Sunday, September 14, 2014

Anonymous said: Should Edward Snowden win the Nobel Peace Prize?

deadpresidents:

No. What has he done to further the cause of peace in the world?

The only notable person who constantly devotes their time and energy and influence to the cause of peace is Pope Francis. Every homily, every mass, every speech in every place he visits comes back to two things: peace and income inequality. 

If anybody deserves the Nobel Peace Prize right now — and that’s an arguable point — it is Pope Francis. Just today, visiting a World War I cemetery at Redipuglia, Italy, this is what Francis said:

"After experiencing the beauty of traveling throughout this region, where men and women work and raise their families, where children play and the elderly dream, I now find myself here, in this place, able to say only one thing: War is madness.

Whereas God carries forward the work of creation, and we men and women are called to participate in his work, war destroys. It also runs the most beautiful work of his hands: human beings. War ruins everything, even the bonds between brothers. War is irrational; it’s only plan is to bring destruction; it seeks to grow by destroying.

Greed, intolerance, the lust for power — these motives underlie the decision to go to war, and they are too often justified by an ideology; but first there is a distorted passion or impulse. Ideology is presented as a justification and when there is no ideology, there is the response of Cain: ‘What does it matter to me? Am I my brother’s keeper?’ War does not look directly at anyone, be they elderly, children, mothers, fathers. ‘What does it matter to me?’

Above the entrance to this cemetery, there hangs in the air those ironic words of war, ‘What does it matter to me?’ Each one of the dead buried here had their owns plans, their own dreams, but their lives were cut short. Humanity said, ‘What does it matter to me?’

Even today, after the second failure of another world war, perhaps one can speak of a third war, one fought piecemeal, with crimes, massacres, destruction. In all honesty, the front page of newspapers ought to carry the headline, ‘What does it matter to me?’ Cain would say, ‘Am I my brother’s keeper?’…

…Here lie many victims. Today, we remember them. There are tears, there is sadness. From this place we remember all the victims of every war.

Today, too, the victims are many. How is this possible? It is so because in today’s world, behind the scenes, there are interests, geopolitical strategies, lust for money and power, and there is the manufacture and sale of arms, which seem to be so important! 

And these plotters of terrorism, these schemers of conflicts, just like arms dealers, have engraved in their hearts, ‘What does it matter to me?’ It is the task of the wise to recognize errors, to feel pain, to repent, to beg for pardon and to cry.

With this ‘What does it matter to me?’ in their hearts, the merchants of war perhaps have made a great deal of money. but their corrupted hearts have lost the capacity to cry. That ‘What does it matter to me?’ prevents the tears. Cain did not cry. The shadow of Cain hangs over us today in this cemetery. It is seen here. It is seen from 1914 right up to our own time. It is seen even in the present.

With the heart of a son, a brother, a father, I ask each of you, indeed for all of us, to have a conversion of heart; to move on from ‘What does it matter to me?’, to tears: for each one of the fallen of this ‘senseless massacre’, for all the victims of the mindless wars, in every age.

Humanity needs to weep, and this is the time to weep.”

Oh, this sky is so fickle…and I am too exhausted to be awake any longer. I can only keep one eye open to see. Suffice it to say: I better not catch the damn sunrise tomorrow. (at Interlaken Borough Hall)

Oh, this sky is so fickle…and I am too exhausted to be awake any longer. I can only keep one eye open to see. Suffice it to say: I better not catch the damn sunrise tomorrow. (at Interlaken Borough Hall)

Saturday, September 13, 2014
gastroparesis sucks. ive been puking for two hours, which is dangerous with #t1d, so I’m sippin’ on dat Gatorade and livin the Ritz life with my main dog :: I have felt more hopeful this week about the future than I have in years. I have goals: I want to raise money for FD (link in profile, shameless), I want to get to Mexico and LA for November and December but most importantly I want to get better, to be healthy, engaged, confident. I refuse to be defined by my diseases :: doing the work to get there will be the hardest and most important thing I ever do ::: bring it on. 👊

gastroparesis sucks. ive been puking for two hours, which is dangerous with #t1d, so I’m sippin’ on dat Gatorade and livin the Ritz life with my main dog :: I have felt more hopeful this week about the future than I have in years. I have goals: I want to raise money for FD (link in profile, shameless), I want to get to Mexico and LA for November and December but most importantly I want to get better, to be healthy, engaged, confident. I refuse to be defined by my diseases :: doing the work to get there will be the hardest and most important thing I ever do ::: bring it on. 👊

Friday, September 12, 2014
[The wrong idea] About women’s roles. And men’s. Really when you think about it, we shouldn’t refer to ‘women’s roles’ and ‘men’s roles’. Both women and men can and should do everything.

