4-year-old daughter and 2-year-old son at the Strong Place day care center. Make sure her 75-year-old grandmother, who uses a wheelchair, makes it to lunch at the Gowanus Senior Center. Then, on too many occasions to count, take her son, who is asthmatic and prone to seizures, to the Wyckoff children’s clinic.
And with warm days now here, watch her children frolic at the Douglass and DeGraw pool.
Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg plans to close all four places.
“My doctor, my school, my grandmother’s senior center — wow, what else is left?” said Ms. Nieves, 25, who sometimes volunteers at the day care center. “I understand one thing — but come on, all these things happening at the same time? This is crazy. Crazy.”
Within a 10-minute walk, three day care centers, one senior center, one swimming pool, one after-school program and a health clinic are to close. Venture 20 minutes more, and six additional facilities — two day care centers, two after-school programs, a senior center and a health clinic — are also to shut down on July 1, the start of the new fiscal year. Making matters worse, the nearest public transit option — the B37 bus along Third Avenue — is being eliminated by the Metropolitan Transportation Authority.
The death chime from the Macintosh Quadra 840 AV, my beloved workstation for two or three years in college. Basically, if you powered on and a hardware check failed, this is what you’d hear, and you’d probably also see a Sad Mac.
If this isn’t the most excellent sound ever to be burned into the ROM chip of a personal computer, then I don’t know what is.