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Getting ready for the Correspondents’ Dinner.
Watch it live tonight at 10 p.m. ET on http://wh.gov/live
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One of my favorite tumblr blogs. Posts like this are the reason why.
This summer I had brain surgery. It’s for my movement disorder called dystonia; basically, my legs, hands, and neck will randomly and uncontrollably go into spasm. The weirdest part is that this started happening out of nowhere towards the end of high school. The surgery consisted of the installation of two electrodes deep into my brain, connected by wires to batteries in my chest. Usually people will respond to that by saying something like, “so… you’re like, Ironman?!” I got one of those today. It’s always funny to see how people will react. Recently it’s been a lot easier for me to get around, so others don’t always notice.
But, I feel like there will always be sort of a disconnect for me with other people. Of course, everyone has something that no one may understand.
That’s one of the most beautiful things about us: there’s not a single person out there who can understand completely who you are, maybe not even ourselves. So, how can we possibly think we understand the world around us, or what is happening to us every day?
Sitting in a waiting area with an old professor. He looked up from his phone after a few minutes and asked, “What would we do without smartphones?” I replied, “Read newspapers? Have conversations?” Then I transcribed the event for the Internet on my iPhone.
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life:
People enjoying an afternoon on the banks of the Seine River, 1963. See more photos of Paris in the 60s here.
(Alfred Eisenstaedt—TIme & Life Pictures/Getty Images)