The way that I had crouched down on the ground, both of my legs fell asleep, because I was in such a weird, awkward position. And it was a little bit of time before the paramedics arrived, because the authorities have to make sure the coast is clear. Once the EMTs came in, I tried not to get in their way. They told me, “Hold her in the same position.” I did that. They were taking care of her medical needs. I wanted to take care of her emotional needs: “I know you’re in a lot of pain, honey, but just stay still. They’re trying to help. Do you understand that the police are here? There’s not going to be any more shooting. Squeeze my hand. The ambulances are on their way. Do you understand that?” I was trying to keep her calm and informed, because I know Gabby’s an inquisitive person, and she would want to know exactly what was going on, because she couldn’t open her eyes and see for herself.
Originally we were going to be airlifted to University Medical Center. However, I saw that there was an ambulance there. I said, “What’s the ETA on the air evac?” They didn’t respond, probably because they didn’t know. I took that as too long. I said, “She’s number one priority. We need to get her out of here—now.” They put her on a board. They told me, “We don’t want you to go in the ambulance. There’s no room.” I said, “You’d better make room.” On the way, I continued to talk to her. I told her, “I’m on the phone right now trying to get ahold of Mark”—her husband—”and your mom and dad here in Tucson. Do you understand that?” Especially when I mentioned her parents and Mark, she squeezed extra tight.
Daniel Hernandez, one of three heroes during the Tuscon shooting who provided a second-by-second account of what they witnessed on that Sunday morning to GQ’s Amy Wallace. You might think by now you’ve heard the whole story, but this tense, vivid oral history will prove otherwise. Today’s must-read.
Antonio Pigafetta, a Florentine navigator who went with Magellan on the first voyage around the world, wrote, upon his passage through our southern lands of America, a strictly accurate account that nonetheless resembles a venture into fantasy. In it he recorded that he had seen hogs with navels on their haunches, clawless birds whose hens laid eggs on the backs of their mates, and others still, resembling tongueless pelicans, with beaks like spoons. He wrote of having seen a misbegotten creature with the head and ears of a mule, a camel’s body, the legs of a deer and the whinny of a horse. He described how the first native encountered in Patagonia was confronted with a mirror, whereupon that impassioned giant lost his senses to the terror of his own image.
This short and fascinating book, which even then contained the seeds of our present-day novels, is by no means the most staggering account of our reality in that age. The Chronicles of the Indies left us countless others. Eldorado, our so avidly sought and illusory land, appeared on numerous maps for many a long year, shifting its place and form to suit the fantasy of cartographers. In his search for the fountain of eternal youth, the mythical Alvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca explored the north of Mexico for eight years, in a deluded expedition whose members devoured each other and only five of whom returned, of the six hundred who had undertaken it. One of the many unfathomed mysteries of that age is that of the eleven thousand mules, each loaded with one hundred pounds of gold, that left Cuzco one day to pay the ransom of Atahualpa and never reached their destination. Subsequently, in colonial times, hens were sold in Cartagena de Indias, that had been raised on alluvial land and whose gizzards contained tiny lumps of gold. One founder’s lust for gold beset us until recently. As late as the last century, a German mission appointed to study the construction of an interoceanic railroad across the Isthmus of Panama concluded that the project was feasible on one condition: that the rails not be made of iron, which was scarce in the region, but of gold.
Our independence from Spanish domination did not put us beyond the reach of madness. General Antonio López de Santana, three times dictator of Mexico, held a magnificent funeral for the right leg he had lost in the so-called Pastry War. General Gabriel García Moreno ruled Ecuador for sixteen years as an absolute monarch; at his wake, the corpse was seated on the presidential chair, decked out in full-dress uniform and a protective layer of medals. General Maximiliano Hernández Martínez, the theosophical despot of El Salvador who had thirty thousand peasants slaughtered in a savage massacre, invented a pendulum to detect poison in his food, and had streetlamps draped in red paper to defeat an epidemic of scarlet fever. The statue to General Francisco Morazan erected in the main square of Tegucigalpa is actually one of Marshal Ney, purchased at a Paris warehouse of second-hand sculptures.
—Gabriel García Márquez’ Nobel Prize acceptance speech. Read the rest here.
You can’t fight something with nothing. But as long as Democrats refuse to talk about the almost unprecedented buildup of income, wealth, and power at the top – and the refusal of the super-rich to pay their fair share of the nation’s bills – Republicans will convince people it’s all about…
Goldbricking, in today’s terms, generally refers to staff who use their work internet access for personal reasons while maintaining the appearance of working, which can lead to inefficiency. The term originates from the confidence trick of applying a gold coating to a brick of worthless metal. (via sleevia)
It looks like the tricky media people over at ‘Stand With Walker’ changed their minds about wanting to show their first ‘Stand For Walker’ TV ad online. One minute it was on their website and on their YouTube account. Even Greg Sargent embedded it in a post. Then it was gone. But not before I transcribed it:
“Who decides Wisconsin’s future: voters or government unions? Wisconsin voted for fiscal sanity and balanced budgets, but public employees walked off their jobs, abandoning our children. Democratic legislators don’t even have the guts to show up for their jobs, hiding out in other states. And incredibly, President Obama backs the union bosses and floods Wisconsin with out-of-state political protesters. Governor Walker has the courage to do what’s right for Wisconsin. Stand with Walker.”
This ad will reportedly air soon in Wisconsin, so I can only speculate as to why they pulled the video after posting it. Their front page still has a “Watch our Ad” link, although it now leads to nothing. I emailed AFP a few hours ago asking why the video was removed; I have yet to hear back.
As Modern Family’s child characters grow up, Robyn Bahr talks about what problems this may pose for the series:
For Modern Family to make it to seven, even five season, the kids — who are just as important players as the adults — will be well into their early adulthood. Rebellious teen Haley Dunphy will be in her twenties by then (as actress Sarah Hyland nears her thirties.) Her precocious, overachieving tween sister Alex (Ariel Winter) will be already be in college and adorably dim younger brother Luke (Nolan Gould) will be close to graduating high school (hopefully, that is). While it’s easy to imagine how the writers may work around the maturation of the Dunphy kids, it’s harder to project how they will be able progress Rico Rodriguez’s Manny Delgado — an old soul trapped in the body of a twelve-year-old boy — when the dichotomy between his flourishing, romantic nature and husky boyishness diminishes. (At worse, I fear he may come to resemble a sitcom version of Oscar Wao.)
Wait, you think Manny becoming “a sitcom version of Oscar Wao” would be a bad thing?