“I’d just say to aspiring journalists or writers—who I meet a lot of—do it now. Don’t wait for permission to make something that’s interesting or amusing to you. Just do it now. Don’t wait. Find a story idea, start making it, give yourself a deadline, show it to people who’ll give you notes to make it better. Don’t wait till you’re older, or in some better job than you have now. Don’t wait for anything. Don’t wait till some magical story idea drops into your lap. That’s not where ideas come from. Go looking for an idea and it’ll show up. Begin now. Be a fucking soldier about it and be tough.”—Important advice from Ira Glass. (via annfriedman)
Republicans in Congress resumed their campaign against the Affordable Care Act on Wednesday with new zeal, fired up by a ruling of a federal appeals court panel that said premium subsidies paid to millions of Americans in 36 states were illegal.
Rant alert: I cannot pretend to be objective on this.
For years my wife and I paid more than our “fair share” of premiums, shelling out large while rarely needing care; no problem, part of the social contract. Finally, as premiums rose ever higher, reaching over $1000 a month and rising at double-digit rates (and this was years ago), a comparison of realistic income and premium projections made it clear that if we continued to buy full coverage, we’d soon go bankrupt. Paying for “good insurance” was not guarding against our ruin, but guaranteeing it.
Now, because of Obamacare, we can again afford decent insurance. None too soon. Last year, my 9-year-old daughter developed Type 1 diabetes. Her care, in this country, will cost tens of thousands of year. And she must have care; without it she would die in weeks. Yet if the GOP had its way, Obamacare would be destroyed, even Medicaid would be destroyed, and in fairly short order my family would almost certainly go bankrupt and our daughter’s health compromised, her life shortened.
Yet they persist. They act as if it is their right to deny a society its desire to care for its own. There are moments when I harbor the sort of fantasy only myth can deliver: That those seeking to destroy this law and all like it would step over my threshold one day and try to take my home and loved ones directly. Then I could deal with them as Odysseus would.
“The most famous celebrity in Ketchum is a dead man. His grizzled mug gazes out at you from signposts and store windows all over town. The elementary school is named for him, as are a half-dozen other small businesses and parks. He is buried in the local cemetery. Still, it was ten years before I realized Ernest Hemingway and I were neighbors.”—The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Echo of Hemingway’s Shotgun by Eileen Shields (via therumpus)
“This idea — that women can always find another way to get the coverage or care they need — underpins just about every recent restriction on women’s health. What’s another 24-hour mandatory abortion waiting period? To a woman who lives 25 miles from the nearest provider, it’s everything. What’s one more tweak to a law about the width of clinic doors? To a clinic that can’t afford to remodel, it’s everything. What’s a minor policy change that means you have to pay full price for that IUD? To a woman who makes $14 an hour, it’s everything.”—What a Woman’s Choice Means to the Supreme Court - NYmag.com (via annfriedman)
We went to see Bobby in 2012 at the Arena Theatre in Houston, Texas. My wife Meg was six months pregnant with our son Owen and we were some of the only white people in the place and it was just great. He’d already had his cancer scare, and I knew if I wanted to see him live, this was probably…
Damn this is good. Ht To Austin w extra credit for seeing Womack in Houston, where I growed up.
“There is the famous series of Virginia Stephen by GC Beresford taken in July 1902 when she was 20. The beauty inherited from her mother Julia is there for all to see but is now perhaps qualified by what we know was to come, especially the changes wrought on her features by the terrible period of insanity of 1913-15, during which, at one point, four nurses tended her and she was scarcely aware that her first novel had been published. The outline of this beauty remained but, as Leonard commented, it was “painful” to see.”—Portraits of Virginia Woolf: here, the true face of the modern writer | Books | The Guardian
“The relationship between wealth and mental illness is explored with equanimity and insight in two recent works: The Looking Glass Brother (memoir) and Gabriel (movie). Both feature troubled young men wandering much the same Manhattan streets as a “sort of disappearing” Holden Caulfield did 60 years ago. They are psychotic, and their plight shows that even money has limits when it comes to mental health, that all those dollars sometimes prove effete in comparison to the brain’s intractable mysteries. Sanity may be the other thing immune to purchasing power.”—“Schizophrenia Doesn’t Care if You’re Loaded," in Newsweek, an insightful, inquisitive piece by Alexander Nazaryan, who spoke to Peter von Ziegesar (The Looking Glass Brother), Andrew Solomon (Far From the Tree) and others to sketch a portrait of privilege, mental illness and care in America. (via luxlotus)