And then you read that the US House of Representatives will vote a day before that game on an amendment to eliminate the Peace Corps, which costs 1/6 the price of the Tomahawk missiles the US used in the war on Iran.
I have a Mike Breen story.
I was an intern at WFAN in 1995, and an older one at that. I was 27 years old, having just completed the coursework at The Connecticut School of Broadcasting.
I went to CSB because after I got married in 94, I ended my dream of being an actor. I had been in a few Off Broadway shows, moved to Hollywood, and came back pretty disillusioned.
So I got a job at a law firm working in the records department, and went to CSB at night.
After finishing at CSB, a classmate helped me get an internship at WFAN.
One day, I was wearing a Brooklyn Dodgers jersey and Breen, who was working on the Imus show at the time, walked by me and said, “nice jersey.”
I thanked him, and over the next few days, we chatted about sports, etc.
Finally, I asked him to listen to my demo tape, and he said, “sure.”
The next day, he handed it back to me with a page of notes. His feedback was mostly positive, and gave me a few tips to improve upon.
I thanked him, and he said to always feel free to reach out to him during my job search.
A few months later, frustrated that I had sent out about 100 demo tapes and inly gotten a few job offers for news radio jobs, I called Mike at the FAN.
“Mike, none of these sports outlets want me, and I’m only getting job offers from news stations!”
He took a beat, and quietly explained that getting in the air was the first step.
“My first job was in news, Mark,” he said. “Just get on the air.”
That changed everything. I took the next job offer, a producer job at a radio station in 1996, and I’ve been working in media ever since.
Mike has probably done the same for hundreds of people, and he likely has no recollection of how he helped a 27 year old intern change his life.
But I will always be forever grateful to Mike Breen, and why I have always tried to help others who are trying to make it.
I’m no Mike Breen, not even close, but trying to pay it forward is the only way I can think of to repay him.
Every Honeycrisp apple is a clone of a single tree planted at the University of Minnesota in 1962. Every one. Apple seeds are random. Plant a Honeycrisp seed and the new tree produces a small, sour apple that’s usually inedible.
So apple growers do something old and clever. They cut a small branch off the original Honeycrisp tree, slot it into a slit in a young apple sapling, wrap the joint, and wait. The branch fuses to its new host and starts producing Honeycrisps. About 20 million Honeycrisp trees exist worldwide, every one a piece of that 1962 tree on different roots.
Same goes for Gala, Fuji, Pink Lady, Granny Smith. Every Granny Smith on Earth traces back to a seedling found in 1868 by a woman named Maria Ann Smith in Australia. She’d thrown French crab apple cores onto her compost heap, one of them sprouted, and the apples it bore were unusually tart and good for cooking. That one tree is the ancestor of every Granny Smith in every grocery store on the planet.
Wine has the bigger story. In the 1860s, a tiny aphid called phylloxera caught a boat from America to France, hidden in some grapevine cuttings. It eats grape roots. French vines had no defense and started dying everywhere. Within 15 years, French wine production crashed from about 11 billion bottles a year to 3 billion. The blight then tore through Italy, Spain, and Germany, and European wine was on the edge of collapse.
The rescue came from Missouri and Texas. American grapevines had grown up with phylloxera and were immune to it. So growers chopped French grape varieties off at the trunk and joined them to American roots. Above the soil: still French grapes. Below the soil: aphid-proof American root. It worked. Today, almost every bottle of French, Italian, Spanish, Australian, and Californian wine you’ve ever drunk sits on top of an American root.
The technique is ancient. Chinese farmers were grafting trees by 1000 BCE. A Greek medical text from 424 BCE describes it casually, like it was already old news. It works because plants don’t have a rejection system the way animals do. Cut two branches. Match the green layers just under the bark. Wrap them tight. In a few weeks the plumbing has fused into a single plant.
A Syracuse University art professor named Sam Van Aken has spent 18 years building a single tree that grows 40 different fruits: peaches, plums, apricots, cherries, nectarines, almonds. In spring it blossoms in pink, white, and crimson all at once. He’s made more than a dozen. They sell for up to $30,000 each.
Without grafting, there would be no commercial apple industry, no global wine industry, and most of the heirloom fruits humans have bred over the centuries would have gone extinct. One clean cut, and you’ve kept entire species alive.
Aged cheese exists because European peasants needed calories in winter. It’s a way to preserve a nutritionally complete food (milk) when plant sources of food are scarce. The idea is to concentrate nutrients 10x, reduce water, and store for months. India, on the other hand, had year-round milking and no winter to speak of
What can I say? There is a freedom that comes from being completely unencumbered by people who have purchased your entire career and livelihood.
I say whatever I want. No one is paying me not to. And I wouldn’t let them if they tried.
I’m running for public office. I reject the label of politician.
This isn’t a career for me. I have a career. A good one. I’m here because I literally just wake up in the morning and want my adult kids to be able to afford to buy a home and raise their kids in this community - like I was able to do for them.
And to have amazing public schools, like I did and then they did.
And I’m pretty pissed that they can’t. I’m pissed enough that I’m running for office to fix it.
And I have like $2 in my campaign account because I refuse to settle for anything less. I could cave. I could make all sorts of backroom promises and spitshake deals but FFS that isn’t why I’m here.
Dirty money will always be there. Compromising values for a dollar is the literal name of the game these days. But I will leave this earth broke and hungry before I EVER turn into a John Cornyn.
Will I win? I hope so. But I have no idea. Until proven otherwise, money is king in American politics.
We’re the only ones that have the power to change that.
This is a photograph of Albert Einstein with an unassuming Indian man you probably haven’t heard enough about. He spent his life working on one idea: women should be able to live with dignity and make their own choices. Thread.
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When spiteful racist language is used to target India and Indians, we get incensed. Yet when the same person resorts to the familiar ‘Islam is evil’ trope, we applaud. And forget that racism and communalism (and casteism) are cut from the same cloth of fear, prejudice, hatred and demonising the ‘other’. Now you know why it became so easy to divide and rule us?! Thank you for your attention 🙏
the only way I can interpret this vote is that congress is full of people in power using sex as leverage. Whether for status, promotions, or votes. There is *no* other reason to hide this information from the public.
Congress has a $18,000,000 dollar *PRIVATE* slush fund to pay off sexual harassment claims and we the people aren't allowed to know anything about it? LOOK AT THAT VOTE. 357 to 65. WTF.
Id like to file a claim of my own cuz as citizens we are getting f*cked.
So much in America went wrong when technology offered young people the opportunity to be ignorant loudmouths as a full-time occupation. An entire generation of celebs who have never had a job other than making people mad.