Below is the photo set of Corazon Acquino many faces in different moments and circumstances. Corazon Acquino dies on Friday, Jul. 31, 2009.
A Washington Welcome - Apart from winning the presidency, one of Aquino's sweeter triumphs was her reception in Washington in Sept. 1986, where she was greeted at the White House by Ronald Reagan, the friend of her old nemesis. Her speech to a joint session of the U.S. Congress was widely praised and interrupted numerous times by applause.
Madame President - On Feb. 25, even as Marcos appeared to be adamant about remaining president, Aquino was sworn in by a justice of the Supreme Court as the first woman to lead the Philippines. In Washington, meanwhile, seeing the populace turn against his friend, Reagan called Marcos and convinced him to leave the Philippines for exile in Hawaii. The man who had ruled the Philippines for two decades said farewell to his loyalists as his wife Imelda sang a final song. Then they took off for American territory on U.S. Helicopters.
The Yellow Tide - Aquino turned yellow into the color of her campaign. It was, personally, one of her favorite hues; but its political significance stemmed from the yellow ribbons tied around Manila's trees and posts (inspired by an American pop song) by the supporters of her husband to welcome him on what proved to be his tragic return home. Her rallies were seas of yellow.
The Martyr's Wife - With Benigno Aquino's political star rising, Marcos assumed dictatorial powers in 1972 and imprisoned his archrival. Under international pressure, Aquino was eventually allowed to leave the country with his wife and children for exile in Boston. In 1983, however, he chose to return to the Philippines to try to offer himself as a political alternative to an ailing Marcos. The regime warned it could not guarantee his safety; but Aquino flew back anyway and was assassinated allegedly by a lone gunman while being escorted off his plane by Philippine soldiers. Corazon Aquino flew home for his funeral.
A Life of Privilege - She was born Corazon Cojuangco, an heiress to one of the great fortunes in the Philippines. In 1954, she married Benigno Aquino, one of the most ambitious and promising politicians in the country. Before they met, however, Benigno had dated a young beauty queen named Imelda Romualdez. Years later, his political career would turn him into the political nemesis of the man Imelda married, Ferdinand Marcos, who was elected president in 1965.
Champion of Democracy - TIME chose Corazon Aquino as its Person of the Year for 1986, recognizing her central role in one of the most compelling dramas in recent history — the widowed housewife who avenges her husband's death by overthrowing the regime widely blamed for his murder. In February 1986, Aquino rose to the presidency of the Philippines after a popular uprising that forced Ferdinand and Imelda Marcos from power. She was the first woman to be designated TIME's Person of the Year since Queen Elizabeth II for 1952.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
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Faces of Bobby Robson
Former manager of the England football team, Sir Bobby Robson dies. He was 76. His passed away after a long fight with cancer. Below are the many faces of Sir Bobby Robson.
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Maryland's Transportation Projects - Show Me the Money
Ten years ago my wife and I bought our first house. And we did what most people do when they buy a house - we dug gardens and planted lots of pretty annuals. After a few years we started to realize that his was an expensive yearly task. As you know, annuals die after the first frost and they do not return. Therefore, we decided to start buying perennials. Though more expensive, perennials return every year. We realized that we couldn't buy all of the perennials that we wanted right away, so our plan was to buy several per year. Now we have no annuals and lots of perennials. Our costs are high, but without the financial burden of purchasing annuals every year, we will win in the long-term.
In an era of economic recession, it's almost counter-intuitive to think that Maryland Governor Martin O'Malley is running to the Congress with his hat in hand asking for more money. But with our 'just print more money' President, it's not entirely out of the question for O'Malley to do this.
Because of its geography and the inbred culture of being against everything that is proposed, Maryland is burdened with an inadequate transportation system that is the ire of travelers, commuters, and freight haulers alike. Washington D.C. has done an excellent job of investing in its transportation infrastructure and has one of the better integrated subway systems outside of New York.
Baltimore, on the other hand, has the dubious distinction of having a one-line subway (which most people don't even know about) that runs from Owings Mills in the northwest corner of Baltimore County to Baltimore's fleeting business district and on to Johns Hopkins Hospital. If you don't live on this route or work downtown, it's totally useless to you. In addition to that, there is the north-south light rail line that cuts its path through the county and into the city and south to that airport with the overbearingly long name.
To make matters as complicated as possible, transportation officials, politicians, and warring residents made sure that these 2 transportation projects did not have an integrated exchange, despite overlapping near Lexington Market.
In an effort to make Baltimore's public transportation a more viable option for commuters, Governor O'Malley is pushing for the infamous red line, an east-west line that will connect the Woodlawn \ Social Security area on the west side, to the Essex suburbs on the east side, with connections in the downtown business district and running through Fell's Point.
Believe it or not, I am in favor of a more comprehensive public transportation system in the state. I worked downtown and took the subway everyday for 4 years. Despite my run-in's with crazy homeless people and the miscreant middle school kids, it was the most convenient and time-efficient way to get to work. And when we go to Washington D.C. we nearly always take the Metro.
In addition to the red line project in Baltimore, Governor O'Malley is also asking for money for the Purple line in Washington, which will connect Northwest Washington with Northeast Washington, a cross-county suburban transportation line unlike the other lines which run into the city and back out again. There is also the Intercounty Connector (ICC) which is already in the building stage. And finally there is the expansion of I-270, one of the most congested highways in the country.
It appears as if our leaders will be pushing for a light rail line for the red line and most likely a rapid bus plan for the purple line. I understand their desire to get something up and running at the least possible cost, but they seem to be ignoring investments. Just because a transportation project is less expensive and "visible" does not make it better. When you are in Washington, D.C. or New York City, you do not see the subway lines, but they are there and they are great for moving around. Neither disrupt the above ground transportation of the city and neither are unsightly, at least until they get out into the suburbs where they come above ground and become an eyesore.
Instead of making the investment in an unseen subway, O'Malley is pushing for a light rail for the red line, which will carve up the city even further. In addition to being unsightly, the light rail also intersects roadways, creating dangerous situations at crossroads, and the light rail is not as fast. The Baltimore subway moves at about 70 mph above ground, whereas the light rail moves at about 40-50 mph. With a subway line the transportation grid will be able to move people in and out of the city at a much faster and convenient rate.
Moreover, in the Washington suburbs Governor O'Malley is pushing for a rapid bus line for the purple line. After elected officials spend millions of dollars for this rapid bus line, what will we own? Some buses and a road. When the money runs out, what is left? Nothing. Maybe some old buses. If the state invests in a subway you will always have a subway. It's there. No one is going to fill it in with dirt and make it go away. A rapid bus line is not a transportation investment. It's an unproven transportation cost to the state with only short-term benefits. Subways are proven long-term investments with long-term benefits.
In Montgomery and Frederick Counties there is now a war brewing about expanding Interstate 270. Most will argue that expanding the highway will further destroy the environment and only encourage more urban sprawl. My argument is that the Washington D.C. area is growing like crazy. What do you plan on doing with all of those people that want to move there? Not everyone wants to live in a 1200 unit high-rise condominium next to a subway line.
