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Today is Armenian Genocide Remembrance Day. According to wikipedia , “The starting date of the genocide is conventionally held to be April 24, 1915, the day when Ottoman authorities arrested some 250 Armenian intellectuals and community leaders in Constantinople”
A site called The Straight Dope has an overview of the affair, Was there genocide in early 20th century Armenia? Here are a few excerpts.
It tells you something about human nature and the century just past that the typical response to this question is: What Armenian genocide? Hardly anyone remembers this appalling crime, even though at a million-plus deaths it was the first modern holocaust, ranking eighth on the list of high-body-count butcherings 1900-’87 compiled by genocide historian R. J. Rummel.
Few can even tell you where Armenia is. (The traditional Armenian homeland covers the modern republic of Armenia plus some of Turkey, Iran, and Iraq, but the killings were confined to Turkey and other parts of the old Ottoman empire.) It’s not like the murders were conducted in secret or were over before anybody noticed — on the contrary, they spanned 30 years and received sustained worldwide publicity. So why the amnesia? Turkey’s adamant refusal to acknowledge the massacres is part of it, but equally important is the West’s agreement to forget…
What had the Armenians done to deserve all this? Not much — their main offense was to be a Christian minority in a crumbling Islamic empire. Like another much-persecuted Middle Eastern ethnic group whose sufferings are better known, the Armenians had an ancient language and culture plus a reputation for clannishness and a knack for finance, and they became the target of a similar type of unreasoning bigotry…
A massacre of 15,000 to 25,000 Armenians in 1909 set the table for the main event during World War I. Blaming the supposedly disloyal Christian minority for an early defeat by the Russians, the Turkish government starting in 1915 rounded up Armenians throughout the country, murdered vast numbers outright and deported the rest, with many dying on forced marches or in refugee camps. The brutal work was carried out by an elaborate bureaucracy that some historians consider a model for the extermination program of the Nazis. Add in a couple of additional massacres in the early 1920s and the Armenian death toll for 1915-1922 totals a million to a million and a half.
Another site, devoted to history, has a page, The Armenians.
The Turkish government viewed all Armenians with suspicion and instituted programs of relocation and mass murder. Beginning in June 1915, non-Muslim peoples were forced to move away from areas deemed to have military sensitivity. Hundreds of thousands of Armenians were forced to march to new homes, some to the Syrian desert, others to Mesopotamia. Little preparation had been made for this exodus and the toll from exhaustion, disease and starvation was staggering. Bands of Turks and Kurds would descend upon Armenian villages and slaughter entire populations.
The treatment of the Armenians was not unknown in the outside world. The Allied governments and even Germany issued protests, but the Turkish government was intent on cleansing their lands of all Armenian influence. Persecution continued into the early 1920s. For years afterward, parents in the West would evoke images of starving Armenians as a means to encourage their children to clean their plates.
It is impossible to assign accurate numbers to the slaughter. Reports provided by Armenian groups are usually regarded by historians as too high, but the official Turkish numbers appear too low. Mid-range figures indicate that perhaps between 600,000 and one million Armenians died during this period, out of a pre-war population estimated at 1.5 million.
The treatment of the Armenians ninety seven years ago remains a sensitive issue. Turkey staunchly denies that it happened. Since Asia Minor is a strategic piece of property, many governments are willing to go along with this denial. Even Israel , which knows a thing or two about ethnic cleansing, is sensitive to the need for allies.
Pictures today are from The Library of Congress .

In the time between 1980 and 1994, if you lived in Atlanta you heard about Lewis Grizzard. Some people loved him. Some did not. He told good old boy stories about growing up in rural Georgia. Many of them were enjoyable. He also made social and political commentaries, which upset a few people.
PG had mixed feelings about Lewis. The stories about Kathy Sue Loudermilk and Catfish were funny. His opinions about gays, feminists, and anything non redneck could get on your nerves. His column for the fishwrapper upset PG at least twice a week.
In 1982, Lewis (he reached the level of celebrity where he was known by his first name only) wrote a column about John Lennon. Lewis did not understand why Mr. Ono was such a big deal. PG cut the column out of the fishwrapper, and put it in a box. Every few years, PG would be looking for something, find that column, and get mad all over again.
