This is the best thing ever. Yay, Philly!
“A battle between Philadelphia and it its local Boy Scouts council is likely to end this month, when the scouts’ lease on their 80-year home at 22nd and Winter Streets runs out May 31.
The building, built and maintained by the scouts over the last 80 years, sits on city property and has previously cost them $1 per year to occupy.
However, if the Philadelphia Boy Scouts council, called Cradle of Liberty, hopes to retain the building, it must agree to pay market rate rent – about $200,000, according to city officials.
At issue is a Boy Scouts’ national policy toward homosexual men, who are barred from serving in leadership positions in the organization…“
It was lost on me until just yesterday that I’ll be recovering from my second mastectomy during breast cancer awareness month.
I have mixed feelings on the month, most of which are summed up in Barbara Ehrenreich’s brilliant essay, Welcome to Cancerland: A Mammogram Leads to a Cult of Pink Kitsch. I’ll be thinking about this throughout the month and certainly posting about it more, as it’s my first BC awareness month after my own first cancerversary.
I will say this, though I don’t think sending in your crusty yogurt lid, or buying a pink blender can be classified as part of a movement and is just another sad commodification of a serious, and life-altering situation.
Sending a check to an organization of your choice, volunteering, or offering assistance to a person who needs your help or a pick-me-up in the form of a card, flowers, a cup of tea and some company is far better in my opinion then buying a pink spatula and feeling like you did your part.
I will be walking (my plastic surgeon gives an emphatic, “No!” to the idea of running. I haven’t been running for at least 2 months. It is making me crazy.) in the National Race for the Cure this Saturday. I meet up with my team at 6:50 in the morning. Ugh! But I’m sure it will be worth it. If you’d still like to donate, you’ve got time.
At 15 Rob Dyer had the idea that he’d skate across Canada and the US to raise money for cancer research at Princess Margaret Hospital, in Toronto, Canada. It was dismissed as crazy.
Now at the age of 23 he’s already skated across the US, is skating across Canada this year, and is planning to skate across Australia in 2008. Skate4Cancer has morphed into it’s own organization. Rob and others speak at schools, organize concerts to raise money, and have launched a a line of logo t-shirts to keep the funds coming in so they can keep moving. In February of this year they launched the Cure is Knowledge campaign to push the Canadian Government for better prevention through complete blood tests, check-ups, and education in schools.
Over the course of a few years Rob lost two grandparents, and in 2000, his mother to cancer. It’s easier to sit back and do nothing when we’re affected by what is often unexplainable disease and devastating loss. It’s certainly easier than taking a deliberate, expansive, and creative approach to making things better, in this case, mile by mile.