the least pathetic people ever
ok, so we've established that i am pretty pathetic. but i've just discovered a list of people who are possibly the least pathetic people ever. the john and catherine t. macarthur foundation (they give lots of money to npr, so i love them) has a fellowship program where they give $500,000 to unsuspecting creative geniuses.
you can't apply to be a fellow. you have to be nominated by an Anonymous Nominator. and you don't find out until one day, out of the blue, you get a call from the president of the foundation saying that they're giving you $500,000. and you can do whatever you want with it. seriously. no strings attached. and the people who are chosen are, of course, so amazing that they write plays and invent robotic fish and change the world. whatever big dreams of installation art i may have first thing in the morning, by the end of the day, i can surely see myself order $500,000 worth of yarn at the best online yarn store ever and then smooshing it into baskets and drawers and jars and only someday knitting with it.
the rockstar fellows have included: the late (and maybe the latent lesbian) susan sontag, robert penn warren, and coworker-ben's favorite film-maker, errol morris. also twyla tharp, who's name sounds familiar but i do not know who she is.
someday, i will be more like one of 2004's macarthur scholars, amy smith, who is "an inventor cobbling sophisticated devices from accessible materials to save lives and reduce labor in remote areas of the world with little access to technology and even fewer resources to obtain it." oh amy smith. ordinary name, phenominal life.
you can't apply to be a fellow. you have to be nominated by an Anonymous Nominator. and you don't find out until one day, out of the blue, you get a call from the president of the foundation saying that they're giving you $500,000. and you can do whatever you want with it. seriously. no strings attached. and the people who are chosen are, of course, so amazing that they write plays and invent robotic fish and change the world. whatever big dreams of installation art i may have first thing in the morning, by the end of the day, i can surely see myself order $500,000 worth of yarn at the best online yarn store ever and then smooshing it into baskets and drawers and jars and only someday knitting with it.
the rockstar fellows have included: the late (and maybe the latent lesbian) susan sontag, robert penn warren, and coworker-ben's favorite film-maker, errol morris. also twyla tharp, who's name sounds familiar but i do not know who she is.
someday, i will be more like one of 2004's macarthur scholars, amy smith, who is "an inventor cobbling sophisticated devices from accessible materials to save lives and reduce labor in remote areas of the world with little access to technology and even fewer resources to obtain it." oh amy smith. ordinary name, phenominal life.
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