The New Georgia Encyclopedia has a page about Lewis, which expresses some of these contradictions. If Grizzard’s humor revealed the ambivalence amid affluence of the Sunbelt South, it reflected its conservative and increasingly angry politics as well. He was fond of reminding fault-finding Yankee immigrants that “Delta is ready when you are,” and, tired of assaults on the Confederate flag, he suggested sarcastically that white southerners should destroy every relic and reminder of the Civil War (1861-65), swear off molasses and grits, drop all references to the South, and begin instead to refer to their region as the “Lower East.” Grizzard also wore his homophobia and hatred for feminists on his sleeve, and one of the last of his books summed up his reaction to contemporary trends in its title, Haven’t Understood Anything since 1962 and Other Nekkid Truths (1992).
In the end, which came in 1994, when he was only forty-seven, the lonely, insecure, oft-divorced, hard-drinking Grizzard proved to be the archetypal comic who could make everyone laugh but himself. He chronicled this decline and his various heart surgeries in I Took a Lickin’ and Kept on Tickin’, and Now I Believe in Miracles (1993), published just before his final, fatal heart failure.
As you may have discerned, Lewis McDonald Grizzard Jr. met his maker on March 20, 1994. He was 47. There was a valve in his heart that wasn’t right. The good news is that he stayed out of the army. At the time, Vietnam was the destination for most enlistees. The bad news is that his heart problems got worse and worse, until it finally killed him.
Sixteen years later, PG found a website, Wired for Books. It is a collection of author interviews by Don Swaim, who ran many of them on a CBS radio show called Book Beat. There are two interviews with Lewis Grizzard. The first one was done to promote My Daddy Was a Pistol and I’m a Son of A Gun. This was the story of Lewis Grizzard Senior, who was another mixed bag.
PG found himself listening to this chat, and wondered what he had been missing all those years. The stories and one liners came flowing out like the Chattahoochee going under the perimeter highway. Daddy Grizzard was a soldier, who went to war in Europe and Korea. The second one did something to his mind, and he took to drinking. He was never quite right the rest of his life. His son from adored him anyway. When you put yourself in those loafers for a while, you began to taste the ingredients in that stew we called Lewis Grizzard.
PG still remembers the anger that those columns caused … he has his own story, and knows when his toes are stepped on. The thing is, after listening to this show, PG has an idea of why Lewis Grizzard wrote the things that he did. Maybe PG and Lewis aren’t all that different after all.
The pictures for this feature are from The Library of Congress. While picking out the pictures, PG listened to the other Lewis Grizzard show with Don Swaim. They both have last names that are often mispronounced. When Lewis wondered where Klansmen get those pointy hats… at the KKK mart, perhaps… PG had to stop the broadcast and write a postscript.

This is a double repost from this time three years ago. A news story at the time was the Jaheem Herrera. He grew tired of the bullies, and hung himself. “They called him gay and a snitch,” his stepfather said.. “All the time they’d call him this.” Many words were written about the gay bullying. Very few were said about the snitch part. We will never know which one hurt the most. Mr. Herrera would be 14 now.
The other part of this feature was based on an email from Allen Hunt. PG was added to this mailing list after he sent an email to Mr. Hunt. After a few unpleasant exchanges, Mr. Hunt removed PG from the list. The Allen Hunt radio show is still broadcast on sunday night. His motto is that it is not about right or left, but right or wrong. PG suspects that the show’s moral gyroscope needs to be calibrated.
PG got wound up today about a report involving super glue eight time zones away. Meanwhile, an 11 year old man, who stayed a few exits down the perimeter, hung himself. “They called him gay and a snitch,” his stepfather said.. “All the time they’d call him this.”
Jaheem Herrera was from St. Croix, in the American Virgin Islands. The picture shows that he had light skin. Dunaire Elementary School is on South Indian Creek Road in Stone Mountain. The area is predominantly African American.
PG does not know any of the kids who bullied Mr. Herrera. He suspects that many are Jesus Worshipers. The Jesus Worship Church has preachers that verbally abuse the congregation. The Jesus Worship Church has a book which teaches the hatred of homosexuals. They call it “The Word of G-d”.
The Jesus Worship Church has a phrase…”shame the devil”. PG wonders if “devil” was one of the things Mr. Herrera was called, along with gay and snitch. He looked different than his abusers, and was from a different place.
PG worked for seven years with a professional Jesus Worshiper. He clearly remembers the time that “Minister” taught PG the truth about Jesus.
“Minister” shouted down and humiliated PG one day, for  Jesus. After the mugging was over, “Minister” got a phone call. He picked up the phone and screamed “I never felt better in my life”.
Jesus Worship is an aggressive, angry business. Sometimes the results are fatal.
