television, tributes

I can’t let another day go by without paying tribute to the Matron Saint of The House of Mirth, my beloved Ms. Beatrice Arthur.

It’s ridiculous, I know, but I’m so sad. Call it projection, transference, whatever you want, all I know is I loved her, and I’m sorry she’s gone

Obituaries all over the news outlets list her accolades: an amazing talent who both adored and was frustrated by her singular talents, Bea was unstoppable. She won a Tony for Mame and multiple Emmys for her work on television. She elevated that crappy Star Wars Holiday Special into a yearned-for classic; she made Maude divine like no one else could; she truly made that other show Golden.

For me, she was my pretend tv grandma; as silly as it sounds, it was like she was a glimpse of what my own beloved Grandma J might have been like if she’d lived beyond my eighth year. Tall and stately, ready with a zinger and a hug. I was so taken with her that I’ve seen the film version of Mame (1974) dozens of times, Enemies of Laughter (2000) twice, her guest stint on Malcolm in the Middle too many times; I own and have listened to the CD of her one-woman show over and over, and can quote more of Dorothy Zbornak’s lines than I care to admit. I can even spell “Zbornak” without looking it up.

She was the greatest.

I don’t know what’ll I do, Ms. Bea, except be ever grateful for you.

day in the life, tributes

Tomorrow is my last day as a dog walker.

I know. I’m surprised too, and I’ve known for a month that this day was coming.

On this eve of my last walks, I want to thank Apple, The Monkees, Matthew Sweet, Blondie, Billy Joel, Blood, Sweat, & Tears, The Guess Who, Vince Guaraldi, The Cars, Steely Dan, Rose Smith, Tori Amos, PJ Harvey, Fleetwood Mac, The Association, Shonen Knife, Bea Arthur, Joe Jackson, Nirvana, Rosemary Clooney, Bobby Darin, Cat Stevens, