Days after Carrie Fisher died at 60 of a heart attack her last line about hope can be taken several ways But my first reaction was, hmm I guess not.
It was poignant and incredibly sad to hear that, knowing both she and her mother died in the same week. As people contonually find out, sometimes “hope” just doesn’t carry the day – especially when that’s all that you’ve got.
I like movies with a lot of story so I really liked this one. I might watch Return of the Jedi sometime soon (this year), as well. It basically explains why there was such a massive flaw in the Death Star. And the body count of StormTroopers is high. Very high.
We all saw the movie today with Mom at the Regal Cinema in Oceanside (screen 11, 3D) and enjoyed it.
”I’d say love was a magical thing. I’d say love would keep us from pain. And I don’t live. And I don’t live.”
George Michael has one of those voices that get inside your heart with ease. His beautiful voice ended much too early today on Christmas Day.
2016 really has been an annus horribulus with so many icons dying – and my wife’s father – and the truth of American politics and people revealed as shallow and reactionary.
Careless Whisper and Last Christmas were my two favorite George Michael / Wham songs. Father Figure, Faith and Freedom were up there, too. As well his voice is distinctive and the highlight of Band Aid’s “Do They Know It’s Christmas” – perhaps the best charity record of all time.
Don’t ever say it can’t get any worse because often you will be proved wrong. Greatness comes in overcoming troubles, pain and chaos. But all that still has to be endured.
It’s only 20:00 so that’s about 6 hours ahead of my normal Christmas present wrapping schedule.
Now stressing about what time to put out presents and Stock Aitken and Waterman’s.
Mom: Stop bringing the realism (talking to me about working at a Tucson glass company)
Jasper overhearing: Sorry mom that was me.
Other photos on regular camera. This is the disk from the bottom of our tree.
Update. It’s in our home and looks spectacular.
Just read “Where The Wild Things Are” so well to Jasper that I can’t breathe.
So he’s “reading it himself” while I cough take pictures and cough and type and still can’t breathe.
Sometime pre-2000 I was waiting for an interviewee on the Gig Harbor waterfront and instead of writing down quotes and my job I killed time by writing a few lines.
I’ve thought about what I wrote without remembering really what I wrote. Except it was about the passage of time and whenever I moved and tried to pare down my possessions and piles of paper I kept all my reporter’s notebooks so I wouldn’t lose it.
It must have been summer or early autumn in the Gig. On December 3, 2016 I found those lines. In a box full of some water-damaged magazines papers and materials from Gig Harbor days and Safford / Eastern Arizona days.
In Tempe, AZ.
I glanced over it but will type it up ASAP for this blog. I also found some random other writings. So goldmine for the passage of time.
(I celebrated with this brew which I have pegged as inspiration for writing about my three sons)
So this is a chocolate cereal I bought for the kids. And they inhale chocolate like receivers suck oxygen on the sidelines. But they ate it once and then avoided it. Two weeks later i figured out why. When I bought this I missed just one word (can you find it?)