There is also much truth in the cliches that ‘behind every man there is a woman’, and that 'women are the power behind [read: voltage in] the throne’. (Male) Culture was built on the love of women, and at their expense. Women provided the substance of those male masterpieces; and for millennia they have done the work, and suffered the costs, of one-way emotional relationships the benefits of which went to men and to the work of men. So if women are a parasitical class living off, and at the margins of, the male economy, the reverse is too is true: (male) culture is parasitical, feeding on the emotional strength of women without reciprocity.
Shulamith Firestone, The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution.
I rode Smarty to the north foundation the other day to visit Firestone lake. It’s one of my favorite spots yet I rarely head out there since I have to cross Youngs road AND Furr road to get there from Tamarack. Neither are truly busy but I never want to push my luck… But this view is worth the ride!!
1978 Honda CB400F - Built by a small garage out of Australia by the name Salty Speed Co.
I have to say I’m over the Firestones, they perform horribly and are expensive. Remove the tires, get an original airbox on her and she’s perfect. Aesthetically I love the look; especially the gray/brown combination. Every bike looks better with a brown, we’ll stitched, leather covered seat pan; prove me wrong.
Australia’s Song of the Year Winner Conrad Sewell on His New EP, Working with Kygo and Dreaming Big
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The Sewell family ended 2015 in dramatic fashion, with 27-year-old pop singer Conrad Sewell (@conradofficial) and his sister, Grace, both up for Song of the Year at the ARIAs, Australia’s equivalent of the Grammys. Conrad ultimately won the top prize, for his Gospel-tinged piano ballad “Start Again.” As big brothers are wont to do, he made sure to tease Grace about it when they were both home for Christmas.
“That was pretty crazy,” says Conrad, about the siblings’ nominations. “I didn’t think I was going to win so I didn’t have anything planned out.”
Conrad may have just released his first EP, All I Know, but he’s far from green. Prior to his solo career, he got signed to a deal in Sweden, and began recording with the rock band Sons of Midnight. But the arrangement didn’t last long.
“It was kind of weird,” says Conrad. “I always had my eye set on America and English-speaking countries. This wasn’t necessarily where I thought my career was going to go, but it opened a lot of doors. It taught me songwriting. It was kind of a boot camp — we were doing tours, festivals. It threw me into the deep end.”
Conrad soon changed gears and moved to Los Angeles, where he transitioned into solo work. That eventually led him to “Firestone,” a catchy, tropical house track that he recorded with Kygo. The tune went on to become an international smash, amassing hundreds of millions of streaming views.
“I pretty much just wrote the song for my album then somebody told me about Kygo — he liked my voice and the next thing you know it became a single,” says Conrad. “When it had a million streams in a day, I was just like, ‘Wow.’ Pretty much instantaneously it connected. It all happened so quickly.”
Luckily, Conrad has been preparing for this moment since he was a kid. At the age of six, he was already singing Michael Jackson songs in front of the mirror — glove and all.
“I was always obsessed with singing,” he says. “I loved the feeling. I wanted to do everything to make that happen.”
Now Conrad will be able to give America a taste of what he’s about with his new EP, which includes the aforementioned “Firestone” and “Start Again,” along with the dance synth-heavy tune “Shadow.”
“I am just looking forward to putting out music and getting a buzz going.”
On the night and early morning of August 8th and 9th 1942, the life of nineteen-year-old Signalman 3rd Class Elgin Staples of Akron, Ohio was saved by someone over 8,000 miles away. Serving aboard the cruiser USS Astoria (CA-34) in support of the landings on Guadalcanal, Staples and his crewmates suddenly found themselves illuminated by spotlight and under attack by a force of Japanese cruisers north of Savo Island. At approximately 0200 hours, the Astoria’s number one eight-inch turretwas hit and exploded, sweeping Signalman Staples into the air and overboard.
Signalman Staples, dazed and wounded in his legs by shrapnel, kept afloat thanks to an inflatable rubber life-belt he had donned shortly before the explosion.
At approximately 0600 hours, Staples along with other survivors were rescued by the destroyer USS Bagley (DD-386) and returned to assist the Astoria, which was heavily damaged, but attempting to beach itself in the shallow waters off Guadalcanal. These efforts failed, as Astoria took on a dangerous list before finally sinking at approximately 1200 hours, putting Staples back into the water, still wearing the same life-belt.
Rescued a second time by the transport USS President Jackson (AP-37), Signalman Staples was first evacuated to Noumea in New Caledonia before being given leave to return home. It was while on board the President Jackson that Staples first examined the life-belt which had saved him closely and was surprised to find that it had been manufactured in his hometown of Akron, Ohio by the Firestone Tire and Rubber Company. He also noticed an unusual set of numbers stamped on the belt.
Returning home to Akron, Signalman Staples thought to bring along the life-belt that had saved him to show his family.
After a quietly emotional welcome, I sat with my mother in our kitchen, telling her about my recent ordeal and hearing what had happened at home since I had gone away. My mother informed me that “to do her part,” she had gotten a wartime job at the Firestone plant. Surprised, I jumped up and grabbing my life belt from my duffel bag, put it on the table in front of her.
“Take a look at that, Mom,” I said, “It was made right here in Akron, at your plant.”
She leaned forward and taking the rubber belt in her hands, she read the label. She had just heard the story and knew that in the darkness of that terrible night, it was this one piece of rubber that had saved my life. When she looked up at me, her mouth and her eyes were open wide with surprise. “Son, I’m an inspector at Firestone. This is my inspector number,” she said, her voice hardly above a whisper.
Happy Mother’s Day from The National WWII Museum!
Posted by Collin Makamson, Red Ball Express Coordinator at The National WWII Museum.