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Some people think that you become an adult upon turning eighteen years old, or at least 21 when you can legally drink. Others say it’s when you get your driver’s license. Now, I don’t want to argue semantics, but I firmly believe that the milestone of adulthood, for me, was my first time.

My first time putting my phone out of commission the night before the first day of college and having to independently deal with the consequences of my stupidity, I mean. In the absence of my phone, I deployed such resourceful thinking—of which no one, especially not I, would’ve believed me capable—that I felt an overwhelming urge after-the-fact to sit down and pen a pretentious college application essay. (Naturally, I didn’t, but you have to admit it would’ve been the logical progression.)

School started on the 24th of August. Thus, the 23rd was filled with kickoff events, such as “Gone to Business” for my major and “Gone to Texas” for all freshmen. “Gone to Business” was essentially a second informational orientation—it must not have been terribly effective, because my clearest memory is of the tacos—from 6-8 PM. “Gone to Texas” came right afterward, a celebration of incoming students.

Or at least, I assume. I wasn’t able to go.

“Nicole, are you coming?”

“I’m too tired,” I said through a mouthful of taco.

Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t have gone anyway, due to my odd penchant for peace and quiet over being pressed into sweaty, shouting strangers. But, given what I ended up doing instead of toasting a new year with the rest of my class, there’s irony in having been “too tired” to go out.

Upon sliding out of our booth, I felt a coolness spreading against my back. The bottom of my backpack was wet. I unzipped the front, pulled out an array of promotional flyers and prizes from the event, and found that a water bottle I’d received half an hour ago was leaking. My phone was also lying at the bottom. It was slightly wet, like I had just been out in the rain, but after I dried it off with my sleeve, it seemed to function perfectly.

The moment I walked into my dorm, my phone screen began to break up into flashing, multicolored bars. Immediately, I turned it off.

Like this, but not this bad.

Not even allowing myself a second to appreciate what a deep mess I’d gotten myself into this time, I resorted to the only one who has never let me down: Google. Short-circuiting iphone lcd water, I typed. Fix water damage iphone. Wet phone home remedies.

What was frustrating was that most of the solutions I found were ones for which I didn’t have the resources. I’d only recently moved in and didn’t have desiccants, or white rice, or plastic bags, or even a working hairdryer. I barely had a paperclip to substitute for a SIM card remover, and that method failed anyway because the opening was jammed from the last time I’d dropped my phone. The phone repair stores had long closed. Everyone was at Gone to Texas, and I couldn’t call anyone for obvious reasons.

And then I found the answer. “Oh my God,” I whispered, racing to my small food stash. “Beef jerky!”

I had six small packs of emergency beef jerky, each with one tiny pack of desiccants. They would have to do. I tore them open, poured the contents out onto my one plate, and ate the beef jerky. (Which, now that I think about it, wasn’t an imperative step; I think I was just really hungry.) I placed the desiccants and my phone into the plastic wrapping from my roommate’s plates and sealed the top with twine. But my makeshift “bag” immediately started to tear.

Ignoring the fact that I hadn’t yet familiarized myself with campus (and, incidentally, had zero sense of direction), I barged out of my dorm and onto the streets to buy rice. How did I know which stores sold rice? I checked each possible one.

After purchasing a box of Minute white rice from CVS, I opened the container and shoved my phone in, grains spilling everywhere as I walked.

No, Minute would not sponsor me.

“Stay with me,” I pleaded with my phone. It didn’t respond.

I was beginning to think no one had noticed a girl frantically running around with a hand stuck into a box of uncooked rice until a guy approached me, to my surprise. (If I had been in his position, I certainly wouldn’t have encouraged me.) “Is that rice?”

“Yeah,” I answered and considered just leaving it at that and not elaborating. But I tilted the box toward him. “My phone got wet.”

He laughed. “Oh, I thought it was dorm food.”

I quickly excused myself after that. There really isn’t an easy way to recover a conversation once you realize the other party thinks you’re capable of snacking on uncooked rice. In public.