The email was from the Allen Hunt Show. . Mr. Hunt is a radio whiner, who used to be a Minister. He still talks about religion, whenever and wherever.
The message yesterday was about “3 simple things you can to do grow forward in your faith life. “ The three items are read, pray, and talk. The reader(s) of this blog should know what is coming next.
PG “I received your letter about three words to improve your “faith life” I don’t have a problem with reading. I think more than five pages a day is indicated. I also think that any book..not just religious books…will be beneficial. Even if all you do is have fun, you have done something worthwhile.
The second two words…pray and talk…are way, way overrated. Jesus worshipers talk too much and listen too little. When you talk, you need to pay attention to your audience. You need to have the trust and respect of this person. You need to shut up and listen when it is their turn to talk.
Prayer is talking to G-d. Meditation is listening to G-d. Our culture does not value listening, and this is a serious problem.
A few days ago, an 11 year old in Stone Mountain grew tired of the abuse of his classmates, and committed suicide. How many of those bully children were Jesus Worshipers? How many of those preachers shout angry messages to those children? How many of those children were taught to hate gay people in their churches? I don’t see any of your messages about these issues.
The inability of Jesus Worshipers to quit their wonderful talking and listen to others is one of the biggest problems in our society. Your message…encouraging people to talk, after they read their five pages a day… makes the problem worse.”
AH ” If we do not talk with each other, how do we grow?”
PG ” by listening”
AH ” If no one is talking, no one can listen “
PG ” don’t worry there will always be someone who wants to talk…Right now, the focus of the Jesus Woship church should be toning down the anger and the shouting, reducing the level of venom in the church, before we lose any more 11 year old boys to suicide.”
Mr. Hunt did not reply to this last message. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.

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There is a nifty article about Cary Grant and LSD on the web now. It seems Mr. Grant, the onetime Archibald Leach, had a few issues. Duh. Married five times. Widely rumored to the the bf of Randolph Scott. A talented actor, but a mess in the real world.
In 1956, Mr. Grant was with third wife Betsy Drake, who had a tough summer.  “It was an open secret between cast and crew alike that the married Cary Grant was sleeping with Sophia Loren during their filming of The Pride and The Passion. Drake had flown to Italy to be by her husband’s side during the shoot only to find Grant ignoring her. Distraught, she fled on what was to be a quiet voyage on the SS Andrea Doria. On July 25, 1956 her quiescent journey turned into a nightmare. The ship collided with a Swedish ocean liner off the coast of Nantucket, Massachusetts, sinking to the bottom of the Sea and claiming fifty-one lives.2 Betsy survived but was traumatized. The incident, coupled with the estrangement of her husband, haunted her in her sleep.”
Betsy Drake had a friend named Sally Brophy, an actress. Miss Brophy also received help from a psychiatrist, which included taking LSD. Eventually, Cary Grant started to go see this doctor.
Taking a legal trip, in a Hollywood doctor’s office, is not like going to a rave. It was seen as therapy, a way of learning how to deal with your problems. According to Cary Grant, it worked very well. He talked about it to a reporter, and then confirmed that he wanted this to go out to the public.
“The shock of each revelation brings with it an anguish of sadness for what was not known before in the wasted years of ignorance and, at the same time, an ecstasy of joy at being freed from the shackles of such ignorance … I learned many things in the quiet of that room … I learned that everything is or becomes its own opposite … it releases inhibition. You know, we are all unconsciously holding our anus. In one LSD dream I shit all over the rug and shit all over the floor. Another time I imagined myself as a giant penis launching off from earth like a spaceship … I seemed to be in a world of healthy, chubby little babies’ legs and diapers, smeared blood, a sort of general menstrual activity taking place … As a philosopher once said, you cannot judge the day until the night ..”
The only problem was, Mr. Grant had a movie coming out, “Operation Petticoat”. The studio “tripped out” when it heard the star of the show was praising LSD in the press. Mr. Grant had a share in the profits of the film, and was persuaded to call the reporter and recant on the interview.
Not everyone was impressed by the doctors that Mr. Grant used. “Aldous Huxley had encountered the clinic prior to his death, but had sought his LSD experiences from the parallel practice of Dr. Oscar Janiger, the other acid doctor to the stars. Huxley witnessed Chandler and Hartman’s work and was unnerved by their approach. “We met two Beverly Hills psychiatrists the other day,” he wrote, “who specialise in LSD therapy at $100 a shot – and, really, I have seldom met people of lower sensitivity, more vulgar mind! To think of people made vulnerable by LSD being exposed to such people is profoundly disturbing.”
