#NSFW: University of Louisville fighting football Cardinals coach Bobby Petrino says he was hacked this week when he learned his Twitter account linked to an adult website and “liked’ sexual hashtags, says ESPN, Sporting News, NBC Sports and the Chicago Tribune.
In a statement released Thursday morning, coach Petrino says he’s typically responsible for the account, but other people have access to it, including a potential “unauthorized user.”
“I was alerted this morning that there was inappropriate material on my official Twitter account. While the account is generally under my supervision, there are multiple people, and possibly an unauthorized user, who have access to my account. We’ve always taken the appropriate steps to make sure our official social media accounts are secure, and we are taking measures to make sure this situation never happens again.”
And of course, most outlets are talking about the hack being unfortunate due to coach Petrino’s checkered past. I’m not as interested in that. I’m more interested in the nature of the hack, because I have to say — it was an odd hack, as hacks go. It’s gone now, so I don’t know if you’ll see it, but it didn’t have nude images or lewd acts or an invitation to see something inappropriate with a monkey or monkeys; it posts a link for “A Bouquet of Gardenias” by Judy Kemp with the caption, “Five Star Smut” alongside a few questionable hashtags.
I’m not saying that means it’s him or one of his staff — I take him at his word. I’m just saying linking him to erotic fiction is a more nuanced hack or prank than just posting a photo of somebody’s junk under his name. That’s all.
Like one time I left for work to discover someone put bologna on my neighbor’s car. I don’t know what it meant and it could have been a random venture, but the bologna was very methodically placed. Like a crop circle, only with luncheon meat on a windshield.
Just an odd choice, is all I’m saying.
Water Works: A report by a group of Harvard researchers appeared in Environmental Science and Technology Letters, claiming water supplies along the Ohio River contain unsafe levels of industrial chemicals. Louisville’s drinking water usually wins all kinds of awards for safety and taste, so when Kentucky, along with West Virginia and Ohio were named as part of 13 states showing elevated levels of perfluorinated compounds, people started getting understandably nervous.
To address those concerns, the Louisville Water Company posted its water has been tested for the chemicals in question:
Because our levels were 20 times lower than the reference level set by the EPA, Louisville Water does not see PFOA as a significant concern for health-related issues. Our water is safe to drink and use.
Rarified Air: Conde Naste Traveler offered its list of “Airbnb’s 10 Most Hospitable Cities in the U.S.” this week. And would you look at that? Louisville’s sitting at No. 3.
City rankings were compiled and calculated from “thousands of guest reviews parsed by Airbnb.” Nashville sits at the top spot while Phoenix picks up second place.
For Louisville, they quote a review for one of our best hosts:
Have you met Airbnb host Landon in Louisville? The man goes above and beyond for the strangers in his home: “Landon’s house is really a home,” wrote guest Mirelle. “He welcomes you with cookies and flowers. The house is fully stocked with everything you might have at home. He has thought of everything.”
Of course, this list was compiled before the short-term rental ordinance business hit, particularly the exhaustive rules ripping through Old Louisville. Hopefully that doesn’t take people like Landon off the table.
Outstanding: The Huffington Post profiled Kentucky Shakespeare’s “Shakespeare with Veterans” program, which unites veterans of all branches of service, exploring and performing the works of Shakespeare and theater as vehicle for dialogue, empathy and camaraderie.
We’ve met Fred Johnson in the pages of the mighty “In Other News…” column in the past, and this program was built on his drive, determination and passion. He approached Kentucky Shakespeare early in the year and by July we had 11 veterans performing Shakespeare on the C. Douglas Ramey stage in Central Park. That doesn’t happen without grit.
And in those initial meetings, Fred had two things he wanted to accomplish: a healing and positive force for veterans and a way to encourage dialogue and understanding with veterans and civilians.
And there’s great wisdom there, because those aims target exactly what art can do: create a new way to express and comprehend one’s experience while engendering communication, empathy and compassion by inviting the audience or viewer into the perspective of another.
Quoting Fred from The Huffington Post:
“When folks get to know veterans, they will be far more informed in a personal way. When national leaders call to put ‘boots on the ground’ in a war— people who have seen us on stage, met us after a performance and shared a beer or soft drink; they will know that those ‘boots’ have people in them.”
So thanks to Fred’s grit and the love and commitment of Kentucky Shakespeare’s leadership and staff for making this happen.
All that said, the biggest shoutout, praise and thanks go to the veterans who participated in the initial stage of the program and an advance of those starting or about to start the next wave. Your work, your generosity, your stories and experience, your spirit and your willingness to put yourselves out there for each other and for the community is why “Shakespeare with Veterans” exists and why it’s been such a powerful experience onstage and off. It’s been an honor and inspiration to behold.
By the way, Kentucky Shakespeare concludes its 11-week summer season this weekend with “Shakespeare in Dance,” with the Louisville Ballet. The first half features dances from “Othello” and “Romeo and Juliet.” The second half, “William’s Folly,” is an original work—a mashup of dance set to live Bluegrass and sonnets performed by Kentucky Shakespeare’s Tony Milder and Megan Massie (the same Megan who frequently pops up “In Other News…”).
I saw the opening and can tell you it’s not just a lovely way to close the season, but a lovely celebration of art and different disciplines coming together to create a unique, visceral experience. And you don’t get much chance to see ballet under the trees and stars, so that alone is worth the price of admission—free—so the cost is really just getting yourself to Central Park at 8 p.m.
In Black and White: We’ve been covering Louisville’s Looking for Lilith and their production of “Alice in Black and White” for a few weeks now and we’ll wrap that up this week with a review of the show in The New York Times.
“Alice” tells the story of Alice Austen, a Victorian-era photographer who lived openly with another woman, Gertrude Tate, at a time neither choice would have been popular.
Times reviewer Elisabeth Vincentelli speaks especially well of the relationship between Austen and Tate, played by Jennifer Thalman Kepler and Laura Ellis.
Congratulations one and all and broken legs for the rest of the run.
That may seem like a lot for a two-bedroom place, but what if I told you it has hardwood floors?
Or a creepy patio your neighbors can see into:
Images courtesy of Coldwell Banker Residential Brokerage (via The MLS). The listing agents were Andrew Thurm and Brett Raskin.
After a couple of blockbusters and Oscars, she moved in 2014 to an $8 million place. Presumably with more privacy.
You may recall the mighty “In Other News…” moved its headquarters last year. The new place features unruly neighbors and a man we found passed out in the front yard on Tuesday who thought Megan and I were trying to poison him with the sandwich and banana we gave him. We suggested we would have had neither the time nor motive, but he wouldn’t have it.
I had a friend who believed it dangerous to pick up discarded pennies on the street or sidewalk. Her father had told her the government irradiates pennies to study the effects on the homeless and less affluent. Those of us without million dollar starter homes.
So maybe the man was suffering from TPD: Toxic Penny Disorder. Or the other TPD: Tired and Pretty Drunk. He was gone the following night, so we may never know, but I have my leanings.
See you next week.