Silicon Valley Shooting: A shooter reportedly attacked the headquarters of YouTube, in San Bruno, California. Here’s what we know. The initial reports of the shooting came from employees who described the events on Twitter in real time—while observers followed an all-too-familiar sequence of shock at the news, hope for a false alarm, and dread of the final outcome.
In Washington, D.C.: Documents and sources from within the Environmental Protection Agency say Administrator Scott Pruitt increased the salaries of two of his closest aides by tens of thousands of dollars, contrary to White House instructions. Read Elaina Plott and Robinson Meyer’s report. As Special Counsel Robert Mueller moves forward with his Russia investigation, he has yet to issue any public indictments for the hacking of emails from the Democratic National Committee. Here’s what that might mean.
Around the World: Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu surprised the world on Monday by reversing a decision to deport about 40,000 African asylum-seekers—and then, hours later, by reversing that reversal. Meanwhile, China is levying heavy tariffs on a number of U.S. products in retaliation for President Trump’s aggressive tariffs on aluminum and steel. Iowa’s pork farmers could be among the people who will be most affected.
I am still unsure of exactly what kept my grandfather silent about the discrimination he faced in his own life—whether it was his reserve, or the etiquette with which he was raised, or perhaps some sort of shame. But when he spoke of King, and what he achieved for African Americans, he was reverential, animated. I remember him telling the story of King’s visit to the hospital a handful of times, usually around the big mahogany dining table in his Palisades, New York, home, where we visited every Christmas. In my mind, the story was an exception: It broached a topic otherwise not discussed, offered a glimmer of how my grandfather conceived of his own racial identity. There could be no shame in his background in relation to King, because King was such a hero himself.
I see now that it is often easier to talk about race in that way: to frame the collective struggle for equality by focusing on one great man.
When Caroline Kitchener wrote about the relationship discord caused by dishwashing responsibilities, Tiffany shared how her family handles the task:
Our rule: If you cook, you’re off dish duty. Since I come home around dinner time and my husband works from home, this often means he cooks and I do clean up. I have come to enjoy washing dishes as a stress reliever. I buy dishes I like, use a dish soap with a scent I like and I try to use a fresh sponge and pretty dish towel. I also have a shrine on the kitchen windowsill that I can see while washing dishes, with an image of the Buddha, a candle, some plants, and a stone that says “Find Peace.” I’ve discovered I’m often able to do just that while washing dishes (and it’s a great respite from family bickering). Our kids (8 and 5) are now old enough to help periodically, and it’s my hope they learn to do it mindfully—two skills in one.
Happy birthday to Mary Lou (a year younger than Little House on the Prairie); to Jean’s mom (a year younger than motels); to Beverly’s son Matthew (two years older than NASA's Cassini-Huygens mission); to Carol’s daughter Jennifer (a year younger than VCRs); to Vicki (twice the age of The Oprah Winfrey Show); to Mahesh’s daughter Smita (twice the age of the euro); to Michelle’s husband, Justin (a year younger than Microsoft Windows); to Jan’s son Will (twice the age of Harry Potter); to Cynthia’s friend Sheri (a year younger than T-shirts); and to Jennifer’s husband, Jack, who shares a birthday with Ryan’s father (both are the same age as the Atomium building, in Brussels).