Sunday, April 28, 2013

... I Was Under a Rock...

This is how horrendously busy I've been.

Earlier this month, right around the 4th, I just knew there was something I was forgetting.

But what?

I have 16 aunts and uncles and something like a billion cousins, there had to be a birthday or something that wasn't coming to me.

I asked my mom if she could think of any significance to the date, and if you can believe it she remembered Jay-Z and Beyoncé's wedding anniversary.

But that wasn't it.

Days and weeks went by before... ding! The big 4-0, at that.

And I have the nerve to call myself a fan.

I trust it was a good one, and wish him many more.

Because it never gets old--that would be the song, the video, or Pharrell--  Frontin

And because it was slightly more entertaining than I thought it would be, Frontin… in reverse

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

... You Gotta Know When To Fold 'Em...

Know when to hold ‘em…Know when to walk away…Know when to run…

I had so much fun singing this song when I was a kid, but I don’t know that I understood how fully it could apply to so many things.

One of the many messages my dad tried to impress upon me as a kid was “picking your battles.”

One of my earliest memory of this lesson came in the sixth grade when my teacher called me a “rabble rouser” and kicked me out of class for inciting a riot with a short story I wrote for a contest.

Somehow my teacher lost my story and didn’t find it until after the entry deadline had passed. I accused her of having done it on purpose. She denied it and told me the story wasn’t any good anyway.

Someone else suggested that she read the story. Soon kids were demanding it.

The story was about a dog owner who favored one dog over the others for no particular reason. In the end he was savagely attacked and ripped to shreds by the other dogs.  I was sure my teacher had correctly recognized herself as the pet owner in this story.

I remember my principal sending someone to the teacher to retrieve the story and then I sat there all huffed up and teary -eyed while she read it. She sent me home with the story and a note to give to my parents.  Later my dad opened it, read the note and laughed hysterically. (Never did find out what the note said) Then he read the story.

Then we had a talk.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

... I Want to Hug this Man...

Carlos Arredondo, or "the man in the cowboy hat" is such an inspiration.
After surviving the loss of two sons and a suicide attempt, he became a peace activist. And now he's a hero.
When you hear him speak, he seems so hurt that he could only help one person, but to that one, Jeff Bauman and to his family, it was more than enough.

Mr Arredondo shares his story

His shirt says Tough Ruck, a team of soldiers who completed the marathon then helped at the scene.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

... We See ...

Some weeks back, I took a friend of mine out for people watching.

I told him that I have been people watching as a hobby for years and as time went by I started observing more and more behavior and activity that was somewhere between slightly depressing and downright horrifying.

It used to be funny.

Phone users loudly sharing things they probably would rather not if they were more conscious of the moment. Toddlers concentrating on every step only to be (hopefully gently) knocked down by their own distracted mom who promptly responds with, “Be careful! Watch where you’re going!”

People, especially girls doing things because they hope someone is watching. And other people, especially men doing things because they assume no one is watching. You know, lots of scratching or digging in dark places, although to be fair, ladies pull at their undies a lot but mostly if they’re wearing a dress.

These days it’s bad parents, bad kids, people being mean to each other.

Rudeness, posturing, aggressiveness.

Attitudes and behavior that border on violence, both physical and spiritual.

I tell you, people are sometimes incredibly cruel and indifferent and they pull it all off with a nastiness that says, “I’m justified in this.”

It’s essentially all the bull-doody you see and hear about in the media, except it’s up close and magnified.

An hour not quite two went by before he gave me a resigned look and said, “More doing, less watching would resolve this.”

Monday, April 15, 2013

... There Are No Words...

Huffington Post has offered this listing of ways you can help our friends and family in Boston.

  • The Red Cross says the best way to help right now is to get in touch with loved ones through its Safe And Well Listings. The organization is not asking for blood donations at this time.

  • The Salvation Army is offering food, beverages and crisis counseling to survivors and first responders. Find out how you can get involved here.

  • Some marathon runners are stranded in Boston and in need of places to stay. Find out how you can offer housing here.

  • Anyone with info about the incident can call 1-800-494-TIPS.
They recommend you keep checking this website as more information becomes available and the story develops.

Additional sources to find loved ones and get help locally at ABC News.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

...He Can't Go ...

I fear that  Jimmy Fallon moving to the Tonight Show means he’ll get sucked in to the lameness that permeates over there.  Consider Conan O’Brien before during and after. 
And I saw Jay Leno hosting some special on the Discovery channel and he was surprisingly engaging and informed.
The Tonight Show? I'm pretty sure it’s a crap trap.

Will Jimmy still be doing the same great stuff? Will the Roots go with him?

Black Simon and Garfunkel – Thrift Shop

The Ragtime Gals – Sexy Back

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

...My Eyebrows Wiggled...

Let’s start with well wishes to Jonathan Knight.

He apparently walked off the stage in the middle of an NKOTB performance “without explanation.”

Here is your explanation.

I never ever forgot this interview and thought he was so incredibly brave. It was obvious he wanted to hit the deck, or at crawl under the chair but he made it through and managed to shed a little light on an issue that only gets attention from the drug pushing pharmaceutical companies that want to sell you a pill for it.

I’ve had issues with anxiety and I have had panic attacks at least twice before that I could identify. In both cases I ended up outside on my hands and knees trying to catch my breath, too upset to cry but needing to desperately.

Not a pleasant feeling at all and if you can’t relate from personal experience or you can’t empathize then at least don’t be a jerk about it.

A lot of comments around this story came down to, “Hey, those fans paid money and there’s no excuse for him leaving the stage.”

Sunday, April 7, 2013

..."(It) Stings a Little, Don't It?" ...

Since I mentioned the movie in my last post I figured it was only fair to share one of the meanest, prettiest, baddest, low down mofo fight finales around this town. (Sho’nuff!)

You are the Last Dragon… you possess the power of the Glow

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

...It Was Good Clean Fun...

The last movie to keep me up past my bedtime was The Flowers of War.

Not long after that it was Pariah with a performance from Kim Wayans that made you completely forget she started out in comedy.

And now that honor goes to The Sessions. A dramatized account of the late poet Mark O’Brien’s experience with a sex surrogate. I found the story to be surprisingly sweet and captivating.

John Hawkes and Helen Hunt got tons of well- deserved nominations for this movie, and a couple of wins and William H Macy was understated perfection as usual.

I also watched The Last Dragon again. For the umpteenth time in forever. I’ve heard that younger people don’t like this movie, but what do they know about it?

As an adult I can appreciate the good clean fun of this film, the incredible soundtrack that included Willie Hutch, and the blink and you’ll miss it W.H. Macy appearance.

But back then, this movie had everything a pre-teen girl could want: a role model in Vanity (because we were young and all we saw was a pretty face and a girl who personally knew Prince); a gorgeous lead male in Taimak (even though I’ve heard repeatedly that he’s kind of a dirt bag off screen); and an itty bitty clip of a Debarge video.

Growing up our room was covered in posters of Prince, Michael Jackson, New Edition, and DeBarge so that smidgen of El that shows up in the movie was enough to make my day back then.

It made me wonder what kids like now. Who are all the posters on the wall these days?