Officials can concentrate the growth in certain areas, but the area is growing and without updating the infrastructure, transportation will only get worse. Encouraging people to use the bus will not improve the situation. However, including an extension of the red line in the expansion project up to the northwest part of the county will certainly encourage more ridership and reduce highway congestion.
These projects cost a lot of money, billions of dollars, in fact. But our elected officials need to look at long-term solutions and consider them investments. They need to avoid the short-sighted money-saving ideas. Instead of planting the annuals, let's plant the perennials. In 50 years, Martin O'Malley will only be a nightmare from the past to my generation, but if the proper investments are made in transportation, in 50 years we will still have a efficient functioning subway system that will make us proud.
In an era of economic recession, it's almost counter-intuitive to think that Maryland Governor Martin O'Malley is running to the Congress with his hat in hand asking for more money. But with our 'just print more money' President, it's not entirely out of the question for O'Malley to do this.
Because of its geography and the inbred culture of being against everything that is proposed, Maryland is burdened with an inadequate transportation system that is the ire of travelers, commuters, and freight haulers alike. Washington D.C. has done an excellent job of investing in its transportation infrastructure and has one of the better integrated subway systems outside of New York.
Baltimore, on the other hand, has the dubious distinction of having a one-line subway (which most people don't even know about) that runs from Owings Mills in the northwest corner of Baltimore County to Baltimore's fleeting business district and on to Johns Hopkins Hospital. If you don't live on this route or work downtown, it's totally useless to you. In addition to that, there is the north-south light rail line that cuts its path through the county and into the city and south to that airport with the overbearingly long name.
To make matters as complicated as possible, transportation officials, politicians, and warring residents made sure that these 2 transportation projects did not have an integrated exchange, despite overlapping near Lexington Market.
In an effort to make Baltimore's public transportation a more viable option for commuters, Governor O'Malley is pushing for the infamous red line, an east-west line that will connect the Woodlawn \ Social Security area on the west side, to the Essex suburbs on the east side, with connections in the downtown business district and running through Fell's Point.
Believe it or not, I am in favor of a more comprehensive public transportation system in the state. I worked downtown and took the subway everyday for 4 years. Despite my run-in's with crazy homeless people and the miscreant middle school kids, it was the most convenient and time-efficient way to get to work. And when we go to Washington D.C. we nearly always take the Metro.
In addition to the red line project in Baltimore, Governor O'Malley is also asking for money for the Purple line in Washington, which will connect Northwest Washington with Northeast Washington, a cross-county suburban transportation line unlike the other lines which run into the city and back out again. There is also the Intercounty Connector (ICC) which is already in the building stage. And finally there is the expansion of I-270, one of the most congested highways in the country.
It appears as if our leaders will be pushing for a light rail line for the red line and most likely a rapid bus plan for the purple line. I understand their desire to get something up and running at the least possible cost, but they seem to be ignoring investments. Just because a transportation project is less expensive and "visible" does not make it better. When you are in Washington, D.C. or New York City, you do not see the subway lines, but they are there and they are great for moving around. Neither disrupt the above ground transportation of the city and neither are unsightly, at least until they get out into the suburbs where they come above ground and become an eyesore.
Instead of making the investment in an unseen subway, O'Malley is pushing for a light rail for the red line, which will carve up the city even further. In addition to being unsightly, the light rail also intersects roadways, creating dangerous situations at crossroads, and the light rail is not as fast. The Baltimore subway moves at about 70 mph above ground, whereas the light rail moves at about 40-50 mph. With a subway line the transportation grid will be able to move people in and out of the city at a much faster and convenient rate.
Moreover, in the Washington suburbs Governor O'Malley is pushing for a rapid bus line for the purple line. After elected officials spend millions of dollars for this rapid bus line, what will we own? Some buses and a road. When the money runs out, what is left? Nothing. Maybe some old buses. If the state invests in a subway you will always have a subway. It's there. No one is going to fill it in with dirt and make it go away. A rapid bus line is not a transportation investment. It's an unproven transportation cost to the state with only short-term benefits. Subways are proven long-term investments with long-term benefits.
In Montgomery and Frederick Counties there is now a war brewing about expanding Interstate 270. Most will argue that expanding the highway will further destroy the environment and only encourage more urban sprawl. My argument is that the Washington D.C. area is growing like crazy. What do you plan on doing with all of those people that want to move there? Not everyone wants to live in a 1200 unit high-rise condominium next to a subway line.
Officials can concentrate the growth in certain areas, but the area is growing and without updating the infrastructure, transportation will only get worse. Encouraging people to use the bus will not improve the situation. However, including an extension of the red line in the expansion project up to the northwest part of the county will certainly encourage more ridership and reduce highway congestion.
These projects cost a lot of money, billions of dollars, in fact. But our elected officials need to look at long-term solutions and consider them investments. They need to avoid the short-sighted money-saving ideas. Instead of planting the annuals, let's plant the perennials. In 50 years, Martin O'Malley will only be a nightmare from the past to my generation, but if the proper investments are made in transportation, in 50 years we will still have a efficient functioning subway system that will make us proud.
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Eve off to CURVExpo NYC!
Eve is currently on her way to CURVExpo in NYC!
CURVExpo was created in 2007 as a bi-annual showcase of high-end lingerie, women's swimwear and men's underwear and is currently the only show of it's kind in North America.
CURVExpo was created in 2007 as a bi-annual showcase of high-end lingerie, women's swimwear and men's underwear and is currently the only show of it's kind in North America.
The 3 day event will take place August 2nd-4th, 2009 in New York, NY and September 1st - 2nd in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Both of the upcoming Curve shows will be featuring the Spring and Summer 2010 collections of over 250 International brands.
For more information, dates, times, and locations of both CURVExpo events please visit the official CURVExpo website!
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I am Adam, and I have an apple!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
It's Almost Time ...
So the super damn hot and sweet Keshi gave me this award…
Yeah, that was like last week. What’s your point?
Anyway, she gave it to me because I’msexy, sensitive and a great cuddler very insightful and totally nailed a little quiz like thingy she did on her blog. Anyway, if you don’t read Keshi’s blog then you suck. Okay, maybe you don’t suck, but you probably do need to think about where your life is going.
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My entry for this week’s CIWTFF (The meme that Candice didn’t really start, but I liked so I’m doing it anyway) is Rashida Jones…
From “The Office” and “Parks and Recreation.” Did you see her legs (and the rest of her) on Craig Ferguson this week? Totally freaking awesome. She charmed the pants off me right through the TV. Uh .. anyway …
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So tonight was the Beerfest held at the White House by Pres. Obama. He has invited Henry Gates andBriscoe and Logan Officer James Crowley to have a beer and probably a cheeseburger and solve all race issues or something.
Personally I was hoping that when they all met for the photo op, Obama would pull out his wallet and show Crowley some ID and “proof” that they were at his residence. Come on now, you KNOW that would have been hilarious.
Well, everyone except the stick up their butts white people and our “elite” media would think it was funny. Those people have no sense of humor at all.
