From Kerala to Harvard and Stanford, from getting an award from Bill Clinton to helping Malcolm Gladwell write a bestseller, Dr Nalini Ambady has been a pioneering hero. Today, her life hangs in the balance due to a leukaemia that holds her hostage to her genes. Her dramatic immigrant tale and the desperate fight to save her have captured the imagination of people across the world, but the question remains: What would it take for you to try to save her?
interesting article about potential bone marrow donors and attrition, mostly among indians
Holly:Sure. Sure. He's okay. Aren't you, Cat? Poor old Cat. Poor slob. Poor slob without a name. I don't have the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is, but I know what it's like. It's like Tiffany's.
Paul:Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store?
Holly:That's right. I'm crazy about Tiffany's. Listen. You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul:The "mean reds?" You mean, like the blues?
Holly:No. The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Don't you ever get that feeling?
Paul:Sure. Some people call it angst.
Holly:When I get it, what does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness, the proud look. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then... then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name...I'm sorry. You wanted something. Oh, the telephone.
Those amazing photos are the result of a meeting between Pope Francis and a man whose face has been badly disfigured by boils, as part of the Pope’s General Audience in St. Paul’s Square. Hat-tip to Justin Green. See more photos like this here.
this guy probably has neurofibromatosis. but anyway, this picture set is heart warming.
Probably if I had watched the commercials first, I would never have undertaken this whole stupid experiment. Axe commercials? Awful. They are the media equivalent of the fragrance itself. I mean, naked ladies covered in tiny congruent triangles assault bemused middle managers. These are commercials that could have been made…
If David Tran were a more conventional CEO, he would be a fixture at conferences, a darling of magazine profiles, and a subject of case studies in the Harvard Business Review. Sriracha hot sauce, made by Huy Fong Foods, which Tran founded 33 years ago in Los Angeles, is one of the coolest brands in…
rough day in sports- tigers loss, northwestern loss, red wings loss. but michigan won. and i went to the red sox tampa playoff game and they won too (i don’t care about the red sox).
oh well. win or lose, my bed still beckons.
“Sex and the City,” once one of HBO’s flagship shows, was pigeonholed as a sitcom. In fact, it was a bold riff on the romantic comedy: the show wrestled with the limits of that pink-tinted genre for almost its entire run. In the end, it gave in. Yet until that last-minute stumble it was sharp, iconoclastic television. It was a brilliant and, in certain ways, radical show.