In any event, LSD became criminalized, Doctors Chandler and Hartman got in trouble, and Cary Grant got married two more times. While Grant never renounced LSD, he refused to use any other illegal drug, even marijuana. He was a conservative old fogey.
Maureen Donaldson was the lover of Cary Grant in the seventies, and was a friend of Alice Cooper. She finally persuaded Mr. Grant to go to an Alice Cooper concert with her. He wore sunglasses, gold chains, and dressed like a “seedy agent”. He sat through the entire show, wearing earplugs, hating every minute of it.
As Miss Donaldson recalled the evening “Driving back to Los Angeles, I congratulated Cary for being such a good sport … He’d made an extraordinary effort to please me … [I asked him] ‘You really hated it, didn’t you?’ ‘It’s…’ he said, struggling for words, ‘you know what it’s like? Remember I told you about the time I took LSD in my doctor’s office and shat all over his rug and floor?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Well now I know how that poor doctor felt.”
Pictures are from The Library of Congress. This is a repost

The most recent episode of Radiolab is Crossroads. It is about Robert Johnson, who played the blues. The legend is that he went to the crossroads of Highway 61 and Highway 49 in Clarksdale MS. At midnight, the devil came down, tuned his guitar, and gave Robert Johnson the ability to play the blues like no one had ever heard. In return, the devil claimed the soul of Robert Johnson. (It was near Clarksdale, on Highway 61, that Bessie Smith was in a fatal car crash.)
Radiolab takes a look at the story. Before they are through, there are several Mr. Johnsons. One was messing around with a married woman, whose husband gave Mr. Johnson poisoned whiskey. Another one had syphilis. An old blues man tells the story of a bluesman who shows up one day with his playing incredibly improved, only it was not Robert Johnson. Another story was that Mr. Johnson married young, and his wife died in childbirth, and that was what made him a guitar superman. In the end, we really don’t know much about the man, except for the recordings he made.
Another radio show, The Delta Blues at Full Speed, asks a few questions about the recordings. Some say they are as much as 20% too fast. When you slow them down, they sound better. One commenter said that if a man was going to sell his soul to the devil, then his voice should be lower.
A later radio show, Robert Johnson and Studio Alchemy, has another “expert” who says that the recordings are probably pretty accurate. The discussion goes on to the concept that all recordings, to one degree or another, are fictions. Music recordings originally sought to record the sound of the artist. When the creative potential of the studio became apparent, the finished recording became a work of art in it’s own right, where the sound engineer was just as important as the players.
There was an ad campaign once, is it live, or is it memorex? The idea was that the tape had a sound so clear that you could not tell it from the original. The thing is, what the tv viewer heard was a recording, which was probably not on memorex. The copy embedded with this post is transferred to digital somehow, which distorts the slogan of the commercial even more.
While PG was listening to these radio shows, he was editing pictures from The Library of Congress. Some of these pictures are included in this feature. This is another example of how editing, after the fact, can affect how you perceive a unit of merchandise. Some say that the only thing that should matter is how the product makes you feel.

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The wordpress home page directs the surfer to a festive post, “10 smart people who died in really dumb ways”. The appearance of this notice on Four Twenty Eve is probably a coincidence. Also noted is the latest on Susan Boyle. Miss Boyle is reportedly planning to market a brand of lipstick.
One problem with this post (about post postmortem smarties) is the fog of history. Only three of the smarties are contemporary. The rest are legends. Take Aeschylus for instance. Around 500BC, an eagle mistook his head for a rock, and dropped a tortoise on it. Even if wikipedia were more reliable, that would be tough to prove.
The three contemporaries can be verified. Jim Fixx wrote a book about jogging, and had a heart attack while running. Jerome Irving Rodale was promoting the health benefits of organic food on the Dick Cavett show. He dropped dead during a commercial break. Tennessee Williams choked to death on an aspirin cap while intoxicated. It could have happened in one of his plays.
The list is not complete. Many famous people have made bizarre exits off the stage of life. Isadora Duncan was well known as a dancer. One night in Nice, France, she was riding in a convertible sportscar, wearing a long hand painted scarf. The scarf became entangled in the open spokes of a wheel, and Miss Duncan was thrown out of the car, and slammed to the pavement.