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I also enjoyed this story today that Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz were both on the doping list in 2003. Not because it’s another blow to the arrogant Boston sports fans. No, I enjoyed that because it gives people another opportunity to be outraged and appalled and moralize about players who don’t play for THEIR team. It’s funny how people are so quick to go after players on other teams, but never seem to get around to criticizing players on their favorite team for the same or worse transgressions.
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Which brings me to Mike Vick. (Just go with it, people) Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a huge animal lover. And dogs are pretty much at the top of that list. Snakes are at the bottom, but we won’t worry about them. And, I don’t want to upset little Cosette cause she’s a French breed and we all know those French can hold a grudge.
But, I do believe that Vick should be allowed back in the NFL. Since we can’t stick him in a cage with all of his dogs, we might as well let him play football. Let’s be real here. The NFL is full of really shitty people. Drug abusers, wife abusers, deadbeat dads, felons and people who have taken human lives. And if you think about it, Vick is the only one of all the criminals in the NFL who has been made to actually pay a debt to society.
Other’s have gotten 3 weeks in jail for running a pedestrian down. Some have gotten a stern talking to for beating the hell outta their wives. Others have done three months, scheduled so that he wouldn’t miss the season, for being a part of a business transaction where a trunk full of cocaine was moved.
Let’s not be total hypocrites about Vick. He’s scum, but he’s no worse than a whole lot of the people in that league.
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Which brings me to Fantasy Football!
Hell yeah people! It’s just about time to get ready for fantasy football season again. I’m moving the Cynical Blog League over to ESPN.com this year. I think it just works out better. Plus, you can use ESPN Mobile to play on your phone. I know that the kids are into those things these days.
Of course, people who played last year get first dibs on playing this year. I’m sticking to a 12 team league too. I know of two people who won’t be playing, so that leaves 12 from last year. If they all play then the league is full. If any of them don’t want to play I’ll have openings. Unless I decide to go with 10 teams.
Anyway, who’s playing?
Here are last years players:
Tali*
Dianne
Corky
Dana
Bond
Rockdog
Matt-Man
Emmy
M
Hannah (NeBaby)
Formerly Fab
Kat
And our defending champion ..
Karen!
*Tali basically stopped playing about halfway through the season last year and didn't respond to my emails. Therefore the League Commissioner has dismissed her from the league. He's a real hard ass.
Yeah, that was like last week. What’s your point?
Anyway, she gave it to me because I’m
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My entry for this week’s CIWTFF (The meme that Candice didn’t really start, but I liked so I’m doing it anyway) is Rashida Jones…
From “The Office” and “Parks and Recreation.” Did you see her legs (and the rest of her) on Craig Ferguson this week? Totally freaking awesome. She charmed the pants off me right through the TV. Uh .. anyway …
--
So tonight was the Beerfest held at the White House by Pres. Obama. He has invited Henry Gates and
Personally I was hoping that when they all met for the photo op, Obama would pull out his wallet and show Crowley some ID and “proof” that they were at his residence. Come on now, you KNOW that would have been hilarious.
Well, everyone except the stick up their butts white people and our “elite” media would think it was funny. Those people have no sense of humor at all.
--
I also enjoyed this story today that Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz were both on the doping list in 2003. Not because it’s another blow to the arrogant Boston sports fans. No, I enjoyed that because it gives people another opportunity to be outraged and appalled and moralize about players who don’t play for THEIR team. It’s funny how people are so quick to go after players on other teams, but never seem to get around to criticizing players on their favorite team for the same or worse transgressions.
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Which brings me to Mike Vick. (Just go with it, people) Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a huge animal lover. And dogs are pretty much at the top of that list. Snakes are at the bottom, but we won’t worry about them. And, I don’t want to upset little Cosette cause she’s a French breed and we all know those French can hold a grudge.
But, I do believe that Vick should be allowed back in the NFL. Since we can’t stick him in a cage with all of his dogs, we might as well let him play football. Let’s be real here. The NFL is full of really shitty people. Drug abusers, wife abusers, deadbeat dads, felons and people who have taken human lives. And if you think about it, Vick is the only one of all the criminals in the NFL who has been made to actually pay a debt to society.
Other’s have gotten 3 weeks in jail for running a pedestrian down. Some have gotten a stern talking to for beating the hell outta their wives. Others have done three months, scheduled so that he wouldn’t miss the season, for being a part of a business transaction where a trunk full of cocaine was moved.
Let’s not be total hypocrites about Vick. He’s scum, but he’s no worse than a whole lot of the people in that league.
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Which brings me to Fantasy Football!
Hell yeah people! It’s just about time to get ready for fantasy football season again. I’m moving the Cynical Blog League over to ESPN.com this year. I think it just works out better. Plus, you can use ESPN Mobile to play on your phone. I know that the kids are into those things these days.
Of course, people who played last year get first dibs on playing this year. I’m sticking to a 12 team league too. I know of two people who won’t be playing, so that leaves 12 from last year. If they all play then the league is full. If any of them don’t want to play I’ll have openings. Unless I decide to go with 10 teams.
Anyway, who’s playing?
Here are last years players:
Tali*
Dianne
Corky
Dana
Bond
Rockdog
Matt-Man
Emmy
M
Hannah (NeBaby)
Formerly Fab
Kat
And our defending champion ..
Karen!
*Tali basically stopped playing about halfway through the season last year and didn't respond to my emails. Therefore the League Commissioner has dismissed her from the league. He's a real hard ass.
Drawn and quartered: Sandler bares his soul
Funny People has confirmed something that I’ve known for a very long time: Adam Sandler is marginally proud of his bird-brained, baby-voiced comedies like Billy Madison, but please don’t carve their titles onto his headstone when he dies.
Life needs more substance, he comes to learn, and substance can’t be found in silly voices and situational comedies where he adopts a kid to make picking up women easier (Big Daddy) or that one with a magic remote control that could mute out his nagging wife (Click). And, apparently, beating people senseless was counterproductive on some sort of metaphysical level.
Say what you will about Adam Sandler — and I’ve said a lot of mean, hateful things (all justified) in reviews over the years — but he bares his soul in Funny People, a movie that could easily be his life story, or swan song. In fact, the film opens with real home videos of a teenage Adam Sandler prank calling restaurants and wandering around New York City. This is pre-SNL Sandler, and he has this sparkle in his eye as he tells a restaurant manager in an elderly woman's voice that "the roast beef is really good, but it makes me go to the bathroom every time." Of course, Sandler grows up to become a megastar, which is basically the route Funny People follows. Where Sandler ends and George Simmons, the character he plays, begins is a seamless, fluid transition that is almost imperceptible. It’s a testament to Sandler’s abilities, of which he has many (Punch-Drunk Love, Reign Over Me) when he’s not chasing invisible penguins or, and I quote, “shlibby-dibby-doo gally-hoo-hoo.”
Simmons is a Hollywood comedy star whose films could easily be real Sandler vehicles, including one where he plays a man transformed into a baby with a giant adult head, and another where he plays the bumbling oceanic superhero Merman. These blockbuster films have alienated him from real comedy, especially from his roots, stand-up, where people much funnier and much more talented than him stare up at his mega-grossing comedy with bitterness and resentment — call it the Dane Cook Syndrome. Or maybe the model was really Eddie Murphy, who started raw and ended up doing kiddie comedies with talking animals and day care children.
