The Boat People

Luke Mogelson, writing for the New York Times Magazine:

Our destination was an Australian territory, more than 200 miles across the Indian Ocean, called Christmas Island. If the weather is amenable, if the boat holds up, the trip typically lasts three days. Often, however, the weather is tempestuous, and the boat sinks. Over the past decade, it is believed that more than a thousand asylum seekers have drowned. The unseaworthy vessels are swamped through leaky hulls, capsize in heavy swells, splinter on the rocks. Survivors sometimes drift for days. Children have watched their parents drown, and parents their children. Entire families have been lost. Since June, several boats went down, claiming the lives of more than a hundred people.

I first heard about the passage from Indonesia to Australia in Afghanistan, where I live and where one litmus test for the success of the U.S.-led war now drawing to a close is the current exodus of civilians from the country. (The first “boat people” to seek asylum in Australia were Vietnamese, in the mid-1970s, driven to the ocean by the fallout from that American withdrawal.) Last year, nearly 37,000 Afghans applied for asylum abroad, the most since 2001. Afghans who can afford to will pay as much as $24,000 for European travel documents and up to $40,000 for Canadian. (Visas to the United States, generally, cannot be bought.) Others employ smugglers for arduous overland treks from Iran to Turkey to Greece, or from Russia to Belarus to Poland.

A fascinating (not to mention life-threatening) piece of reporting. I literally could not put my iPad down until I had finished this piece. It's the kind of narrative that I will forever remember whenever I hear someone take a position on immigration/illegal immigration. There is no accounting for what people with no hope will resort to. There are the choices desperate people make—and there's this story.

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Apple Cores Are a Myth

James Hamblin, writing for The Atlantic:

Earlier this year, in "How to Eat Apples Like a Boss," a video by Foodbeast, the Internet was promised the gift of confidence in apple-eating. Elie Ayrouth ate an apple starting at the bottom, proceeding to up to the top, and finishing with a wink to the camera, as bosses do. Eating as such, Foodbeast said, the core "disappears."

I do them one better and say that it never existed. The core is a product of society, man. There is a thin fibrous band, smaller in diameter than a pencil and not bad to the taste. If you eat your apple vertically, it is not noticeable.

Apparently it's 'Have Your Mind Blown' Friday. My entire existence has been thrown into question. Here's the video:

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'They don't talk about the fear.'

Matthew Berry, writing for ESPN.com:

Death by a thousand cuts. It's not any one incident (though a few stand out to me, even two decades later), but the totality of it all, the seemingly nonstop barrage that comes your way. You feel helpless. It's a group against one. Tell an authority figure and you're a tattletale. They'll just come at you harder and more cleverly disguised. You feel embarrassed. You get jumpy, looking and assuming things are there when they aren't.

You live in fear. That's the fear I'm talking about. The fear no one seems to mention. The fear of repercussion, of making it worse, of what's coming next. Constant, debilitating fear.

This is maybe the best piece you'll read regarding bullying and the Richie Incognito/Jonathan Martin situation. It takes real guts to open up about something like this.

/via Eric Stangel

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I Lost My Favorite Person On My Favorite Day

Danielle Stracci, writing for Fairfield County Moms Blog:

Today was a different type of rummaging though. My mother and I were looking for a broach to put on my grandmother to complete her outfit for her wake and funeral. Getting my pickiness in jewelry from her, I knew we had to find just the right one.

A really terrific piece of writing by my wife, including the eulogy she gave at her Grandmother's funeral. The eulogy is based on Joe Brainard's I Remember, a book I love and have come to love to teach.

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Parents Refuse Vitamin K Shots; Infants Develop Rare Bleeding Disorder

Katie Drummond, writing for The Verge:

Since around 1961, doctors in the US have used vitamin K injections to prevent Vitamin K deficiency bleeding (VKDB) in newborns. Infants are born with low levels of vitamin K, which is vital in helping blood coagulate, and they don't obtain sufficient levels of the vitamin during breastfeeding. That puts them at an increased risk of hemorrhage, which is precisely why the American Academy of Pediatrics has long recommended injections of the vitamin at birth: infants who don't receive it are 81 times more likely to experience VKDB.

This is what happens when you convince people that science isn't real and that 'freedom' and 'choice' are synonyms.

It is, and they aren't.

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Mark Messier, the Bronx, and the Kingsbridge National Ice Center

Pat Leonard, writing for the NY Daily News:

Think of Mark Messier’s NHL career, the enormity and transcendence of it all, specifically here in New York City, and then imagine a building just as colossal but potentially even more transformative for the five boroughs and beyond.

Then take your first steps into the Kingsbridge Armory, a cavernous abandoned Bronx landmark just below West 195th St., and try to envision the nine ice rinks, the community center, the locker rooms and office space, the health and wellness facility planned for this building’s future, the 750,000-square-foot Kingsbridge National Ice Center (KNIC) set to open in 2017, pending approval of the Bronx Borough Board and City Council.

This entire project simultaneously sounds too good to be true and impossible. But then again, so did winning a cup in '94, right?

(Feel free to use that one, Mark. It's on the house.)

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30 For 30: The Space Jam Game

This is absolutely pitch perfect. One of many amazing lines:

Remember—this is 1995. The day before, we didn't even know that aliens existed. Now, not only are they out there, but they're playing basketball with His Airness himself.

I can't even imagine how happy this made everyone in the 30 For 30 offices.

/via The A.V. Club

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