Once I returned to my dorm, there wasn’t much left to do but wait. I set and tested several alarms on my laptop, looked up directions to the repair store (so I could bring in my phone the next morning—I ended up waiting there an hour for the store to open), and spent the rest of the night imagining that I would never have a phone again.

But everything turned out fine. I didn’t miss any important texts because I recovered my phone and because I never get any. I came away with content to use for all the “tell me one interesting fact about yourself” icebreakers I encountered the next few days. And it turns out, not relying on Google maps forced me to quickly figure out how to navigate campus.

Yes, everything ended well. I have to admit, though, they’re right when they say—I’m using an ambiguous “they” here because there’s a good chance I just made this up—the way you start the year defines the rest of it.

(At least, it has in the month since I last posted, anyway.)…..

By Thrombokinase


Federal Government scrapped Post UTME. The 2016/2017 academic session admission cut-off mark at 180 for University, Polytechnic, College of Education or IEI(Innovative Enterprise Institute).
The Federal Government on Thursday scrapped the conduct of post Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examinations, post UTME, for candidates seeking admission into higher institutions, adding that there was no need for other examination to be conducted by universities after the one conducted by JAMB.
The government and stakeholders in education sector also pegged 180 as benchmark for 2016 admission into universities, polytechnics and colleges of education to improve quality of education in Nigeria.
The Minister of Education, Mallam Adamu Adamu, gave the order at the National Universities Commission in Abuja, while declaring open the 2016 combined policy meeting on admissions to Universities, Polytechnics and other higher institutions in Nigeria.
Adamu said: “As far as I am concerned the nation has confidence in what JAMB is doing. The universities should not be holding another examination and if the universities have any complain against JAMB let them bring it and then we address it.
“If JAMB is qualified enough to conduct tests and they have conducted test then there will be no need to conduct another test for students to gain admission.”
The Minister, however, requested JAMB to stop extra charges on several categories of changes on admissions such as the change of course, change of school and others.


The First Comedown

This is a post in my 1997series. For background, readthe introduction. The name in the excerpt below has been changed.


Here’s a (badly written) passage, in which I describe going home — and coming down — from my first party:

Even though my eyes were tired, I examined the foreign section of Oakland out of my window as we exited the parking lot onto Hegenberger Road and passed a gas station and a Denny’s. Most of the East Bay was unfamiliar, as I spent my days in the suburbs south of San Francisco. I’d driven to this part of Oakland, but only to see rock concerts at the Oakland Coliseum or Arena across Interstate 880, or to scoop up visitors at the Oakland Airport further down Hegenberger Road.

All I could hear was an inexplicable hum — a faint noise akin to a layer of sound that lingers a minute or so after a bell is rung. Dan, somewhat more alert than I — and Ihoped so since he was driving — looked over at me from time to time but did not speak. I wondered if he knew I was trying to piece together and make sense of the night. The sun began to creep into the sky, past the high-rise condominiums and skyscrapers along the water of the Embarcadero, and even beyond the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. As light filtered into our car, Dan sped west across the top level of the Bay Bridge, through Treasure Island and toward San Francisco. The sparse traffic on the freeway at that hour on Sunday morning must have been different from the previous Friday afternoon’s traffic when carloads of families headed east to Yosemite, northeast to Lake Tahoe, or south to Los Angeles for Memorial Day weekend.

We drove off the bridge, passing exits to downtown and bright and flashy billboards for Coca-Cola and Yahoo! Large sports utility vehicles whizzed by, as well as shiny new upgrades of Volkswagen Bugs. Dan and I exchanged glances of disgust and chuckled, aware of the new presence of Dot Commers in the Bay Area, especially in Silicon Valley, further south where I lived.

My eyelids quivered again, and I closed them.


If you take away the music, the dancing, and the drugs, the constant in Ten Years in a Trance is technology. I tried to describe two very different ways I interacted with “technology” in the mid-to-late 1990s, within the rave and outside of it. I place “technology” in quotes because when I was 17, that’s the word I used to describe anything related to “Dot Coms,” or “the World Wide Web,” or those mysterious things my friends called “startups,” which I heard about more and more after I graduated from high school. Later, when I wrote these pages, I attempted to describe thephysical presence of techno, of the sound itself, inside abandoned warehouses. Again, it all came down to “technology,” from synthesizers to drum machines. Perhaps in both cases I didn’t have the vocabulary or the knowledge. Or maybe I was still processing how my life, and how the world, was changing.