Anyway, a funny thing happens: George gets an incurable form of blood disease. Suddenly his reign on top — alone with no wife, no children and no real happiness — doesn’t feel so glorious. In a bid to recommit himself to life, what little of it he has left, he hits the comedy circuit, calls his ex-girlfriend to apologize and begins eBaying all his unopened Hollywood freebies. Helping him through all this is Ira (Seth Rogen), an amateur comic George meets at a Los Angeles comedy club. Ira, seeing an opportunity to write for a legitimate star, jumps aboard not realizing the implications caused by George's celebrity personality.
The film’s highest priority is the salvation of George’s broken and barren soul, but the buddy-buddy relationship between Ira and George comes in a close second. They’re both commiserating Jewish comics, both playful wordsmiths and both are hopeless when it comes to women, although George is fairly good with the one-night-stands, including one who asks for the Merman call during the big show. The two comics share one key difference, though: Ira’s comedy is organically funny and George's is forced and synthetic coming from a man who no longer experiences life from the perspective of a normal person. It goes back to an old saying: Never trust a comic who arrives to the show in a limousine.
In these types of films — call them Illness Movies — it’s typical to see the dying person change for the better. Funny People abandons many of the clichés, including that one: George is still a self-centered jerk, still a pompous windbag, still a hack comedian with a bad catalog of pictures. He barks at Ira, orders him to fetch Diet Cokes, steals his potential sleeping partners and he pulls the celebrity card too frequently. But the film doesn’t apologize for his behavior. It simply exhibits it as a form of character study: Here's a man who's laughing on the outside and crying on the inside. And even that dynamic fails him in the end.
Funny People is largely about George and Ira (sadly, no Gershwin turns up), even though the rest of the cast could fill up three other comedy movies. Jonah Hill (Superbad) plays Ira’s tightly wound roommate, as does Jason Schwartzman, whose character is on one of those laugh-tracky high school sitcoms that real comedians groan at. The always-terrific Leslie Mann (Knocked Up and the director's wife) plays an ex-girlfriend who wants George back after discovering her husband (Eric Bana) is cheating on her in China, with massage therapists no less. Refreshing newcomer Aubrey Plaza plays Ira’s crush, an emotionless comedienne with a 10-day window. Oh, and the cameos, there’s plenty: Paul Reiser, Andy Dick, Norm McDonald, Eminem, Ray Romano, Sarah Silverman and Wu-Tang founder the RZA manning a deli counter.
As many people as there are, though, George is never outplayed or overwhelmed. He and Sandler are the stars, and the famous director, comedy juggernaut Judd Apatow, knows this and gives them ample time to share their stories. And as funny as it is, it’s also very mature and focused, even if there are more wiener jokes than at an Oscar Meyer stockholder’s meeting. In one scene Ira turns to James Taylor to ask if he ever gets tired of playing "Fire & Rain," to which Taylor responds to the comedian, "Well, do you ever get tired of talking about your dick?" Touche, Mr. Taylor, touche. The film is a little long at 150 minutes, but I liked that Apatow allowed his characters time to grow, or maybe just shrivel in George's case.
Funny People is a lonely, unapologetic look into a man’s deepest fears — being forgotten. Watching it you can see why funny people like Chris Farley, John Candy and John Belushi went through bouts of depression before self-medicating the solitude away. Sandler, it seems, has beaten that trend and Funny People is the proof.
Life needs more substance, he comes to learn, and substance can’t be found in silly voices and situational comedies where he adopts a kid to make picking up women easier (Big Daddy) or that one with a magic remote control that could mute out his nagging wife (Click). And, apparently, beating people senseless was counterproductive on some sort of metaphysical level.
Say what you will about Adam Sandler — and I’ve said a lot of mean, hateful things (all justified) in reviews over the years — but he bares his soul in Funny People, a movie that could easily be his life story, or swan song. In fact, the film opens with real home videos of a teenage Adam Sandler prank calling restaurants and wandering around New York City. This is pre-SNL Sandler, and he has this sparkle in his eye as he tells a restaurant manager in an elderly woman's voice that "the roast beef is really good, but it makes me go to the bathroom every time." Of course, Sandler grows up to become a megastar, which is basically the route Funny People follows. Where Sandler ends and George Simmons, the character he plays, begins is a seamless, fluid transition that is almost imperceptible. It’s a testament to Sandler’s abilities, of which he has many (Punch-Drunk Love, Reign Over Me) when he’s not chasing invisible penguins or, and I quote, “shlibby-dibby-doo gally-hoo-hoo.”
Simmons is a Hollywood comedy star whose films could easily be real Sandler vehicles, including one where he plays a man transformed into a baby with a giant adult head, and another where he plays the bumbling oceanic superhero Merman. These blockbuster films have alienated him from real comedy, especially from his roots, stand-up, where people much funnier and much more talented than him stare up at his mega-grossing comedy with bitterness and resentment — call it the Dane Cook Syndrome. Or maybe the model was really Eddie Murphy, who started raw and ended up doing kiddie comedies with talking animals and day care children.
Anyway, a funny thing happens: George gets an incurable form of blood disease. Suddenly his reign on top — alone with no wife, no children and no real happiness — doesn’t feel so glorious. In a bid to recommit himself to life, what little of it he has left, he hits the comedy circuit, calls his ex-girlfriend to apologize and begins eBaying all his unopened Hollywood freebies. Helping him through all this is Ira (Seth Rogen), an amateur comic George meets at a Los Angeles comedy club. Ira, seeing an opportunity to write for a legitimate star, jumps aboard not realizing the implications caused by George's celebrity personality.
The film’s highest priority is the salvation of George’s broken and barren soul, but the buddy-buddy relationship between Ira and George comes in a close second. They’re both commiserating Jewish comics, both playful wordsmiths and both are hopeless when it comes to women, although George is fairly good with the one-night-stands, including one who asks for the Merman call during the big show. The two comics share one key difference, though: Ira’s comedy is organically funny and George's is forced and synthetic coming from a man who no longer experiences life from the perspective of a normal person. It goes back to an old saying: Never trust a comic who arrives to the show in a limousine.
In these types of films — call them Illness Movies — it’s typical to see the dying person change for the better. Funny People abandons many of the clichés, including that one: George is still a self-centered jerk, still a pompous windbag, still a hack comedian with a bad catalog of pictures. He barks at Ira, orders him to fetch Diet Cokes, steals his potential sleeping partners and he pulls the celebrity card too frequently. But the film doesn’t apologize for his behavior. It simply exhibits it as a form of character study: Here's a man who's laughing on the outside and crying on the inside. And even that dynamic fails him in the end.
Funny People is largely about George and Ira (sadly, no Gershwin turns up), even though the rest of the cast could fill up three other comedy movies. Jonah Hill (Superbad) plays Ira’s tightly wound roommate, as does Jason Schwartzman, whose character is on one of those laugh-tracky high school sitcoms that real comedians groan at. The always-terrific Leslie Mann (Knocked Up and the director's wife) plays an ex-girlfriend who wants George back after discovering her husband (Eric Bana) is cheating on her in China, with massage therapists no less. Refreshing newcomer Aubrey Plaza plays Ira’s crush, an emotionless comedienne with a 10-day window. Oh, and the cameos, there’s plenty: Paul Reiser, Andy Dick, Norm McDonald, Eminem, Ray Romano, Sarah Silverman and Wu-Tang founder the RZA manning a deli counter.