Even in more recent times, legend sometimes exaggerates the facts. Actress Lupe Velez was troubled about an unplanned pregnancy, and decided to end her life. According to Hollywood Babylon, Miss Velez took an overdose of pills, and then felt ill. She went to the bathroom to get sick. She passed out, fell face forward, and drowned in the commode. This version is disputed by her secretary Beulah Kinder, who claimed to find her asleep in bed.
The eddywu blog has another recent story, “Disappearances that made History”. This is similar to the other post, except that the body was not found. Included in this collection are D.B. Cooper, Judge Crater, Amelia Earhart, and Jimmy Hoffa. With the construction of a new football stadium in New Jersey, Mr. Hoffa will no longer have season tickets.
People who look at links may have seen this message: “eddywu.wordpress.com is no longer available. This blog has been archived or suspended for a violation of our Terms of Service.” Google has no more information about a Susan Boyle brand of lipstick. This is a repost.

One Sunday afternoon, a man was playing golf. On the third hole, he hit the tee shot, and was walking down the fairway towards the ball. The fairway was next to a road. A funeral procession was driving down the road.
The man stopped his cart, got out, took his hat off and put it over his heart. He stood still, with his head bowed, until the mourners had driven by.
The playing partner of the man was astonished. “Don, why are you making such a big deal over that funeral procession”
“It was my wife”.
There was a small town once, with a Catholic Church, a Baptist Church, and a Jewish Synagogue.
One day the Catholics decided to give their priest a new car. They got an Audi, sprinkled a few drops of holy water on the hood, and gave it to the priest.
The Baptists thought this was a really good idea, and they decided to give their pastor a new vehicle. They got a Ford pickup truck, took it to a boat ramp, hooked a winch up to the front, and lowered the truck into the lake until it was completely covered in water.
Not to be outdone, the Jewish congregation decided their rabbi needed a new ride. They bought a Lexus, and cut half an inch off the tail pipe.
A woman was in town on a shopping trip. She began her day finding the most perfect shoes in the first shop and a beautiful dress on sale in the second. In the third, everything had just been reduced by 50 percent, when her mobile phone rang.
It was a doctor notifying her that her husband had just been in a terrible car accident and was in critical condition and in the ICU.
The woman told the doctor to inform her husband where she was and that she’d be there as soon as possible. As she hung up she realized she was leaving what was shaping up to be her best day ever in the boutiques. She decided to get in a couple of more shops before heading to the hospital.
She ended up shopping the rest of the morning, finishing her trip with a cup of coffee and a beautiful chocolate cake slice, compliments of the last shop.  Then she remembered her husband.
Feeling guilty, she dashed to the hospital. She saw the doctor in the corridor and asked about her husband’s condition. The lady doctor glared at her and shouted, “You went ahead and finished your shopping trip didn’t you! I hope you’re proud of yourself! While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself in town, your husband has been languishing in the Intensive Care Unit! It’s just as well you went ahead and finished, because it will more than likely be the last shopping trip you ever take! For the rest of his life he will require round-the-clock care. And he will now be your career!”
The woman was feeling so guilty she broke down and sobbed.
The lady doctor then chuckled. “I’m just pulling your leg. He’s dead. Show me what you bought.”
Thank you Gartalker for the last story. This is a repost.
Pictures are from the “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”

PG was collecting the best, and the worst, from facebook and twitter. The mass of sentences will be published in a day or so, with Selah at the end. One of the best places to visit on twitter is Teju Cole. A specialty of the house are “small fates”… the essence of a news story in 140 characters.
Not far from the Surulere workshop where spray-painter Alawiye worked,
a policeman fired into the air. Gravity did the rest.
With a leap in front of the northbound local,
Philip Joseph, of Heary Street, canceled his wedding plans.
Harvey had an eventful trip on the Olympic. Swindled on the first day,
he quarreled on the second, and drank himself to death on the third.
Envious of the White Star Line’s Titanic, which is on its maiden voyage,
Cunard announced plans for Aquitania, which shall be even larger.
Merely because his surgeon, Dr Fischer, left two sponges in his abdomen,
Jacob Weiss, of East 87th Street, is making a legal fuss.
Death had been ignoring 82-year-old Mrs Levy,
so she jumped from the fifth floor of the Ansonia Hotel and got his attention.