But I don’t feel any more comfortable writing about technology now than I did then. If anything, it’s even harder, because today there’s a word for everything, and everyone has an opinion, and everything’s been written — or at least feels that way. What could I possibly add to the conversation, I think every time I sit down to write.

But there were (and are) many different rave scenes around the world. Mine was sandwiched between the years ofWicked, sunrise beach parties, and San Francisco house in the early 1990s and the flashy, concert-like Skills events thrown at the Civic Center and proper venues from the early 2000s and on.

Our warehouse parties were special in their own way.

I have felt an in-betweenness — the straddling of pre- and post-internet worlds — in this part of my life, too.


In these manuscript pages, I wrote about how people boasted about the new ways they were creating, consuming, and controlling technology. Or waiting in line at Starbucks and eavesdropping on men who wore badges around their necks, talking about video games and programming. At the time, I lived in Redwood Shores, where Oracle and Electronic Arts made their headquarters, and drove a stretch of highway 101 each day where I was fed new billboards about computer software.

At night, at warehouse parties, machines were indeed taking over, but in a very different way. Instead, they interacted with us. They communicated with us. They came alive, and with their beat, so did we.

Within the rave, I felt a symbiotic relationship with the machines that produced dance music, which was quite a different sensation from how “dot com culture” made me think and feel about technology. In my manuscript, I wasn’t really sure what I was saying, but five years later, in an essay I was invited to write at CyborgologyI attempted again:

Looking back, my experiences in the electronic dance subculture fifteen years ago were my first encounters with the augmented self. There was no distinction between the physical and the digital on the dance floor, and the future materialized through that world in ways that I struggled to understand.

Today, when my nephews play video games with the Kinect—a motion sensor device allowing them to interact with an Xbox with their bodies instead of a controller—I think back to the Bay Area warehouse rave scene in the years before the millennium, just before the movement peaked. Of how “technology” materialized in a sensory, eye-opening way. Ofhow the warehouse morphed into a massive machine, its insides rumbling and churning with sounds that were primal and raw. Of how we responded to techno through dancing, using our bodies to show what the sound lookedlike, but also how a machine seemed to be dancing with and leading us.

It was a world in which we truly played with technology—where the field was level, and where everyone, no matter who they were or where they were from, had access to it. I came back to this place each weekend, as if returning to a womb to be reborn as an upgraded being—to interact in a frictionless realm where we allowed machines to manipulate our bodies like yo-yos, and where we responded to their maternal calls.

It was a world in which we truly played with technology — where the field was level, and where everyone, no matter who they were or where they were from, had access to it. 

This. This line resonates today, and it reveals what I truly loved about our scene.


Today, I see a San Francisco that I loathe. A sterile and soulless city. Rich, connected, but empty. I see a tech industry I cannot identify with, and am reluctantly part of. Plugged in, having instant access to pretty much anything with the click of a button.

I follow the evolution of “EDM” and today’s dance festivals: People facing a stage. Consuming an audiovisual experience. Hiding away in VIP tents. Programmed and expected to hear a drop.

And then I dream of nights when everyone actually danced, together. Where the sound was faceless, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. Where everyone was the same in the dark. And where a single moment stretched for five hours — and you worked for your high.

This thread I began to weave, ten years ago, feels even more timely now.