As many people as there are, though, George is never outplayed or overwhelmed. He and Sandler are the stars, and the famous director, comedy juggernaut Judd Apatow, knows this and gives them ample time to share their stories. And as funny as it is, it’s also very mature and focused, even if there are more wiener jokes than at an Oscar Meyer stockholder’s meeting. In one scene Ira turns to James Taylor to ask if he ever gets tired of playing "Fire & Rain," to which Taylor responds to the comedian, "Well, do you ever get tired of talking about your dick?" Touche, Mr. Taylor, touche. The film is a little long at 150 minutes, but I liked that Apatow allowed his characters time to grow, or maybe just shrivel in George's case.
Funny People is a lonely, unapologetic look into a man’s deepest fears — being forgotten. Watching it you can see why funny people like Chris Farley, John Candy and John Belushi went through bouts of depression before self-medicating the solitude away. Sandler, it seems, has beaten that trend and Funny People is the proof.
Follow Your Love
My very dear friend, filmmaker Richard Dutcher (God's Army, Brigham City, Falling, Evil Angel...) was recently asked by a local school to speak at it's graduation. I'm so happy he was. The address given was so beautifully brilliant that I asked if he would allow me to share. Read it. Read it again. Then read it to your teens. And then read it to them again.
WALDEN SCHOOL COMMENCEMENT – 2009
Aspen Grove, Utah
Follow Your Love
By Richard Dutcher
My friend Teddy came up to me not long before my graduation from high school. We were both actors. What he said to me really surprised me. He said, “Richard, if I’m not famous by the time I’m 21…I’m going to kill myself.”
I remember thinking two things. First of all, that he was completely serious. Second, that I was a far better actor and even I didn’t expect to be famous until I was 22.
We graduated and went our separate ways. I remember when I turned 21 I thought about Teddy and, not having seen him in any movies or on TV, I wondered if he had kept his vow. I never knew what happened. Recently I remembered him. I wondered if he was still around. I got on my computer to see if he had a Facebook page. Sure enough, there he was, with a big smile on his face and a pretty woman in his arms.
Teddy has never become famous. Not even close. (In fact, he only has about 12 Facebook friends.) And he doesn’t do any acting anymore. But he seems happy. And now, with some maturity, his priorities have changed. His perspective is focused less inward and more outward. Now, instead of saying “Richard, if I don’t get famous I’m going to kill myself,” he says: “Richard, if you get any more famous, I’m going to kill you.”
This, I believe, is a much healthier attitude.
At 19, I put my personal ambitions on hold and I went to Mexico to be a missionary because I believed at the time that God wanted me to do it. When I came home at 21 I was full of energy, ready to get back into the world, ready to go out and achieve all the things I had always wanted to achieve. I wanted to make movies. I wanted to marry a wonderful woman and have about a dozen kids. I wanted to write some good novels. Despite the fact that I didn’t have any money, I wanted to immediately get back into college. After watching me as I worked my butt off to get money for college, and seeing that I was already studying on my own, and hearing me talk about all the things I wanted to do, and listening to me express my frustration at how slowly things were going, my stepfather said something that made me think. He said, “Richard, you’re a young man. You can slow down. There’s going to be plenty of time to do all the things you want to do in life.”
I thought about that. I let it sink in and I decided, and I still believe with all my heart, that he was dead wrong.
You see, life is short and it goes by fast. It can end for any one of us at any time and, despite what you believe, there’s no guarantee that there’s anything else. A lot of people believe that this life, our lives, are to be lived for the reward of something after this life. I believe, in the deepest center of my soul, that this is horse shit.
My high school friend Mike was the president of the senior class. I was the student body vice president. We both had a lot of things we wanted to do, to experience, to be in life. The winter following graduation, Mike went on a snowmobile trip with another friend. Just as he had done several times before. But this time they got lost. The sun went down. It got very cold. Mike decided that the smart thing to do was to build a snow cave and try to stay warm and make it through the night. His friend decided it would be better to walk, even if he couldn’t find help. At least he would stay warm.
His friend walked for several hours and finally found other people. A team was already looking for them. Although the friend was exhausted and frostbitten, he led the team to Mike’s cave. They called for him. He didn’t come out. They pulled him out, and he was dead. At 19.
He was a smart young man. A handsome young man. A good young man. And his life was over. And whether your time comes at 19 or 49 or 89 or 109, I believe the same questions will go through your mind: “What was the story of my life? What did I do? What did I love? Who did I love? Am I loved? What did I experience? What did I learn? How did I grow?”
In high school I was forced to go to a guidance counselor and take aptitude tests to determine what I should do in life. My teachers seemed to ignore the fact that I already knew what I was going to do in life. I knew from the first time I saw a movie when I was six years old that I was going to make movies, but I still had to take the damn test. Because I was told that wanting to make movies was an unrealistic expectation.
Afterwards, the guidance counselor told me that he wasn’t sure what I should do. Maybe be a doctor or a lawyer because I had the aptitude and because they make a lot of money. And that I should probably join the Army and put in a few years because then they would help me with the costs of college.
Looking back on it, it strikes me as ridiculous. My high school sent young kids, full of promise and hope, to a miserable middle-aged guy who didn’t know what the hell he wanted to do with his life, or he probably wanted to be a rock star when he was a kid, but he never got around to it and so he ended up as a guidance counselor in a windowless office that he had to share with two other middle aged “counselors.”
I remember being baffled that he would think I had an aptitude for the military. I knew myself well enough at age16 to know that I would be one of the worst soldiers in the history of the armed forces. I later learned from a recruiter that guidance counselors often get what amounts to a kick-back, a little bit of money every time they “recommend” someone who actually joins the service. So this man was willing to guide me along the path of life, to counsel me into the military and perhaps onto a battlefield, in order to collect a couple of hundred dollars from the the U.S. Army.
Beware who you listen to.
I’m not one to give other people advice, to tell other people how they should live their lives. However, I didn’t ask to speak today. I was asked. So…seeing as how I was asked…and seeing as how my oldest son is one of you…I do have a message for you. For all of you. But especially for my son. For Lucas.
“Follow your love.”
What do I mean by that? Just that. Follow Your Love. Unless, of course, your love is a boy or a girl. In which case, be sure you don’t follow to close or you might get arrested.
Follow Your Love.
That’s not something anybody ever told me. No guidance counselors, no teachers, no bishops or clergymen, no parents.
Somehow I knew that on my own. I think, as a young child, I grew up watching adults and being very aware of how miserable and screwed up so many of their lives were. And how the smartest thing to do would be to ask their advice, and whatever they said…do the exact opposite. If they tell you to go work at Novell, you should probably go play a guitar on a street corner in San Francisco.
If they tell you put as much money as you can into the 401k, you should probably go spend it on a Jaguar and a really great home entertainment system.
