OZY Daily Dose

In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: "How was your day?" BenjaminSouth SudanMy days are full of mental preparation. I wake up, read - mostly about Che Guevara these days. Sometimes I read funny things to help maintain my composure. I'm on the phone a lot, getting reports from the field. I also like to go out and watch people enjoying their lives. But I always have to be careful.

EUGENE, SIR: There’s this couple I met at the gym that brought me over a week or two ago because the guy liked to watch. He was a pretty awkward guy to have watch you screw his wife — he wanted to tag-team her. I tried the excuse that I had already come and couldn’t get hard again. The guy then told his wife to get me hard with her mouth. And then he fetched me a glass of orange juice.

In the summer between primary and secondary school, at the age of 11, I discovered rock music. Nirvana, to be exact.It sounded like rockets going off in my brain, and it was perfect and changed me almost instantly. I decided to dye my hair red with henna and become a vegetarian. At the time, 1993, everyone liked rave music (or pretended to), wore Reebok Classics and had French crops.

New Yorkers, God love ’em, complain. The weather is too cold, the subway is too crowded, my colleague chews with her mouth open … so here at OZY we thought we’d help a few of you beat the heat (we all know that will be our next complaint) with a scuba video that takes place in the winter. Yes, the winter.

The Boston businessman looked out of place onstage in New York City, flanked by the NBA's most recent cult hero and an icon of the game. But on Tuesday night, at the 2017 NBA draft lottery, Wyc Grousbeck bested Joel Embiid, Magic Johnson and 11 other team representatives - in a random drawing of Ping-Pong balls, at least.The Celtics' CEO kissed his 2008 championship ring and let out a deep sigh when the Los Angeles Lakers were drawn at No. 2.

Mothers. They gave us life, and then throughout those lives have provided comfort, wisdom, knowledge and a fire under our butts when needed. They've clothed us, fed us (often too well) and held our hands when we were scared. They love us, even when we don't love ourselves enough. And every day they inspire us with their strength, courage and humor. For Mother's Day, we're sharing personal stories about moms from some of the people who work at OZY and some of the people who read OZY.

In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: "How was your day?"Maria McKieverChicago, IllinoisI feel pretty good - tomorrow's my last final exam on regression analysis. The worst is over. I slept in a little late and ran errands. I gave myself the morning to just take care of me. Every three weeks, I wash my hair, palm-roll my locs and then braid them up.

A while back, I sat down at my computer to translate my grandfather's Holocaust memoir. He had called it One Chance in a Thousand, andI meant it as a gift for my husband's birthday.The book starts in 1940 in L'viv, now Ukraine, but then Poland. The beginning of World War II caught my grandfather unaware. He and his fiancée got resettled into the ghetto, where they got married. Right after, raids on the Jewish population began. His sisters and niece went to work one day, never to return.

EUGENE, SIR: I was at a business dinner that went late and involved more alcohol than should have been consumed by me. During the loose talk that followed, some version of Truth or Dare caused me to let people know that I had once been to a prostitute. It was actually pretty cool, and I said so. The argument that followed involved talk about exploitation, because clearly I’m not bad looking and I didn’t need to do this to find a sex partner, they said.

In the sixth inning against the Sioux Falls Canaries, the 23-year-old lefty pitcher for the St. Paul Saints, an independent minor league baseball team, headed for the mound ... and into history.Facing off against three batters on May 31, 1997, this pitcher wasn't making the most exciting debut. Except for one small detail: Ila Borders was the first female pitcher to grace the diamond in integrated men's professional baseball.