Featured image was taken at 5Pointz in New York City

1 Minute of All-Out Exercise May Have Benefits of 45 Minutes of Moderate Exertion

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For many of us, the most pressing question about exercise is: How little can I get away with? The answer, according to a sophisticated new study of interval training, may be very, very little. In this new experiment, in fact, 60 seconds of strenuous exertion proved to be as successful at improving health and fitness as three-quarters of an hour of moderate exercise.
Let me repeat that finding: One minute of arduous exercise was comparable in its physiological effects to 45 minutes of gentler sweating.
I have been writing for some time about the potential benefits of high-intensity interval training, a type of workout that consists of an extremely draining but brief burst of exercise — essentially, a sprint — followed by light exercise such as jogging or resting, then another sprint, more rest, and so on.
Athletes rely on intervals to improve their speed and power, but generally as part of a broader, weekly training program that also includes prolonged, less-intense workouts, such as long runs.
But in the past few years, exercise scientists and many of the rest of us have become intrigued by the idea of exercising exclusively with intervals, ditching long workouts altogether.
The allure of this approach is obvious. Interval sessions can be short, making them a boon for anyone who feels that he or she never has enough time to exercise.
Previously, I have written about a number of different interval programs , involving anywhere from 10 minutes of exhausting intervals in a single session to seven minutes, six,
four and even fewer . Each program had scientific backing. But because of time and funding constraints, most studies of interval training have had limits, such as not including a control group, being of short duration or studying only health or fitness results, not both.
Consequently, fundamental questions have remained unanswered about just how well these very short, very intense workouts really stack up against traditional, endurance-style training.
So scientists at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, who had themselves conducted many of those earlier studies of interval training, decided recently to mount probably the most scientifically rigorous comparison to date of super-short and more-standard workouts.
They began by recruiting 25 out-of-shape young men and measuring their current aerobic fitness and, as a marker of general health, their body’s ability to use insulin properly to regulate blood sugar levels. The scientists also biopsied the men’s muscles to examine how well their muscles functioned at a cellular level.
Then the researchers randomly divided the men into three groups. (The scientists plan to study women in subsequent experiments.) One group was asked to change nothing about their current, virtually nonexistent exercise routines; they would be the controls.
A second group began a typical endurance-workout routine, consisting of riding at a moderate pace on a stationary bicycle at the lab for 45 minutes, with a two-minute warm-up and three-minute cool down.
The final group was assigned to interval training, using the most abbreviated workout yet to have shown benefits. Specifically, the volunteers warmed up for two minutes on stationary bicycles, then pedaled as hard as possible for 20 seconds; rode at a very slow pace for two minutes, sprinted all-out again for 20 seconds; recovered with slow riding for another two minutes; pedaled all-out for a final 20 seconds; then cooled down for three minutes. The entire workout lasted 10 minutes, with only one minute of that time being strenuous.
Both groups of exercising volunteers completed three sessions each week for 12 weeks, a period of time that is about twice as long as in most past studies of interval training.
By the end of the study, published in PLOS One , the endurance group had ridden for 27 hours, while the interval group had ridden for six hours, with only 36 minutes of that time being strenuous.
But when the scientists retested the men’s aerobic fitness, muscles and blood-sugar control now, they found that the exercisers showed virtually identical gains, whether they had completed the long endurance workouts or the short, grueling intervals. In both groups, endurance had increased by nearly 20 percent, insulin resistance likewise had improved significantly, and there were significant increases in the number and function of certain microscopic structures in the men’s muscles that are related to energy production and oxygen consumption.
There were no changes in health or fitness evident in the control group.
The upshot of these results is that three months of concerted endurance or interval exercise can notably — and almost identically — improve someone’s fitness and health.
Neither approach to exercise was, however, superior to the other, except that one was shorter — much, much shorter.
Is that reason enough for people who currently exercise moderately or not at all to begin interval training as their only workout?
“It depends on who you are and why you exercise,” said Martin Gibala, a professor of kinesiology at McMaster University who oversaw the new study.
“If you are an elite athlete, then obviously incorporating both endurance and interval training into an overall program maximizes performance. But if you are someone, like me, who just wants to boost health and fitness and you don’t have 45 minutes or an hour to work out, our data show that you can get big benefits from even a single minute of intense exercise.”
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What a shitty week to be an Asian American woman in Hollywood

It may feel like beating a dead horse, but I have some thoughts to share about the last seven days in Hollywood. It all started with the debut of the Doctor Strange trailer and our first look at Tilda Swinton’s Ancient One. That was quickly followed up with Paramount offering a sneak peek at Scarlett Johansson’s Major Motoko Kusanagi. (Even today, Lionsgate unveiled Elizabeth Banks asPower Ranger villain Rita Repulsa). Late last week, I posted the above photo on twitter as a joke about a Joy Luck Club remake.

