Is this the new iPhone?
What All of the Leaked Photos Tell Us About Apple’s New iPhone
The new iPhone looks pretty much like the old iPhone. Sure, it’s a bit taller, allowing for a display that has one extra row of icons on the Home screen. And instead of the glass that you find on the back of today’s iPhone, the new model’s posterior is composed…
Several state legislatures were inspired rather than dissuaded by the contraception debate in Washington, and are considering their own versions of the Blunt Amendment — keeping alive an issue national Republicans thought they were putting to bed. Arizona, New Hampshire, Idaho and Georgia have taken up bills to expand exemptions for contraception coverage. Ohio, Missouri, New Hampshire, Idaho and Wyoming lawmakers are moving symbolic resolutions condemning the administration’s contraception coverage rule.
I know I’m not the first to point this out but, still, I hope that all of the so-called liberals who stayed home in November of 2010 because it just didn’t matter whether (corporatist) Democrats or (corporatist) Republicans were in charge, seriously go Cheney themselves. Then, when they’ve opened their eyes, get off their self-righteous asses and go to the fucking polls this November and vote for the Democrat. Any Democrat.
Reading Amy Chua’s Tiger Mom essay reminded me again that I also grew up with an immigrant mom and dad. We — my siblings and I — were all immigrants. In fact, my entire neighborhood grew up in similar households. All my friends had at least one, if not two, parents who spoke English as a second language.
[Sidebar: My best friend grew up in a house where -- instead of a picture of Roosevelt or JFK hanging on the wall -- there was a picture of Gamal Abdul Nasser hanging in a place of prominence. His dad was Muslim and his mom was Christian.]
In our house it was assumed that we were playing for keeps. The grades, the extra-curricular activities like 60 min. of piano and violin practice every day, art studies, etc. I remember practicing my violin and, having memorized the piece, reading a book while I played. Win-win for everyone!
It was was pedal-to-the-metal for sure. It was, of course, different then: we didn’t have nearly the homework volume that my kids have/had now.
We were always being told that we were not like the other kids (a variant on “if so-and-so jumped off the bridge, would you do it too?”). It was all much harder for my two older siblings, brother and sister, and they each rebelled in their own ways, against their same-gender parent. And this all happened during the cultural upheaval of the 1960′s. By the time it was my turn to be the focus of attention, I had already been juggling with knives for years. So it was a bit different — the urgency wasn’t there on their part. And, compared to how it was with my older siblings, my younger sister might as well have grown up with different parents by the time she was in high school (13 years difference between oldest and youngest kids).
Anyway, that was a long time ago, now that I think about it.