It turns out that there is a French custom, fait divers. That outlet turned out to be a form of writing for which there is no exact English term: fait divers. This is a French expression, in common use for centuries, for a certain kind of newspaper piece: a compressed report of an unusual happening. What fait divers means literally is “incidents,” or “various things.” The nearest English equivalent is “news briefs” or, more recently, “news of the weird.” The fait divers has a long and important history in French literature. Sensationalistic though it is, it has influenced the writing of Flaubert, Gide, Camus, Le Clézio and Barthes. In Francophone literature, it crossed the line from low to high culture. But though a version of it was present in American newspapers, it never quite caught on in the English language as a literary form.
Raoul G., of Ivry, an untactful husband, came home unexpectedly,
and stuck his blade in his wife, who was frolicking in the arms of a friend.
A dishwasher from Nancy, Vital Frérotte, who had just come back from Lourdes,
cured forever of tuberculosis, died Sunday by mistake.
In today’s twitter feed, there was this: A link on not linking: http://inkdroid.org/journal/2012/04/11/on-not-linking/. In the story, there was a link to an interview on NPR. We learn that Mr. Cole finds many of his small fates in 100 year old newspapers.
In 1993, PG was working downtown, and able to take long lunch hours. One day he went to the library, and took a trip to 1956. At the time, a controversy over Georgia’s state flag was boiling over, and PG wanted to find a newspaper story about the decision by the General Assembly to change the flag. In one hour of going through microfilms, PG learned about concern over the qualifications of Vice President Richard Nixon, and about a personal appearance at the Fox Theater by Elvis Presley. A bill was presented, in the Legislature, to make it a felony to advocate desegregation. Finally, there was an announcement about a new state flag. The small article did not mention protesting integration.
In the NPR talk, Mr. Cole says that the old newspaper stories always had the address. This adds a touch a connection, for you can go to that same location today. In a touch of irony, Mr. Cole refuses to add links to his tweets about these stories. A link is the digital version of the address.
In the linked story in today’s twitterfeed, the author asks Mr. Cole to include a link to specific stories. The reply: “I can’t include links directly in my tweets for three reasons. The first is aesthetic: I like the way the tweets look as clean sentences. One wouldn’t wish to hyperlink a poem. The second is artistic: I want people to stay here, not go off somewhere else and crosscheck the story. Why go through all the trouble of compression if they’re just going to go off and read more about it? What’s omitted from a story is, to me, an important part of a writer’s storytelling strategy. And the third is practical: though I seldom use up all 140 characters, rarely do I have enough room left for a url string, even a shortened one. “
Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.

As non color blind readers have noticed, some of the posts here are in a rainbow font. Some enjoy the vibrant touch of color. Others think that a rainbow font is difficult to read. They are entitled to this opinion. There are six colors in this rainbow font. They are Red (#c00000), Orange (#ff6600), Yellow (#ffb000), Green (#00a000), Blue (#0000a0), and Purple (#a000a0). Black fonts are an obsolete holdover from printing with ink on dead trees. In this form of publishing, the press needs to make a pass for every color, and the text needs to be tightly registered. This is an extra expense, and is almost never done. With digital publishing, you can publish in any color you like. It is no more expense to publish in a rainbow font than in all black letters. We are currently in a transition from dead tree publishing to the digital version. The public has an attachment to some elements of old fashioned publishing. In the future this may change. This feature is a tutorial on how to blog in rainbow colors. This post is specifically written for a hosted blog at WordPress. If you use another platform, some of these techniques might not work. A Firefox browser is used. If technically inclined readers know an easier way to do some of these things, they are encouraged to leave an instructional comment. Some of these instructions might seem childishly basic to experienced users. Your patience is appreciated. Write the text. This is sort of a no brainer. If you are going to post rainbow colored text, you have to find the words. Writing them yourself is an option, but it is not the only one. You can copy and paste from anywhere online. It is good manners to have to link to your source. The post is written in a word document. PG likes to use wordpad, which is ms word without many of the features. When you are ready, you will copy the text into the editing window. Be sure to save this document under a new name. Another fun thing to do is copy classics, and post them with rainbow colors. Many of these works are in the public domain. This means that those pesky copyrights have expired, and anyone is allowed to use the product. One source of public domain product is Project Gutenberg. No, that is not what PG stands for. The King James Bible is public domain, unless you are in England . If you google that phrase, you will find many places to copy and paste the text. Set the first Set the first few words of each paragraph in bold face. You are going to put your text in a sold block. The bold words will tell your reader where a new paragraph starts. The ides is to have a solid block of words, with every few lines in a different