Yulia Lipnitskaya, 15 years old, skating to the music of Schindler’s List, in front of dictator Vladimir Putin, anti-Semites among the Russian public, and the whole world.
Interestingly, the commentary team, that mentioned every other possible connection between skaters and music, clammed up entirely about this one. I don’t know if they were being prudent or gutless.
Anyhoo, “Lipnitz” is a name derived either from the Bohemian/Czech village of Lipnice, or from the Polish village of Lipnice. (“Lipa” means lime tree, linden tree. It’s in a lot of placenames.) So it’s a surname borne by Poles, Czechs, and Germans of various faiths, as well as by various nationalities of Jewish people. The composer Mahler’s father originally came from Lipnice.
Since Lipnitskaya originally hailed from Yekaterinburg, a town that Catherine the Great settled with mostly-German farmers, her ethnic and religious background is anybody’s guess.
Also, a list of cool things that Winter Olympians can do.
Republicans fought for civil rights against racism, from the beginning of the party, and elected people of different races to Congress as soon as possible. Democrats fought to keep people enslaved or make them second-class citizens.
Republicans fought for women’s suffrage and elected women to Congress; Democrats fought to keep women voteless.
And politicians used force to take away Utah’s freedom of marriage format, just like they’re trying to do today.
“One of the most interesting battles in the long congressional war over women’s suffrage involved the Mormons of Utah. In 1870, nearly fifty years before Congress passed the 19th Amendment, the territory of Utah granted women the right to vote. This was encouraged by congressional opponents of polygamy, which was practiced by some wealthy Mormons. Their hope was that given the vote, Utah’s women would quickly put an end to “the abomination of bigamy.” And the women of Utah did indeed prove to have strong opinions regarding this issue. They voted overwhelmingly in favor of it. Congress responded by passing the Edmunds-Tucker Act of 1882, which disfranchised Utah’s women while also violating the First Amendment by outlawing the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and seizing much of its property.”
(Of course, I’m not in favor of polygamy in any way. But your definition of marriage has to be solid and unchangeable if you mean to build a society on it, just as you have to be pretty darned sure that you know Who God is, to be able to tell Japan that their Emperor Hirohito officially was no god.)
One of the stories that Nicholas Johnson doesn’t include in his expanded edition of Negroes and the Gun: The Black Tradition of Arms is the story of W.G. Sloan (full name William G. Sloan, aka Bill Sloan), an African American hero of the Dayton Flood of 1913, who commandeered a steel-bottomed boat at gunpoint from its owner and then spent 68 hours afloat over the next 5 days, rescuing over 300 people from the flood. Mr. Sloan later served as a left-handed pitcher on the Dayton Marcos, a small local “negro baseball” team.
Here’s a quote from Mark Bernstein’s article about him:
W. G. Sloan, the well-known colored ball player, was in the rescue work continuously from Tuesday morning until Friday on the West Side. He took the Caleb family of five persons from a raft on which they had been floating, tossed in the heaving and rushing waters for 48 hours. With Frank Thoro and George Crandall helping, Sloan saved 317 people during 68 hours of continuous work. He carried five cans of fresh water. Most of the rescue work was done with a steel bottom boat which he commandeered at the point of a revolver from a selfish owner at the handle factory, who was not using it himself and refused to allow it to be used by the rescuers” (Bernstein, Mark, quoting some other period source. “In Search of the Well-Known Colored Ball Player,” Ohio Magazine, April 1988, p. 69).
Wright State has a page about him for their Flood play, including a link to his burial site at Woodland Cemetery. (Which, for those not from the area, was the famous cemetery where famous people were buried. The Wright Brothers, for example.)
An 11-year-old attempted suicide earlier this week, after being bullied for being a brony. He is still in a coma and has suffered brain damage from his attempt. Here’s the fundraising page for his medical bills.
Follow his recovery on Twitter. Includes a hospital picture of the little guy.
Michael Morones comes from a fannish family (his stepfather, Mr. Suttle, is a pirate reenactor who runs a small business selling pirate-themed stuff). I don’t know any of these folks personally, but apparently the story’s been confirmed by EQ Daily and others who know them.
Please pray for Michael’s recovery and for his family.
Pray for the bullies too. They need it.
As we worry about just how belligerent the Chinese are getting, and about a prominent Chinese businessman’s overly optimistic opinion that nobody’d care if China took the Senkaku Islands with a “surgical strike”…
…it’s not comforting to ponder that Chinese who believe in traditional five elements fortunetelling are of the opinion that Yang years of the Wood Horse are associated with war — and “fast victories.” It is a year to stick to one’s principles — which in this version means not negotiating and running over other people.
And unfortunately, the examples picked are the year of Dien Bien Phu (which the Chinese wouldn’t think was a bad thing) and the year of the Japanese destroying China’s fleet in the Sino-Japanese War.
So yeah, there’s a happy cheerful look into what’s going through some people’s minds in China.
If you like fantasy or play fantasy games, or if you’ve ever played an MMO, you should be watching Log Horizon. It gets better every week.
It’s all about hope in darkness, making a life for yourself and those you care about, and being more than a little bit clever along the way.
For those of you who haven’t gotten sucked into its world, here’s a very nice cover version of the earworm opening themesong, “Database.” (And the same guy also covers the great Yowamushi Pedal themesong, “Reclimb.”)
Here’s the group that actually does it, Man with a Mission, performing live. Yes, they perform wearing giant wolf mask heads.
Here’s a gamer filk parody about Indonesian exam week. I think the sentiments are so universal that we don’t actually need a translation….
This Retro Dad guy discusses “cruiser” or “beach cruiser” bikes like mine. He talks a lot about the benefits of the ride.
As the wonderful road racing anime Yowamushi Pedal points out, a “mommy bike” isn’t the most efficient bike. But it does build your strength and endurance, and it teaches you to pedal faster (“increase cadence”) as well as to stand up and pedal (“dancing”). You can carry stuff better, and they are fun.
And for those of us with big butts, a nice sturdy bike with a comfy seat is a good thing.
It turns out that there’s a bike shop in Fairborn, and I think I’m going to have to go talk to them about my bike. I think I’ve got it set up wrong or broke something somehow, because the seat just keeps coming loose. It’s possible that hilly Fairborn just isn’t the right place for my bike, but I did okay in hilly Kettering.
If worst comes to worst, I’ve got my old ten-speed in the shed at my parents’ house, but I don’t love it like I loved my Huffy faux-BMX bike as a kid, or my weird but lovable Huffy Panama Jack beach cruiser. OTOH, I never actually figured out what most of those gears were for, and Yowa is exposing me to the idea that perhaps they actually have their uses. And I suppose I could get it painted a more racy color than white. (Like yellow. Bikes should be red or yellow. Those are bike-y colors.)
This is a later model than my bike, and it is pink rather than yellow and tan. I will bear RetroDad’s recommendations in mind.