BREAKING: Here’s an exclusive first look at the cast for the “Joy Luck Club” remake.

The Nerds of Color (@TheNerdsofColor) April 21,  2016

The fact that so many people assumed this was real is both hilarious and depressing. Considering Hollywood’s track record, though, I wouldn’t be surprised if such a casting decision actually happened. And that’s where we are. Today. In 2016.

Screenwriter Max Landis tried towhitesplain whitewashing on YouTube, and was appropriately dragged by #OscarsSoWhite creatorApril Reign in a series of tweets that I like to dub “Screenwriter Refuted.”

Watching Max trying to debate @ReignOfApril about#whitewashing in Hollywood got me like Hercules Mulligan.

The Nerds of Color (@TheNerdsofColor) April 19, 2016

Landis’ point is that critics were misplacing their anger at ScarJo and were ignorant about the inner workings of Hollywood. Basically, it was a return to the tired, old argument that green is the only color Hollywood sees, and if we wanted to do away with whitewashing, then we need to create more movie stars who are also people of color. Because right now, there apparently are no movie stars of color who can guarantee financial success.


That notion was bullshit when Aaron Sorkin and Ridley Scott claimed it, and it’s bullshit now. Stars like The Rock, Will Smith, Keanu Reeves, and Vin Diesel have generated billions at the box office. Hell, even no-names like John Cho and Kal Penn were able to triple the $40 million production budget of all three Harold and Kumarfilms in box office and home media sales. Lucy Liu’s combined films have garnered nearly $1 billion in box office.

That’s beside the point. When people like Landis and Sorkin claim that there no reliable Asian movie stars who can open a movie, they don’t realize they are fulfilling their own prophecies when they create projects that don’t star Asian actors (or any people of color, really). Meanwhile, white actors get to frontline blockbuster movies time and again without having to prove any box office clout. Who was Chris Hemsworth before (or after)Thor? Who is Garret Hedlund? Who is Charlie Hunnam? Why are they always in movies?

Seriously. Which dude was in Pacific Rim and which one was in Tron Uprising?

If you keep giving movie roles to white people, even when those movies fail, then how do you justify the absurd notion that people of color in lead roles are a risky financial gamble? How is it possible that the Fast and Furious franchise has grossed $4 billion worldwide with nary any white people in the cast?

It’s because people in Hollywood will ignore the proof in front of them. The industry is racist and will do whatever it takes to prop up whiteness even when no one wants it. I appreciate that people are saying we should boycott Strange and Ghost when they come out, but I doubt that will make a difference. Tell me, when was the last time a whitewashed film was a box office success anyway? Exactly.

Instead, we need to keep calling out the industry for being complicit. We also need to give credit where due and celebrate the successes of folks like Ava DuVernay, Justin Lin, Ryan Coogler, and others who are actually trying to change the industry from within.

Meanwhile, we’ll be over here keeping a tally of every time Hollywood fucks up. If you need the receipts, follow this thread on twitter. They’re all there.

“Anime characters look white.” If you say so. But having characters who look Asian never stopped Hwood from casting white actors in the past

The Nerds of Color (@TheNerdsofColor) 

People in Sana, the capital city of Yemen, last month protesting the recent saudiled airstrikes.



APRIL 7, 2016

CAIRO — A Saudi Arabia-led military coalition used bombs supplied by the United States in an attack on a market inYemen last month that killed at least 97 civilians, including 25 children, Human Rights Watch said in a report released Wednesday.

The group said it had found fragments of two American-made bombs at the market, in the northern district of Mastaba, linking the United States for the first time to theMarch 15 airstrikes, which were believed to be the deadliest coalition bombings during Yemen’s yearlong civil war. The high death toll, along with images of children killed in the blasts, ignited international outrage and prompted calls for an investigation.