color. Many people thinks this looks neat. Those who think it is difficult to read can skip ahead to the pictures. This is your introduction to using HTML in this tutorial. Put your bold words between <b> </b>. The first part tells the machine to make those letters bold, and the second part tells it to stop. This is one basic rule of using HTML… what you start, you must stop. You do this by giving the same command, but with a slash in front of the code, inside the brackets. If you forget to add the second part, the entire post will be in bold letters, until you tell the machine to stop. When you post the text in the window, the software will change the code to <strong> </strong>. Pack the text into a sold block. At the start of every paragraph, place the cursor next to the first word. Hit backspace until it is next to the end of the preceding paragraph. You may have to hit the space bar, to make sure there is one space between the period, and the start of the next sentence. Add more code. Before you copy your text into the editing window, you need to add more code. First is  <p style=”text-align: justify;”>. This tells the machine to justify the text on both sides. This means the text will be a solid wall of letters on both sides. Next, you add <span style=”font-size: medium;”><span style=”color: #00a000 ;”>. This does two things. It tells the machine to publish in a medium sized font, and it tells the machine to publish in green. At the end of the text, you will end these two bits of code by adding </span></span> </p>. The order of the codes is important. At the start of the text, you have the justify code first, then the size and color code. At the end of the text, you end the size and color code first, then you end the justify code. Add the text to the WordPress editing window. Click to open up a new post, and add your title. The title will be in black letters. Highlight the text in your word document, copy, and paste into the editing window. It is important to use the HTML window to paste in the text. If you use the Visual window, then your text will be in little black letters, and the code will look like code, instead of telling the machine how you want your text to look. Proofread your text. Correct any spelling mistakes. Read over your text, and see if there is anything you want to phrase differently. Once you install the rainbow colors, it will be a lot of trouble to incorporate any changes to the text. These changes should be made now. Whenever possible, break up long blocks of text by inserting blank spaces. Save Draft. Go below the text window, to the bar that says Publish. There is a little triangle on the right side of this bar. If you do not see a button that says Save Draft, then click on the triangle. When you see the Save Draft Open a second window. At the top of the draft, you will see the words Post draft updated. Preview post. Right click on Preview post and choose Open Link in New Window.Place the second window next to the editing window. Full screen is a dirty word. Make the two windows as long as possible. Turn off anything entertainments that will affect your ability to concentrate. Click on the Visual tab, to see the so called WYSIWYG editor. Adjust the width of the editing window so that it is the EXACT same width as the preview window. Check it line by line to make sure you see the same word on the right side of the text in both windows. You will probably have to do some fine tuning as you go down the text. This is a tricky procedure, and if any techie knows an easier way to do it, please leave a comment. Sometimes the text is not going to come out evenly in both windows. If you are copying from another source, you will just have to deal with it later. If it is something you have written, or a bunch of short quotes you have compiled, you can use cut and paste to move a sentence or two into another place in the text. These changes sometimes work better if you use the HTML window. After you do this, hit the Save Draft button. Then, go to the preview window and hit F5. This will refresh the window, and allow you to see the text with the changes incorporated. Count the lines of text in the preview window. Do not include the last line, unless it is close to a complete line of text. What you want to do now is make a plan. The idea is to have the text come out evenly. Usually, you have to scramble a bit. Lets say you have 96 lines of text. This breaks down into four groups of 24 lines. This means you will have four lines of red, four lines of orange, four lines of yellow, four lines of green, four lines of blue, and four lines of purple. This is the rainbow we will use today. If you think there are seven, or more, colors to the rainbow, then you are on your own. On the other hand, lets say you have 99 lines of text. What you do is add an extra line for three of the colors. You want to make these changes in the middle of the post, so it will be less apparent to the reader. You will still have four sets of the rainbow colors. In your second group, you will add a fifth line to the red, yellow, and blue. This will give you 99 lines of text, and the beginning and end of the text will look normal. If the word fifth suggests that you get drunk, it is best to wait until you are through posting. Lets go through this with another number. Say you have 54 lines to the post. This is 24 and 30. You can make your first set four lines each, and make your second set five lines each. It is not rocket science, just dividing things into groups of six. This post has 108 lines.It is now time to add the colors. You will use the Visual window for this. Highlight the first four lines of the text. (For purposes of this tutorial, we will use a 96 line post.) Make sure you have two lines of tabs showing. If only one line of