Be who you know in your heart that you should be. If you’re a scientist, if that’s your love, be a scientist. If you’re an artist, be an artist. If you’re a social worker or a teacher or a businessman or an astronaut or an accountant or a rock star or a truck driver or a filmmaker or a guidance counselor or a gay activist. Follow Your Love.
I had another friend in high school, Sammy Chick, who wanted to be a truck driver. Honestly. He LOVED trucks. He wanted to own his own rig and spend his whole life on the highway. It’s practically all he ever talked about. I hope he did it.
Follow Your Love. It’s the advice I give myself when I’m not sure where to go or what to do. It’s advice that has served me well.
I knew I wanted to make movies. Something no one in my family had ever DREAMED of. But I loved movies, clearly more than anyone in my family or in Mt. Vernon, Illinois, had ever loved movies, so I followed that circus right out of town.
And the funny thing about following your love is, even though it may take a very long time for you to arrive at her feet, or even though you may never arrive, you find the journey to be pleasant, sometimes fun, often beautiful, and always worth the trouble. Whatever the trouble is. And, believe me, sometimes the trouble gets very thick.
One day, while studying filmmaking and simultaneously dating many women looking for my life’s mate, I was at an audition and I looked across the room and I saw the young woman that I had been looking for. I watched the way she talked and the way she moved and the way she acted, and I knew that she belonged with me. That I wanted her in my life. Is there love at first sight? Absolutely. And there’s a whole wonderful romantic story to tell about that, but we don’t have time. What I DO want to point out is that I didn’t find her at some bar or at a singles’ dance or at a Saturday night party. As fun as those places can be, they’re not the best places to find a soul mate. I found my romantic love, unexpectedly, as I was busy following my professional love.
You see, as I was walking down my path, the path that I knew was making me happy, giving me joy, and that would lead me where I wanted to go, one day I look to my side and there’s this wonderful girl whose own path had intersected mine. You see, she was following her love, too. And we found ourselves walking together. And it was easy to be friends and it was easy to be lovers. We liked the same things, we loved the same things, we liked hanging around with the same kind of people (generally).
Follow your Love. Live your life IN and looking for YOUR happiness. That’s how and where you’ll find your lover. If you want one.
And what if you don’t KNOW what your love is? Well, find it. Go out and find it. Maybe you do know what you love, but you’ve been told it isn’t practical. Forget that.
Maybe you know what you love, but there are people around you discouraging you. Then go away to college or to another city and leave them behind. They think they’re helping you; they’re not. It’s your life. Go live it. You can always go back and visit the well-meaning obstacles for a few days at Thanksgiving and Christmas, but go live your life.
Or maybe you’ve always had your needs well taken care of and you generally haven’t LOVED anything, WANTED anything with a PASSION. Well…I don’t know. I can’t relate. Honestly. There are things I want as badly as a man dying of thirst in the desert wants a bucket of water. Maybe, if you really don’t know what you want, you need to go into the desert, metaphorically speaking of course, and discover what your water is. What you have to have or else you’ll die.
Remember: It’s your life. It doesn’t belong to your parents, your family, your church, your employer, your country, or your friends. It’s yours. Own it. Live it.
Also: Life is short and there are no guarantees. Listen to your heart. Follow Your Love.
When I attended my 10 year high school reunion I was shocked at how many of my classmates had already given up. They had found, after only ten years, that life was hard, that love didn’t always happen or didn’t always work out. They had found that somehow they had lost their dreams. Life at 28 was a disappointment. Many of them had clearly already just settled in for the ride. They were going to let this big ugly bus take them wherever it was going.
That was a shame. A damn shame. At 28. Are you kidding me?
In the words of Al Capone, “It’s not over until it’s over.” (That’s from the movie The Untouchables, not from real life, of course. But it’s still true).
An older friend of mine once told me, “I’ve done everything I’ve ever wanted to do in life. But it has always taken me a hell of a lot longer to do it than I expected.”
I ran into a friend of mine at the theater recently. Her name is Marilyn. She’s a writer, and she’s a beautiful woman, and she’s probably 70 years old. As we talked she spoke with passion about the book she is writing and about the future books she wants to write. Many people, at her age, are just watching television and waiting for the end, waiting for someone to cover them with dirt. But she’s still working, still living, still learning, still dreaming. She’s an inspiration to me.
I hope you’re not seeing life as my friend Teddy once did. I hope you’re not planning to jump off a skyscraper if you haven’t won the Nobel Prize by age 25. I hope you’re not thinking as my stepfather did, because you don’t have all the time in the world. I hope you can see life as my friend Marilyn sees it and that you live long lives filled with wonder, achievement, beauty, happiness, love and passion.
Final summation:
Life is short. There are no guarantees.
It’s your life. Own it.
Listen to Your Heart.
Follow Your Love.
It’s Not Over Until It’s Over.
And, in the words of Winston Churchill: “Never never never never give up.”
WALDEN SCHOOL COMMENCEMENT – 2009
Aspen Grove, Utah
Follow Your Love
By Richard Dutcher
My friend Teddy came up to me not long before my graduation from high school. We were both actors. What he said to me really surprised me. He said, “Richard, if I’m not famous by the time I’m 21…I’m going to kill myself.”
I remember thinking two things. First of all, that he was completely serious. Second, that I was a far better actor and even I didn’t expect to be famous until I was 22.
We graduated and went our separate ways. I remember when I turned 21 I thought about Teddy and, not having seen him in any movies or on TV, I wondered if he had kept his vow. I never knew what happened. Recently I remembered him. I wondered if he was still around. I got on my computer to see if he had a Facebook page. Sure enough, there he was, with a big smile on his face and a pretty woman in his arms.
Teddy has never become famous. Not even close. (In fact, he only has about 12 Facebook friends.) And he doesn’t do any acting anymore. But he seems happy. And now, with some maturity, his priorities have changed. His perspective is focused less inward and more outward. Now, instead of saying “Richard, if I don’t get famous I’m going to kill myself,” he says: “Richard, if you get any more famous, I’m going to kill you.”
This, I believe, is a much healthier attitude.
At 19, I put my personal ambitions on hold and I went to Mexico to be a missionary because I believed at the time that God wanted me to do it. When I came home at 21 I was full of energy, ready to get back into the world, ready to go out and achieve all the things I had always wanted to achieve. I wanted to make movies. I wanted to marry a wonderful woman and have about a dozen kids. I wanted to write some good novels. Despite the fact that I didn’t have any money, I wanted to immediately get back into college. After watching me as I worked my butt off to get money for college, and seeing that I was already studying on my own, and hearing me talk about all the things I wanted to do, and listening to me express my frustration at how slowly things were going, my stepfather said something that made me think. He said, “Richard, you’re a young man. You can slow down. There’s going to be plenty of time to do all the things you want to do in life.”
I thought about that. I let it sink in and I decided, and I still believe with all my heart, that he was dead wrong.
You see, life is short and it goes by fast. It can end for any one of us at any time and, despite what you believe, there’s no guarantee that there’s anything else. A lot of people believe that this life, our lives, are to be lived for the reward of something after this life. I believe, in the deepest center of my soul, that this is horse shit.