The Saudi-led coalition has been criticized for carrying out indiscriminate airstrikes that have hit markets, hospitals and homes as it has waged war against the Houthis, a rebel group from Yemen’s north that seized power from the government last year.

Coalition airstrikes have caused most of the civilian deaths in the conflict, according to the United Nations, and have led to mounting calls in Europe for an arms embargo on Saudi Arabia. An airstrike on another market, in February near Sana, the capital, led the United Nations secretary general, Ban Ki-moon, tocall for an inquiry.

The debate in the United States over the airstrikes has been much more muted, in part because the Obama administration has provided few details about its precise role in the air campaign. American officials have said they provide assistance to the coalition, including intelligence from reconnaissance drones, airborne fuel tankers and advanced munitions.

The assistance is coordinated by a 45-person American military planning group with personnel in Saudi Arabia, Bahrain and the United Arab Emirates, according to American officials.

In Houthi-controlled northern Yemen, where the airstrikes have been concentrated, the Obama administration’s participation in the war has fueled growing anger at the United States, residents said. In its report, Human Rights Watch said the United States might be jointly responsible for war crimes violations if it had participated “in specific military operations, such as providing advice on targeting decisions and aerial refueling during bombing raids.”

“The U.S. is obligated to investigate allegedly unlawful attacks in which it took part,” the group said.

In response to questions about the Human Rights Watch report, Col. Patrick Ryder, a spokesman for the United States Central Command, or Centcom, wrote in an email that the “decisions on the conduct of operations to include selection and final vetting of targets in the campaign are made by the members of the Saudi-led coalition, not the United States.”

“The U.S. is confident that the information that we relay and noncombat support we provide to Saudi Arabia and other coalition members is sound and provides them the best options for military success consistent with international norms and specifically mitigating the potential for civilian casualties,” he added.

“We have consistently reinforced to coalition members the imperative of target analysis and precise application of weapons in order to identify and avoid structures and areas that, if struck, could result in civilian casualties.”

Human Rights Watch said its researchers had found fragments of what it said was a 2,000-pound American bomb called the MK-84 during a visit to the market on March 28.

The group reviewed photographs and footage showing fragments from a second bomb, found by journalists from ITV, the British television network, and determined that it was also an MK-84. The size of the ordnance was determined in part by reviewing photographs of bomb craters, the group said.

Establishing the precise size of an air-delivered bomb is hard to do by crater analysis, and it was impossible to independently verify the organization’s claims. But if confirmed, the use of 2,000-pound bombs would reflect a decision by the Saudi-led coalition that carried substantial risks for civilians.

The 2,000-pound general-purpose bomb, of the American standard Mark 80 series, is the largest of its class. American warplanes typically carry smaller bombs, often in the 500-pound class, in part to reduce property damage and dangers to noncombatants.

A spokesman for the Saudi coalition did not immediately return calls seeking comment on the report. The spokesman, Brig. Gen. Ahmed al-Assiri, previously told Reuters that the coalition struck the market after acting on information provided by anti-Houthi forces loyal to Yemen’s exiled government.

Witnesses told Human Rights Watch that the bombs fell about noon, five minutes apart. One landed near a tomato seller and the other near the entrance to the market.

A witness told the group that he saw the bodies of 10 Houthi fighters among the dead and that some Houthis frequented a restaurant about 200 feet from the spot where one of the bombs fell.

Mohamed Bikili, who had gone to the market that day to buy food, was among the victims, according to his father, Mansoor Ali Bikili. The father said he headed toward the market after hearing the first airstrike, and when he arrived, after the second bombing, “the dust in the market had turned black.”

Mohamed Bikili, 18, was nowhere to be found. Over the next few days, Mr. Bikili recovered parts of what he believed to be his son’s body, strewed across the market, he said.

Kareem Fahim reported from Cairo, and C. J. Chivers from the United States. Mark Mazzetti contributed reporting from Washington, and Shuaib Almosawa from Sana, Yemen.


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