tabs is showing, click the tab on the far right (Show kitchen sink), and the second line of tabs will appear. Click on the triangle next to the Capital A. This is the Select text color tab. Click on a tab at the bottom which says More colors. There will be field at the bottom of this window, Color: Enter the appropriate color code in this field. The code for red is #c00000. (That is always zero, and not the letter o.) Click on the Apply button. Follow the same procedure for the other five colors. Here are the color codes you will use. Red is #c00000. Orange is #ff6600. Yellow is #ffb000. Green is #00a000. Blue is #0000a0. Purple is #a000a0. The text is already green, so when is time for that environmentally friendly color, you will skip over four lines, and go to blue. After you finish the first set of 24 lines, hit the Save Draft button. Then, go to the preview window and hit F5. This will refresh the window, and allow you to see the text with the changes incorporated. Check the colors carefully. If everything lines up the way it should, great. If there are mistakes, go back and change them. This can be frustrating, but is essential to getting the rainbow look right. Lets say the first two words in the green section are yellow. Go to the Visual window. Highlight the non conforming words. Click on the tab with a Capital A. This is the Select text color tab. Click on a tab at the bottom which says More colors. There will be field at the bottom of this window, Color: Enter the appropriate color code in this field. The code for green is #00a000. Click on the Apply button. Move onto the next set of 24 lines. Insert the colors in the same way you did for the first set. When you are through, hit the Save Draft button, and refresh the preview window. Check the text to make sure it is perfect. If their are mistakes, correct them. When you are through with the fourth set, add the pictures. Use the HTML window. Place the cursor on top of the text, click, add half the pictures, place your cursor at the bottom of the text, click, and add the second half of your images. hit the Save Draft button, and refresh the preview window. Check your work one last time. When you are happy with the product, click on the Publish tab. Tell your friends on Facebook about the post, and celebrate in a manner that you deem appropriate. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. This post is available, in a monochrome format, as Rainbow Fonts.

A week ago, a story *came out*. The title was A Teen’s Brave Response to “I’m Christian, Unless You’re Gay”. It told the story of a Christian, homophobic mom, who decided that she loves her queer son after all. It was passed around, tweeted and retweeted, liked thousands of times, and got 3700 comments at the seminal blog. Friday, The Daily Beast took a look at the man behind the curtain. TDB suspects that this inspiring story is a hoax.
“My first instinct: bullshit. The whole thing just read too clean, too easy. Are we really to believe that a woman with deeply-held ultra-conservative Christian beliefs (she wanted the gays shipped off to their own private island!) found out her son was gay, read a single blog post by a tolerant author, and voila? It took her less time to see the light than it would’ve to watch a couple reruns of “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.”
Plus, the writing is rejected-Hollywood-script cheesy—“a change is starting to happen around here and it’s because one teenage boy finally had the courage to stand against what he felt was wrong.” And OPM often comes across more as a caricature of a religious conservative than as a real one. “I got madder and madder as I read it as I felt like it was a direct attack against our beliefs and our Christian religion and that it was promoting homosexuality, a practice that around here is a huge ‘sin,’” she wrote, before explaining that she gave her son “an earful about homosexuality and G-d.”
Dan Pearce, aka Single Dad Laughing, published Teen’s Brave Response. Daily Beast writer Jesse Singal contacted him. “I called Pearce and asked him to put me in touch with OPM and her son (on the blog, the son is represented by a stock photo of a blue-eyed, shaggy-haired teen). Pearce told me that would be impossible: The note was sent anonymously to his blog’s contact page, and he said his contact-form software doesn’t capture IP addresses.”
Mr. Singal thinks it doesn’t matter if the story is technically factual. “In the course of reporting last week on the many conflicting stories swirling around the Trayvon Martin shooting, , I received an email from Princeton psychologist Danny Oppenheimer, who wrote, “When it comes to deciding what we believe is true, whether or not it’s actually true isn’t nearly as important as whether we want to believe it.”
The original title of the piece linked in the quote above was “How Psychology Explains the Slander of Trayvon Martin”. How we frame a story is often more important than those pesky facts. Many people think that Trayvon Martin looked like an adorable 14 year old when he was shot. Does the “stock photo of a blue-eyed, shaggy-haired teen” look like the actual kid in the story? What if that kid had thick glasses, messy hair, and a look on his face that “projects negativity”? Would we have the same warm fuzzy feelings for him, in his brave stand against homophobe for Jesus mommy?
We get a story that makes us feel good, we want to believe it, and we do. What happens the next time someone comes peddling a feel good story? Do we believe it? And when do people learn how to think, and not believe everything they read on the internet? From the look of things, not anytime soon. The boy who cried wolf wails on.
Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. The Cartoon is from Jesus and Mo