My high school friend Mike was the president of the senior class. I was the student body vice president. We both had a lot of things we wanted to do, to experience, to be in life. The winter following graduation, Mike went on a snowmobile trip with another friend. Just as he had done several times before. But this time they got lost. The sun went down. It got very cold. Mike decided that the smart thing to do was to build a snow cave and try to stay warm and make it through the night. His friend decided it would be better to walk, even if he couldn’t find help. At least he would stay warm.
His friend walked for several hours and finally found other people. A team was already looking for them. Although the friend was exhausted and frostbitten, he led the team to Mike’s cave. They called for him. He didn’t come out. They pulled him out, and he was dead. At 19.
He was a smart young man. A handsome young man. A good young man. And his life was over. And whether your time comes at 19 or 49 or 89 or 109, I believe the same questions will go through your mind: “What was the story of my life? What did I do? What did I love? Who did I love? Am I loved? What did I experience? What did I learn? How did I grow?”
In high school I was forced to go to a guidance counselor and take aptitude tests to determine what I should do in life. My teachers seemed to ignore the fact that I already knew what I was going to do in life. I knew from the first time I saw a movie when I was six years old that I was going to make movies, but I still had to take the damn test. Because I was told that wanting to make movies was an unrealistic expectation.
Afterwards, the guidance counselor told me that he wasn’t sure what I should do. Maybe be a doctor or a lawyer because I had the aptitude and because they make a lot of money. And that I should probably join the Army and put in a few years because then they would help me with the costs of college.
Looking back on it, it strikes me as ridiculous. My high school sent young kids, full of promise and hope, to a miserable middle-aged guy who didn’t know what the hell he wanted to do with his life, or he probably wanted to be a rock star when he was a kid, but he never got around to it and so he ended up as a guidance counselor in a windowless office that he had to share with two other middle aged “counselors.”
I remember being baffled that he would think I had an aptitude for the military. I knew myself well enough at age16 to know that I would be one of the worst soldiers in the history of the armed forces. I later learned from a recruiter that guidance counselors often get what amounts to a kick-back, a little bit of money every time they “recommend” someone who actually joins the service. So this man was willing to guide me along the path of life, to counsel me into the military and perhaps onto a battlefield, in order to collect a couple of hundred dollars from the the U.S. Army.
Beware who you listen to.
I’m not one to give other people advice, to tell other people how they should live their lives. However, I didn’t ask to speak today. I was asked. So…seeing as how I was asked…and seeing as how my oldest son is one of you…I do have a message for you. For all of you. But especially for my son. For Lucas.
“Follow your love.”
What do I mean by that? Just that. Follow Your Love. Unless, of course, your love is a boy or a girl. In which case, be sure you don’t follow to close or you might get arrested.
Follow Your Love.
That’s not something anybody ever told me. No guidance counselors, no teachers, no bishops or clergymen, no parents.
Somehow I knew that on my own. I think, as a young child, I grew up watching adults and being very aware of how miserable and screwed up so many of their lives were. And how the smartest thing to do would be to ask their advice, and whatever they said…do the exact opposite. If they tell you to go work at Novell, you should probably go play a guitar on a street corner in San Francisco.
If they tell you put as much money as you can into the 401k, you should probably go spend it on a Jaguar and a really great home entertainment system.
Be who you know in your heart that you should be. If you’re a scientist, if that’s your love, be a scientist. If you’re an artist, be an artist. If you’re a social worker or a teacher or a businessman or an astronaut or an accountant or a rock star or a truck driver or a filmmaker or a guidance counselor or a gay activist. Follow Your Love.
I had another friend in high school, Sammy Chick, who wanted to be a truck driver. Honestly. He LOVED trucks. He wanted to own his own rig and spend his whole life on the highway. It’s practically all he ever talked about. I hope he did it.
Follow Your Love. It’s the advice I give myself when I’m not sure where to go or what to do. It’s advice that has served me well.
I knew I wanted to make movies. Something no one in my family had ever DREAMED of. But I loved movies, clearly more than anyone in my family or in Mt. Vernon, Illinois, had ever loved movies, so I followed that circus right out of town.
And the funny thing about following your love is, even though it may take a very long time for you to arrive at her feet, or even though you may never arrive, you find the journey to be pleasant, sometimes fun, often beautiful, and always worth the trouble. Whatever the trouble is. And, believe me, sometimes the trouble gets very thick.
One day, while studying filmmaking and simultaneously dating many women looking for my life’s mate, I was at an audition and I looked across the room and I saw the young woman that I had been looking for. I watched the way she talked and the way she moved and the way she acted, and I knew that she belonged with me. That I wanted her in my life. Is there love at first sight? Absolutely. And there’s a whole wonderful romantic story to tell about that, but we don’t have time. What I DO want to point out is that I didn’t find her at some bar or at a singles’ dance or at a Saturday night party. As fun as those places can be, they’re not the best places to find a soul mate. I found my romantic love, unexpectedly, as I was busy following my professional love.
You see, as I was walking down my path, the path that I knew was making me happy, giving me joy, and that would lead me where I wanted to go, one day I look to my side and there’s this wonderful girl whose own path had intersected mine. You see, she was following her love, too. And we found ourselves walking together. And it was easy to be friends and it was easy to be lovers. We liked the same things, we loved the same things, we liked hanging around with the same kind of people (generally).
Follow your Love. Live your life IN and looking for YOUR happiness. That’s how and where you’ll find your lover. If you want one.
And what if you don’t KNOW what your love is? Well, find it. Go out and find it. Maybe you do know what you love, but you’ve been told it isn’t practical. Forget that.
Maybe you know what you love, but there are people around you discouraging you. Then go away to college or to another city and leave them behind. They think they’re helping you; they’re not. It’s your life. Go live it. You can always go back and visit the well-meaning obstacles for a few days at Thanksgiving and Christmas, but go live your life.
Or maybe you’ve always had your needs well taken care of and you generally haven’t LOVED anything, WANTED anything with a PASSION. Well…I don’t know. I can’t relate. Honestly. There are things I want as badly as a man dying of thirst in the desert wants a bucket of water. Maybe, if you really don’t know what you want, you need to go into the desert, metaphorically speaking of course, and discover what your water is. What you have to have or else you’ll die.
Remember: It’s your life. It doesn’t belong to your parents, your family, your church, your employer, your country, or your friends. It’s yours. Own it. Live it.
Also: Life is short and there are no guarantees. Listen to your heart. Follow Your Love.
When I attended my 10 year high school reunion I was shocked at how many of my classmates had already given up. They had found, after only ten years, that life was hard, that love didn’t always happen or didn’t always work out. They had found that somehow they had lost their dreams. Life at 28 was a disappointment. Many of them had clearly already just settled in for the ride. They were going to let this big ugly bus take them wherever it was going.
That was a shame. A damn shame. At 28. Are you kidding me?
In the words of Al Capone, “It’s not over until it’s over.” (That’s from the movie The Untouchables, not from real life, of course. But it’s still true).
An older friend of mine once told me, “I’ve done everything I’ve ever wanted to do in life. But it has always taken me a hell of a lot longer to do it than I expected.”
