Notoriety: the state of being famous or well known for some bad quality or deed.
Notoriety is created in the way we write history. Notoriety is born in the words we choose.
I only knew notoriety until I read The Tragically Brief Life and Cruel Death of Malcolm Shabazz.
I only knew notoriety until I read Malcolm X’s Letter from Mecca
“Despite my firm convictions, I have always been a man who tries to face facts, and to accept the reality of life as new experience and new knowledge unfolds it. I have always kept an open mind, which is necessary to the flexibility that must go hand in hand with every form of intelligent search for truth.” - Malcolm X, Letter from Mecca (April, 1964)
I only knew notoriety.
But I now have the privilege and the duty to teach the “intelligent search for truth.”
1776′
Yup
“A well-designed chair not only feels good to sit in, it also entices your ass towards it. So this is nothing new to Facebook. Where it gets interesting to me is when you start asking to what end you are designing. The big why. In the chair example, the relationship is clear. If I can design a chair that entices your ass, then you will buy it. I’ve traded money for ass happiness (and back happiness, but that’s less sexy). But it’s clear who the vendor and who the customer is in that case.
Where I have issues with Facebook is that they’re dishonest about who the customer is. They’ve built an enticing chair, and they let me sit in it for free, but they’re selling my farts to the highest bidder.” - Mike Monteiro
When you see history in color, it becomes impossible to see history only in the past.
“Easter Eggs for Hitler”
Two American Soldiers proudly show off their personalized “Easter eggs” (155mm artillery shells) before firing them. National Archives photo.
New York City shining by night. Central Park is visible from space, and maybe even the light on the Statue of Liberty.
“But TNC,” you say. “I thought you were real American? What are you doing hanging out in the communist commune of Cambridge?”
Bite me Sharia-boy. I’ll have you know that in the time you phrased that question, I punched five Muslim atheists and broke up a game of hacky sack. My star-spangled armor is supreme. And when it comes to awesome oatmeal, no power in the socialist-verse can stop me.
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A photo from my 8th grade book club.
(Thanks, Dad, for sending me this.)
Posted this online a few days ago, but here’s the full resolution version. I will never get tired of this.
Today’s Lesson
- From Übermensch to Superman
- Captain America Punches Fascists in the Face
- Dr. Seuss Made Racist Propaganda
