I’m the dumb one. I’m the one who types “their” instead of “there”, “to” instead of “too”.
Annie is the smart one. She catches my elementary mistakes and secretly wonders how it is I can write an entire book and not have complete command of the English language. I wonder right along with her.
She hasn’t proofread the entire manuscript, but what she has she expertly edited for grammar, and more importantly to see if there was anywhere that I could possibly embarrass and/or shame her.
Her read (correction: I meant “Red”. There I go again.) pen is compassionate. She read:
Students might not care about the janitor and how big of a mess they leave for him in their dorm’s corridors, but they care about where and…
James Buck is a journalism student at UC Berkely. When he was in Egypt, he and his translator were jailed. Buck text messaged his way out of prison, but his translator is still there.
I’ve never tried to report on political unrest or war, but I have had to enlist the help of many kind-hearted translators over the last few years. Most of them are college students who I meet by going to the local university and trying to sucker someone into helping me. I would feel awful if I got them in trouble.
Buck feels awful. He writes about his ongoing, guilt-ridden nightmare here.
Mohammed Maree (pronouned mar-EYE) is a student of veterinary medicine. He’s a kind man with a quiet, gentle voice who held my…
Remember high school YOU? The one that went to a Spanish Club meeting once, but once was enough to put it on your list of activities on your college application?
You thought you were so cool. But you weren’t.
Today, my mom was cleaning out some files on her computer and found my list of activities during my four years of high school. I was a Who’s Who (lame give-us-money-to-be-in-our-book scam if there ever was one), alter boy, Quizz bowl, basketball player.
Hell, I was an angel.
Meet High school me! (the formatting is a little screwed up, apparently I didn’t know how to make columns on word)
The jacket in question is NorthFace’s uber-popular Denali jacket. I own one. Here’s me modeling next to my friend Sange in Nepal…
The NLC is calling for a 50% wage increase that would allow “The workers and their families (to climb) out of misery and at least into poverty.” Companies in Central America and Mexico are already having trouble competing with their Asian counterparts. It would be great if they could increase the worker’s wage and still compete, but it’s not likely. I’m guessing the end of the industry in…
Benjamin Powell, Assistant Professor of Economics at Suffolk University, is coming to the defense of sweatshops. In this article he makes several arguments:
– we need to look at jobs in the garment industry in the context of their countries’ economies
– Fighting for workers’ rights alone will lead to the unemployment of workers
– Workers’ rights can only improve if worker efficiency and productivity improves
Here’s an excerpt:
Should Kathy Lee have cried? Her Honduran workers earned 31 cents per day. At 10 hours per day, which is not uncommon in a sweatshop, a worker would earn $3.10. Yet nearly a quarter of Hondurans earn less than $1 per day and nearly half earn less than $2 per day.
Wendy Diaz’s message should have been, “Don’t cry for me, Kathy Lee. Cry…