I ran into a friend of mine at the theater recently. Her name is Marilyn. She’s a writer, and she’s a beautiful woman, and she’s probably 70 years old. As we talked she spoke with passion about the book she is writing and about the future books she wants to write. Many people, at her age, are just watching television and waiting for the end, waiting for someone to cover them with dirt. But she’s still working, still living, still learning, still dreaming. She’s an inspiration to me.
I hope you’re not seeing life as my friend Teddy once did. I hope you’re not planning to jump off a skyscraper if you haven’t won the Nobel Prize by age 25. I hope you’re not thinking as my stepfather did, because you don’t have all the time in the world. I hope you can see life as my friend Marilyn sees it and that you live long lives filled with wonder, achievement, beauty, happiness, love and passion.
Final summation:
Life is short. There are no guarantees.
It’s your life. Own it.
Listen to Your Heart.
Follow Your Love.
It’s Not Over Until It’s Over.
And, in the words of Winston Churchill: “Never never never never give up.”
More Funny
An elderly man suffered a massive heart attack. The family drove wildly to get him to the emergency room.
After what seemed like a very long wait, the ER Doctor appeared, wearing his scrubs and a long face. Sadly, he said, "I'm afraid he is brain-dead, but his heart is still beating."
"Oh, dear God," cried his wife, her hands clasped against her cheeks with shock!
"We've never had a Democrat in the family before!"
After what seemed like a very long wait, the ER Doctor appeared, wearing his scrubs and a long face. Sadly, he said, "I'm afraid he is brain-dead, but his heart is still beating."
"Oh, dear God," cried his wife, her hands clasped against her cheeks with shock!
"We've never had a Democrat in the family before!"
Birthday List
I was looking at the calendar and realized we are almost to August. And as you may remember - my birthday is in August, which means you are probably struggling to figure out that perfect gift to get me. Without further ado, here is a short list of some things that you can pick out for me.
1) ZZ Top Keys (been on the list for several years now!)
2) Ferrari 599
3) Martin O'Malley's resignation
4) 12" Sliding Compound Laser Guided Miter Saw
5) Apple Mac Pro
6) 60' Sea Ray Sundancer
7) French Toast
8) 40' x 25' 3-Story gabled single peak addition to my home
9) Season tickets for the Ravens
10) Jordana Brewster
11) Winnebago Outlook
12) South Carolina beachfront home
13) An alligator
14) Oak display cabinet with glass doors
15) 43-inch Pioneer Elite PRO-920HD
16) Vera Wang Serta Beyond Comfort Eurotop mattress
17) iPhone with lifetime prepaid plan
18) 2 week vacation in St. Thomas
19) Jack Daniel's Single Barrel whiskey
20) Restored 1973 Corvette Stingray with t-tops
1) ZZ Top Keys (been on the list for several years now!)
2) Ferrari 599
3) Martin O'Malley's resignation
4) 12" Sliding Compound Laser Guided Miter Saw
5) Apple Mac Pro
6) 60' Sea Ray Sundancer
7) French Toast
8) 40' x 25' 3-Story gabled single peak addition to my home
9) Season tickets for the Ravens
10) Jordana Brewster
11) Winnebago Outlook
12) South Carolina beachfront home
13) An alligator
14) Oak display cabinet with glass doors
15) 43-inch Pioneer Elite PRO-920HD
16) Vera Wang Serta Beyond Comfort Eurotop mattress
17) iPhone with lifetime prepaid plan
18) 2 week vacation in St. Thomas
19) Jack Daniel's Single Barrel whiskey
20) Restored 1973 Corvette Stingray with t-tops
Joke Time
Thanks to one of my coworkers for this one:
A guy was traveling through Mexico on vacation when, lo and behold, he lost his wallet and all identification. Cutting his trip short, he attempted to make his way home, but was stopped by the Customs Agent at the Tijuana border.
'May I see your identification, please?' asked the agent.
'I'm sorry, but I lost my wallet,' replied the guy.
'Sure, buddy, I hear that every day. No ID, no crossing the border,' said the agent.
'But I can prove that I'm an American!' he exclaimed. 'I have a picture of President Obama tattooed on one butt cheek and a picture of Vice-President Biden on the other.
'This I gotta see,' replied the agent..
With that, the man dropped his pants and bent over in front of the agent.
'By golly, you're right!' exclaimed the agent. 'Go on home to Maryland .
'Thanks!' he said. 'But how did you know I was from Maryland ?
The agent replied, 'I recognized the picture of Governor O'Malley in the middle.'
A guy was traveling through Mexico on vacation when, lo and behold, he lost his wallet and all identification. Cutting his trip short, he attempted to make his way home, but was stopped by the Customs Agent at the Tijuana border.
'May I see your identification, please?' asked the agent.
'I'm sorry, but I lost my wallet,' replied the guy.
'Sure, buddy, I hear that every day. No ID, no crossing the border,' said the agent.
'But I can prove that I'm an American!' he exclaimed. 'I have a picture of President Obama tattooed on one butt cheek and a picture of Vice-President Biden on the other.
'This I gotta see,' replied the agent..
With that, the man dropped his pants and bent over in front of the agent.
'By golly, you're right!' exclaimed the agent. 'Go on home to Maryland .
'Thanks!' he said. 'But how did you know I was from Maryland ?
The agent replied, 'I recognized the picture of Governor O'Malley in the middle.'
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Hindu Goddess
Here is my entry for this month's sketchblog http://sketchthemes.blogspot.com/
The theme is mythology. Col-erase and photoshop
Sticker Packs
Now in my shop :) $5-
Sticker packs include 8 different stickers.
Each pack is different, you wont know what you get till you open it!
They are each hand varnished for protection, texture, & gloss and each measure about 2.5 X 2 inches.
Sticker Packs
Now in my shop :) $5-
Sticker packs include 8 different stickers.
Each pack is different, you wont know what you get till you open it!
They are each hand varnished for protection, texture, & gloss and each measure about 2.5 X 2 inches.
God Is Not Your Bitch
Another well written, humorous and thought provoking column from the San Francisco Gate's Mark Morford. I love this guy. Many of you will not. Oh well. I'm going to continue to post links anyway because he kicks serious ass. My favorite line: I find I am in a constant swoon of giddy amazement at this universal phenomenon, the fabulous, hubris-loaded idea that God is NOT actually an unfathomable river of cosmic energy to be supped from like liquid light, while you still take complete responsibility for your own life and choices.
Strange things are afoot - not only at the Circle K, but in the heart and soul of this sassy little blogger. Miracles. And the fact that I can even write the word miracle, let alone God, without my colon breaking out in hives is parade worthy.
There is spiritual life on the other side of religious brain damage. Who knew?
Strange things are afoot - not only at the Circle K, but in the heart and soul of this sassy little blogger. Miracles. And the fact that I can even write the word miracle, let alone God, without my colon breaking out in hives is parade worthy.
There is spiritual life on the other side of religious brain damage. Who knew?
Blog Note...
Whenever I mention the religiously brain damaged, I am not pointing fingers at religious folk in general. I am always - without exception - referring to the former faithfully freaky me, myself and I.
And Chris Buttars.
And Chris Buttars.
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