This Woman Runs a State
Posted on September 2nd, 2010 in Uncategorized | No Comments »
Admittedly, not very well.
Here’s Arizona’s Republican governor, Jan Brewer, making her opening statement at a campaign debate last night. Holy cow.
Admittedly, not very well.
Here’s Arizona’s Republican governor, Jan Brewer, making her opening statement at a campaign debate last night. Holy cow.
This should be a tough interview: Drew Faust is having a “conversation” with “Charlie” Gibson in Sanders Theater.
Gibson is being paid by Harvard to spend a year at the Kennedy School. The retired host of Good Morning America—edgy choice! He will no doubt boost the K School’s already rigorous academic schedule.
I am saddened to hear of the death of Yale alum (class of ’85) Jim MacLaren, who led a difficult but deeply inspiring life.
Jim wanted to be an actor, and after graduating from Yale he was leaving a late-night Manhattan rehearsal on his motorcycle when he was hit by a New York City bus.
Jim almost died, and doctors had to amputate his left leg.
He returned to Yale to try to resume acting training at the Yale School of Drama. During that time, he started dating the woman I’d dated through most of college—we were on a hiatus—which didn’t particularly endear him to me. What made it all the more irritating was that it was virtually impossible to get mad at Jim. I hadn’t met the man, and I never did. But by all accounts, he was just a really brave, decent, solid, admirable, impressive guy—impossible to dislike. Even if he was dating your once-and-future girlfriend.
Refusing to be impeded by his handicap, Jim became a triathlete at a time when there weren’t many triathletes, much less disabled ones. Not satisfied with that, he became the fastest disabled triathlete in the world.
And then something happened to him that is just hard to fathom.
This is from his website:
…On June 6, 1993…he was in Mission Viejo, California, racing another triathlon. Two miles into the bike leg, on a closed course, a traffic marshal misjudged MacLaren’s speed approaching an intersection. The marshal directed a van to cross the street, and the van and MacLaren collided. Hurled into a signpost, MacLaren broke his neck at the C5 vertebrae, paralyzing him.
Devastating.
Yet MacLaren picked up the pieces and went on to start the Choose Living Foundation and become a motivational speaker. Usually I’m fairly cynical about these things, because so many motivational speakers are little more than con men. But Jim was the real thing, and he helped many people. After all, if he could live with such strength after what had happened to him…
Friends of MacLaren who were inspired by his example started the Challenged Athletes Foundation, which has raised $28 million for disabled athletes.
In May 2002, Jim was the subject of a lengthy profile in GQ, written by the pre-EPL Elizabeth Gilbert. It’s a very powerful piece of writing and well worth reading.
I drove until I reached the gates of Pacifica, and there, waiting on the shoulder of the lonely and dusty road, was Jim MacLaren—Yale graduate, football star, actor, amputee, triathlete, quadriplegic, scholar. He was in a wheelchair, but he did not look anything close to helpless. He was a big and handsome man, broad through the chest. He was wearing shorts, and there was a peglike prosthesis attached to the stump of his left leg. His other leg was muscular and tan. A catheter bag half filled with urine hung from the side of his wheelchair, and a thin hose snaked up from it and disappeared under his shorts. He was lighting a cigarette with fingers that were frozen into painful-looking talons, bent and twisted like little Joshua trees. I rolled down my window.
“Jim MacLaren, I presume?”
He smiled. “How’d you recognize me?”
“You smoke?” I said.
“Don’t start,” he warned.
Some other friends of MacLaren started a group, Friends of Jimmy Mac, and a website to help fund his medical care, and MacLaren posted his news on the site from time to time. His most recent post was on July 18….
It is a Sunday in July. Although I am on a bit of shaky ground, I’m actually feeling pretty good. The reason for this is that although I’m in the middle of another bladder infection the oral antibiotics seem to be working. This means that I did not have to go to the hospital. So far, no IV and although I don’t yet feel wonderful, it seems like I am getting better.
Age 47, MacLaren died on August 30th. It’s hard to imagine surviving what he survived, and I’m quite sure that I couldn’t have transformed such pain into such generosity. I never knew him, but like so many others I will miss Jim MacLaren.
The Yale Daily News reports on the story of Katie Mitchell, a gay woman who left West Point in protest of “don’t ask, don’t tell” and transferred to Yale.
At the academy, Miller discovered other LGBT cadets living in a covert social scene. She played on the rugby team and during matches met a few lesbians from other schools — including Yale….
Well, they don’t call it the gay Ivy for nothing.
This is a bit like not letting military recruiters on campus, but in reverse—they may not be able to recruit from Yale, but Yale will take their recruits away from them….
The Globe reports on Mar Hauser’s cancelled classes at the Harvard Extension School.
…the extension school sent an e-mail to students who were enrolled in the fall semester class stating that the course has been canceled “at the request of the instructor, Professor Marc Hauser.’’
…The e-mail also included a statement from Hauser. “Because of the controversy surrounding the investigation, I have decided that the best thing for the students is that I not teach at the extension school until things conclude with the case,’’ Hauser wrote. “Given my great desire to teach, I look forward to sharing my knowledge of these disciplines in the future.’’
One can safely assume that the Extension School allowed Hauser to frame this exit as his decision, when it surely was not.
I guess that’s gracious. But does it send the right message—that there is no tolerance for misconduct? Or do we just assume that everyone knows the drill?
The new Arcade Fire “video” works with Google Earth to incorporate the place where you grew up. Quite cool.
Then again, Google is getting a little creepy these days.
Here’s Christopher Hitchens, who now has esophageal cancer, talking in favor of teenage smoking.
One absolutely hopes he survives his illness, but, you know…oops.
Hat tip to the Hitchens-obsessed blog, Hitchens Watch.