Dawn, in Starring the Babysitter’s club, about how out of date and fucked up Peter Pan is as a play with Peter luring Wendy into coming to Neverland promising adventure, when he really just wants a mom to do his cooking and cleaning and sewing for him.

I forgot there was legit feminist arguments in my pre-teen reading until just now.

(via wonderlandleighleigh)

Score one for the BSC. They were powerful young women, making money on their own, and not taking shit from any bullies like that mean girl Cokie Mason.

(via paraunting)

The BSC was my first feminist manifesto.

Dream Job

To work in the communications office of the White House.

But not right now. All this ISIS stuff weighs heavy.

Like, maybe in 1999.

When Sam Seaborn worked there. I wouldn’t be a Bonnie or a Ginger or a disappearing Cathy, but I think I could hack it on the speech writing staff. Remarks on Flag Day, Arbor Day…that sort of thing.

So, now I finally know what I want to do with my life. My therapist is gonna be thrilled!

How do I make this happen?

Wednesday, September 10, 2014
last night i took sadie for a jog on the boardwalk. which is hard to do when your stroller is actually a trike with a tricky handle. i quickly gave up, freed sadie, and watched her chase the seagulls on an empty, windy beach. the swells were huge and sadie flapped her “wings” and flew after the birds, all the way to Convention Hall. #dopeniece #asburypark #childhood #joy

last night i took sadie for a jog on the boardwalk. which is hard to do when your stroller is actually a trike with a tricky handle. i quickly gave up, freed sadie, and watched her chase the seagulls on an empty, windy beach. the swells were huge and sadie flapped her “wings” and flew after the birds, all the way to Convention Hall. #dopeniece #asburypark #childhood #joy

Sunday, September 7, 2014
…She levels me with a look. “And then I got bored to death. Nobody tells you the truth. I once asked one of the ladies, ‘Did you ever have an affair?’ And she stared at me like I was crazy. ‘Why would I tell you?’ she said. Another time, someone had just bought an apartment and I said, ‘How much?’ And she said, ‘That is really none of your business.’ And I thought, Fine. Then we are not friends and I don’t want to spend any more time with you. I was friendly with one couple who I no longer see at all. They would always say, ‘We’re such good friends.’ And then I found out that their daughter had a complete nervous breakdown. For a year, I was always told everything is wonderful. Well, then what are we wasting our time here at Elaine’s or Mortimer’s or Swifty’s? I don’t want to sit in Swifty’s and not say anything about anything. I just totally stepped away. Blaine Trump is one of the few people I am friends with out of that period. She’s honest. She will sit there and say, ‘Life is crap.’ All I want you to do, if we are sitting down and it’s after 6 p.m., is tell me the truth. Because we’ve all lied to each other all day long in business and we’ve all had these lunches and we’ve all ass-kissed to the point where I carry Chapstick. If I am going to sit down and eat with you, just tell me the truth and let me say to you, ‘Things are lousy and I’m sad.’ 

Joan Rivers on friendship, NY Mag http://www.vulture.com/2014/09/joan-rivers-always-knew-she-was-funny.html

Man! This is IT, you know. She really fucking got it. She really did.

81 seems terribly young now.

Friday, September 5, 2014
I have 2 months to prep for a surf trip with @first_descents in Mexico. I haven’t ran regularly since 2 years ago at the Rock & Roll Marathon in Denver. (@hansolomegh and I did the half relay for Team FD. We raised a shitload of money for cancer kids and technically, we came in second to last, though it’s possible that the team we beat did not participate.) 

After the race, I was diagnosed with type one and my running career (pause for laughter) hit the bench. Starting now, I’ll be repeating the Couch to 5K program again. Maybe I won’t get a new disease after this time! 🙏
#Godhelpme #dailywalkwithShea #sunset

I have 2 months to prep for a surf trip with @first_descents in Mexico. I haven’t ran regularly since 2 years ago at the Rock & Roll Marathon in Denver. (@hansolomegh and I did the half relay for Team FD. We raised a shitload of money for cancer kids and technically, we came in second to last, though it’s possible that the team we beat did not participate.)

