“Gómez-Márquez happens to have the backing of MIT, yet he is joined by a large and often-unrecognized population of DIYers who are practicing low-cost innovation. Historically, the public has looked to research and development labs at multinational corporations, universities and government labs — and has grown accustomed to expensive, complicated devices used more often in elite hospitals than jungles or slums. Not surprisingly, those who make DIY medical devices encounter doubt and even derision constantly. Such attitudes are a problem, because the DIY tools dreamed up by backyard inventors, part-time tinkerers and academics like Gómez-Márquez could improve — and even save — thousands of lives everywhere, not only in America’s inner cities and rural heartland but in blighted neighborhoods everywhere. To make that promise real, we need to toss out our false assumptions about how, and where, new ideas come from — and recognize that innovation is everywhere. If you want to see his temperature spike, just ask Gómez-Márquez whether the objects he’s gathered in his lab — colorful doodads that admittedly look like children’s toys — can make a difference in the lives of patients. Not only is the answer yes, but he insists that there is virtually no alternative, as the traditional medical system is designed to chase profit, not simplicity and affordability. Consider the nebulizer, a device used to transform a liquid into a mist so that patients suffering from asthma or similar maladies can inhale vital medicines. Commercial systems can cost hundreds of dollars. But Gómez-Márquez has designed a little device that uses standard tubing, a $7-to-$10 filter and a bicycle pump for power. It does the job as well as high-end alternatives — so well that those familiar with the gadgetry now question if the American health system might take a closer look at little devices.”
From the heartland of America, he’s sung for the people who are the heart of America. Through his music, he has proved again and again the redeeming power of struggle and faith. And he has made country music not just music for our country but for the entire world. Johnny Cash, you have our applause, our admiration, and we have your records.– Bill Clinton
Irishman abroad visits the Woody Guthrie Center and tastes the city’s best burger while prepping for a sold-out show
When Hozier was growing up on the east coast of Ireland, he saw the United States through the eyes of his heroes: bluesmen like Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf and John Lee Hooker. “As I listened more and more to the music that moved me, I gained more fascination with America,” he says. “I was definitely drawn to the mythology of one man, one voice and one guitar.
The 24-year-old has since scored an unlikely pop hit with gothic single "Take Me to Church,” made fans of Adele and Taylor Swift and performed at that most American of institutions – the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. That means he’s now traveling the country not as a lonesome singer-songwriter but a genuine, if uneasy, teen idol.
We caught up with Hozier while he explored Tulsa before playing a show at the downtown Brady Theater. This included a stop at the Woody Guthrie Center, lunch at Harden’s Hamburgers and photos outside an unusual roadside attraction. “I didn’t know what to expect of real America,” he tells Rolling Stone. “What shocked me was the diversity of it and how different every city is. But also just how polite and usually good-willed and optimistic most Americans are.”
Of course, the same could be said of Hozier, who met with fans both before and after the show and signed a girl’s shoe when he walked into the restaurant. This sort of adoration still comes as a shock. “I’m not quite used to being seen through the eyes of fans yet,” he admits. “Being met with squeals and screams, I haven’t gotten used to that.”
I was in a chat room of fic writers tonight to include sawyerday, mittensmorgul, ltleflrt and a ton of other people I forgot. We watched this, and discussed it with Destiel goggles. Here’s the resulting fic!
My Beer is My Microphone by Winjennster
Just a typical Friday night in small town America.
“Nope. No good.”
Just a Friday night in a small town in America’s heartland.
“Could you be anymore cliche?”
Just a Friday night when I’m stuck being a miserable Gas ‘n’ Sip clerk in a backwoods town with one stoplight and more cows than humans.
“Well at least that’s accurate,” Cas Novak mumbled, yanking the sheet of paper out of his notebook and throwing it in the bin.