post-racial world.

Augusta may be one of twelve cities chosen to host an all-white no-foreigner basketball league. To wit,

[All-American Basketball Alliance Commissioner Don] Lewis said he wants to emphasize fundamental basketball instead of “street-ball” played by “people of color.”

…

“Would you want to go to the game and worry about a player flipping you off or attacking you in the stands or grabbing their crotch?”

To that I respond, have you watched a game of hockey recently?

To prove the callousness and utter inhumanity of racists, a Facebook group has started, titled “fuck Haiti,” arguing, like Pat Robertson did, that they deserved it, and included such gems as,

Ariadne Polydoris: “I don’t give a shit. Millions of people die everyday, why should those fuckers be any different?”

Perhaps you’d like to be one of them.

It got hundreds of members. It’s since been taken down, but others have taken its place. This isn’t to say that there isn’t a faint glimmer of hope in the great Internet Hate Machine, but Keith Olbermann sums it up quite well: Fuck Haiti? Fuck you.

Just so I don’t forget the link, the NYTimes City Room Blog did a little piece on New Yorkers’ willingness to date outside established boundaries. Their conclusion:

New Yorkers are, on the whole, more willing to date outside their race, religion, age group, educational attainment, economic status and political party before they’ll consider dating outside the four boroughs.*

Considering the poll, I wouldn’t be surprised if a New Yorker would sooner go gay than date a Long Islander. I dated a Long Islander once (once) – it’s listed in my 25 Random Things on Facebook – and the only thing I got out of that date was a story about how I discovered somebody wholly without goals, aspirations or interests. It’s uncanny.

*Fuck Staten Island.

become the playground of high schoolers?

It’s bad enough potential employers can stalk photos people tag of me in various states of inebriation, but now I must block entire swaths of my personal errata because students of mine can potentially see it? I’m not sure what to blame more: The voyeur/exhibitionist pathos of the internet or the speed in which I switched from Student Who Doesn’t Know Better to Member of Authority – a transition of exactly two months, consequently. Alas.

While I’m on the subject, Facebook recently clarified their EULA because somebody actually read that Epic and discovered what we all assume when we breeze through the EULA: Namely that they own every little bit of content we write forever and ever. Read the rest of this entry »