Here are a few posts from last week's Greenpage that might be worth your time...
www.dailydot.com: For every group that seeks to boycott a book for bigoted reasons, there's another group happy to step in and encourage others to freely read.
Last week, the Daily Dot reported that some incoming freshmen at Duke University are refusing to read Alison Bechdel’s graphic memoir Fun Home, citing their moral opposition to the book’s frank depiction of lesbian sexuality.
Stage Directions: For many pro wireless users, the past five years have been a nightmarish roller coaster of uncertainty. It all began with the Federal Communications Commission’s 2008 auction of the 700 MHz band (698 to 806 MHz) from the reallocation of TV channels 52 to 69 and the “white spaces” issue, where available space between frequency bands was made illegal for pro wireless applications after June 12, 2010.
Women and Hollywood: It's not news that the animation industry has always been a boys club, but that doesn't make BuzzFeed's recent longform exposé on the historical, institutional and ongoing sexism within the field any less powerful. Ariane Lange's piece is full of revealing tidbits, like the fact that wearing a pantsuit to the office was a fireable offense for women at Disney until 1958. But the most compelling elements of the article come from the many women -- both retired and still working -- who share their often horrific experiences about what it's like to be a woman in animation.jezebel.com: A Hollywood diversity report just released by USC’s Annenberg School of Media and Journalism notes that, among other things, Latinas and Black women are most likely to star in Hollywood films only when they are dressed in “sexy attire.”
The Creativity Post: For much of my life, I thought that being “musical” was a matter of operating by intuition and instinct.
Playing louder or softer because it felt right. Taking more or less time because it seemed to make sense.
That served me pretty well for a while, until one day I had to learn an unfamiliar piece of music for which there existed no recording, and I struggled.
For once, it seemed that simply feeling the music and going with whatever naturally came out wouldn’t get me to where I wanted to go.
I wondered…had I reached the limits of my musical intuition?