Billie Holiday’s Last Home Sells for a Cool Discount
The New York apartment building which contained Billie Holiday’s last home sold for a lusty discount, but I’d wager she would have been pretty content with the final dollar result. The asking price for this West 87th Street brownstone, where Billie Holiday spent her last years, was nearly $13 million, and sold for a still-tidy sum of $9.475 million. Perhaps the seller is disappointed, but as Lady Day often observed, “those that got will get.”
El mundo se rige sobre los números, y al que ensució la matemática, yo le vengo a enseñar.
No me venga a querer convencer de que las líneas paralelas son tristes, que mejor regalo que caminar juntos hacia el infinito sabiendo que lo haremos hasta el final? No tan cerca, no tan lejos, juntos a la par.
Que las asíntotas son historias sin cruces jamás? Pero hombre, sepa que estas líneas pueden atravezarse y luego la función se le va a pegar. Es que no entiende que luego de un cruce se estarán buscando infinitamente?
Usted me habla de los límites? Y qué mejor definición para un amor que no poder despegarse de un determinado rango nunca más. Intente alejarse de su amor y verá que le será imposible. Delimitar.
Y sí no lo convencí busque la manera de hacerlo, porque cuando no le salgan las malditas integrales rote los ejes hasta poder derivar, esto se trata así, con lo que tienes enfrenta al mundo que ya está aquí, esperando por tu reacción.
Porque los vectores opuestos se pueden anular, y si usted está afectado por una fuerza que no lo deja continuar, levántese tan fuerte como sea necesario para seguir adelante.
“Insista, persista y nunca desista” mi querido amigo.
It’s rare to think of our jazz icons as middle class, suburban, family men. But I think that was part of the John Coltrane’s allure at his zenith. A man whose expressions knew no bounds, articulating his everyday struggles with life.
I know that for four buddies and me, who grew up near the Long Island, suburban neighborhood where Coltrane raised his family before his untimely death, we drove around endlessly looking for the modest home that might draw a connection between our staid lives and the feelings we had about his music. I’m not sure what we thought we were looking for, we had no street name or number, and as it turned out, we were even driving around the wrong neighborhood. Ah well, it still made us feel closer to his inspiration.
Lawyer and social activist Florynce Kennedy devoted her life to challenging oppression, particularly in regards to feminist causes and the fight against racism. Her journey began in Kansas City, where she attended her first protest and organized a boycott when the local Coca-Cola bottler refused to hire Black truck drivers.
She moved to New York City in 1942, and two years after her arrival, she began to take pre-law courses at Columbia University. Upon graduating, she applied to the university’s law school and was denied admission.
“The Associate Dean Willis Reese, told me I had been rejected not
because I was a Black but because I was a woman,” she wrote in her autobiography. “So I wrote him a letter
saying that whatever the reason was, it felt the same to me.”
Kennedy threatened to sue the school and was admitted, graduating with a law degree in 1951 and opening her own office three years later. She eventually secured a high-profile case representing the estates of jazz artists Billie Holiday and Charlie Parker in their attempt to recover withheld royalties and sales.
Though she won the cases, the experience left her disenchanted with the legal system, causing her to redirect her energy toward political activism. She established the Media Workshop in 1966 to combat racism in journalism and advertising. In one instance, Kennedy and her fellow protesters were invited upstairs after picketing in front of a company, leading her to quip that “when you want to get to the suites, start in the streets".