Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under News
This fashion show was held in Nanjing, China where evidently the level of smog is even surpasses what’s seen and smelled in Los Angeles. They could have at least bedazzled the masks…I think I saw Kanye wear something like that one time (from the Shanghaiist).
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Humor
Keyword: San Francisco. I understand that the average rent in the Bay is well over $2,000, but I can’t a dollar amount on my heterosexuality. Anyway, much respect for your creativity in finding a tenant (from the SFist).
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Women
Santa might have a hard time fitting down the chimney after this (from Byron Crawford).
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Hip-Hop
The video is not exactly “Beautiful” by Snoop and Pharrell, but it works. The song does, too.
Posted by Dewan Gibson | Filed under Short Stories
Here’s a kind-of-funny article that I wrote for The Billfold. An organization that I had a contract with fired my black ass via certified mail. Thankfully I had a couple of other tiny streams of income and Destiny’s Child “Survivor” to help get me through this debacle. Thankfully for them I chose to write about the situation. I could have easily utilized the hours of explosives training that I’ve received from MacGyver and masked figures on the internet.
Certified mail is the “we need to talk” of written communication. The news is never good: The IRS is demanding additional money on top of the 10 percent penalty you already paid for an early 401(k) withdrawal; an old flame has reappeared in the form of a court order requesting establishment of paternity, or in my case, your employer is firing you for believing that African-Americans and Latinos are able to sit in a clinic waiting room without starting a race war.
I started contract employment with a San Diego area community health center in July 2012. My job was to write grant proposals that would help the nonprofit increase its already robust $20 million budget. It was not my ideal job, but I had worked in not-for-profit health care for a number of years and knew the grant writing routine—use statistics and emotional appeals to explain, for example, why impoverished children in your service area should have dental care that exceeds putting silver crowns on every tooth. Plus the gig paid well—$25 an hour—and aside from bimonthly meetings, I could work from home while watching my two young kids, or, at the very least, help them to learn the importance of being able to occupy each other while Dad is busy.
By early September of the following year I had written 12 grant proposals. Eight were rejected by potential funders, three were awaiting decisions at the time of my firing, and one was funded at $37,000 to purchase a new patient transportation van. Admittedly, I may or may not have been a great grant writer; the job in itself is nearly impossible to objectively evaluate. You can write a powerful and eloquent 40-page proposal that gets rejected. You can also spend an hour composing a run-of-the-mill description of the organization’s history and program plan and receive a large grant, primarily because the funding organization and the grantee have an established relationship.
Read the rest at The Billfold.