After the race, I was diagnosed with type one and my running career (pause for laughter) hit the bench. Starting now, I’ll be repeating the Couch to 5K program again. Maybe I won’t get a new disease after this time! 🙏
#Godhelpme #dailywalkwithShea #sunset

Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Take me to the water 
Take me to the water
To be, to be baptized
I’m going back home, going back home
[I’ve always loved Nina Simone’s “Take Me to the Water,” an original gospel hymn. I make it a point to do the same, to take to the ocean, after every sick spell, every hospitalization. It is my perpetual baptism, my orientation back into the living world.]

Take me to the water
Take me to the water
To be, to be baptized
I’m going back home, going back home
[I’ve always loved Nina Simone’s “Take Me to the Water,” an original gospel hymn. I make it a point to do the same, to take to the ocean, after every sick spell, every hospitalization. It is my perpetual baptism, my orientation back into the living world.]

Monday, September 1, 2014
it’s morning. the air is thick with summer heat, my hair knotty with moisture. the dark morning comes with the realization that the days have narrowed. I am at once stricken by the passage of summer and a neck spasm, an unending drumbeat of pain, familiar and new, strangling my head, stiffening my neck. I’ve been awake all night, maddened by the steroids, hysterical with pain, not able to figure out how, how, how to sleep, to rest, to dream with a pain so vast.

what’s next, I wonder. what do you have for me, September?

it’s morning. the air is thick with summer heat, my hair knotty with moisture. the dark morning comes with the realization that the days have narrowed. I am at once stricken by the passage of summer and a neck spasm, an unending drumbeat of pain, familiar and new, strangling my head, stiffening my neck. I’ve been awake all night, maddened by the steroids, hysterical with pain, not able to figure out how, how, how to sleep, to rest, to dream with a pain so vast.

what’s next, I wonder. what do you have for me, September?

Friday, August 29, 2014
Just walked out of the hospital. THANK YOU! For all the love and support and jokes and visits and offers to visit. That’s a wrap on my longest hospital stay since I was a baby! Woo! #freekelly

Just walked out of the hospital. THANK YOU! For all the love and support and jokes and visits and offers to visit. That’s a wrap on my longest hospital stay since I was a baby! Woo! #freekelly

I haven’t seen her in 10 days. I haven’t smelt the air in ten days. I haven’t felt well in forever, but at least I could go outside and breathe.

Good news is, I may just be leaving tonight. All i want is a warm outdoor shower, a Sadie snuggle and a jump in the ocean. That’s enough for now. #freekelly #illness #home #hospitallife #survivorprobs #lupus #t1d

I haven’t seen her in 10 days. I haven’t smelt the air in ten days. I haven’t felt well in forever, but at least I could go outside and breathe.

Good news is, I may just be leaving tonight. All i want is a warm outdoor shower, a Sadie snuggle and a jump in the ocean. That’s enough for now. #freekelly #illness #home #hospitallife #survivorprobs #lupus #t1d

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
this song by Conor Oberst is tragic and funny and while I’m not dying, it captured exactly how I feel. night 7 in le hopital.

Don’t know when it’s day or when it’s night
All I ever see are florescent lights
I don’t want to die in this hospital
You got to take me back outside
They give me all these flowers and these big balloons
But I don’t wanna stay in this little room
I don’t want to die in this hospital
I don’t want to die

Are the stars still in the sky?
Is that fat moon on the rise?
Feel the earth’s against my feet
As the cold wind calls for me
I don’t want to die in this hospital
You got to take me back outside

this song by Conor Oberst is tragic and funny and while I’m not dying, it captured exactly how I feel. night 7 in le hopital.

Don’t know when it’s day or when it’s night
All I ever see are florescent lights
I don’t want to die in this hospital
You got to take me back outside
They give me all these flowers and these big balloons
But I don’t wanna stay in this little room
I don’t want to die in this hospital
I don’t want to die

Are the stars still in the sky?
Is that fat moon on the rise?
Feel the earth’s against my feet
As the cold wind calls for me
I don’t want to die in this hospital
You got to take me back outside

California.

hospitalized for 6 days, and
still I linger.
I call, and change plans,
break leases before they’ve begun.
you’re too sick to move right now.
perhaps this disease has won