Lin-Manuel and Chance the Rapper in conversation:
What are you willing to sacrifice for your legacy?
C: My father always told me that my legacy would be my children. And I think the most important thing about creating is the way that your music interacts with people, and the period that it’s released in, and the periods that will have it after your death, and how it’ll work in the world. My favorite piece from Hamilton is “Dear Theodosia,” which is…. [Turns to Miranda] Can I talk about the play?
LM: [Laughs.] Yeah, do whatever you want.
C: The first verse is Aaron Burr talking to his daughter, and the song is so dope to me because it’s obviously a song about fatherhood, but they’re speaking about building this brand-new nation and building a new world for their children and their children’s children. Literally though—a brand-new America. There’s still not a lot of hospitals or banks; they’re figuring out forms of currency; they’re still fighting the Brits.
I like to think of my music the same way because a lot of my stuff is about my ideal world, and how I want things to function. I have a daughter who’s going to be raised in this world, and my music and my art are powerful tools in getting that to be formed the way I want it to. So I guess when we talk about legacy, I would do anything to make sure that my legacy lives on and is a healthy one, but I still look at it a little differently. I don’t think the legacy of the music is necessarily what I think about when I think of mine.
This woman is INCREDIBLE (there is some gnarly stuff about domestic violence in here, FYI):
Lhakpa’s obscurity owes partly to the fact that Sherpa climbers are still perceived as a homogenous workforce so gifted at getting to the summit that their accomplishments are often referred to in the collective. But in Lhakpa’s case there’s something more. Since 2004, she has been too frightened to speak to reporters. That’s the year she says she was punched in the head by Dijmarescu in Everest’s north-side base camp, in Chinese-controlled Tibet, in full view of expedition teammates from Connecticut—a charge that Dijmarescu insists was self-defense. Photographs published in the Hartford Courant (which Dijmarescu claimed in court were doctored) showed her being carried limp and bloody to the kitchen tent for treatment. After that incident, Lhakpa became very quiet about her achievements. Her six diploma-like summit certificates—five from the Chinese government and one from Nepal—are stored in a closet.
Now she’s going for seven. Last spring, newly liberated, after a ten-year hiatus from Everest, she planned to make another attempt on the summit. But as she waited in base camp, again on Everest’s north side, the April 25 earthquake hit, prompting both the Nepalese and Chinese governments to suspend climbing for the season. A year later, she’s back on Everest to try again.
Jian Ghomeshi’s “apology,” annotated:
“In the last 18 months, I have spent a great deal of time reflecting on this incident and the difficulties I caused Ms. Borel, and I have had to come to terms with my own deep regret and embarrassment.”
Ghomeshi slips here, revealing that he’s only been thinking about this for “the last 18 months,” the timeline of when the allegations were first made public. He didn’t think about his actions when he was in the middle of performing them, he didn’t consider the signs that women give off when they don’t want to be touched or spoken to, he didn’t ask if he was making anyone feel uncomfortable or unsafe. He is and was the paragon of privilege. He was freer than most women ever get to be, no matter where they are.
And thank Satan that Ghomeshi has come to terms with his “deep regret” and “embarrassment” over the things he did, for years, with the tacit approval of one of the country’s largest media organizations. It remains unclear if the handful of women who have accused him of assault and harassment, in and out of court, are getting any time to come to terms with his actions.
This is disgusting and sick:
George Zimmerman shot and killed 17-year-old Trayvon Martin on February 26, 2012. Zimmerman was charged with second-degree murder and manslaughter, then acquitted by a Florida jury on July 13, 2013. The case sparked a nationwide debate and protests over “stand your ground” laws and race relations in the United States.
Now, Zimmerman is auctioning off the 9-millimeter pistol he used to kill Martin on a website called GunBroker.com.
An hour-long police chase that began in Massachusetts and stretched into New Hampshire on Wednesday ended with a sudden burst of violence, asvideo footage capturing the conclusion of the pursuit showed at least two officers repeatedly punching the driver after he got out of the car.
The brief incident, filmed by a helicopter overhead, has prompted reviews by law enforcement officials in both states, including a criminal probe in New Hampshire. The New Hampshire attorney general’s office “will be conducting a criminal investigation to determine what force was used, by whom, and whether it was appropriate under the law,” Jeffrey A. Strelzin, senior assistant attorney general, wrote in an email Thursday morning.
“Diagnosis” was often my favorite thing to read in the magazine on Sunday mornings, satisfying my inner hypochondriac and detective — until I found myself living one of those medical mysteries.
I was upstate with some friends when the itching began. At first it was localized in a thin band across my thighs. It seemed like dry skin, so I slathered on lotion and thought nothing of it. But then the itching continued, and spread. It was up my legs and down them. It was on my hips, my stomach.
I traveled to Los Angeles, and the itching continued. Despite the warmer climate, my skin was red and bruised from the constant scratching. I made multiple stops at the pharmacy, investing in a tub of medical grade Aquaphor, hoping to get some relief. I bought Cortisone creams and took oatmeal baths.
After two weeks of nearly nonstop, skin-tingling itching, I went to my doctor, who shrugged, put me on a battery of over-the-counter antihistamines, and sent out a vial of my blood for testing. “Did you know that unspecified itching could be a sign of blood cancer or a liver problem?” he told me cheerfully.
Lindy is really good at trolling her trolls:
I admire the strength of your convictions:
Nicole is an Editor of The Toast.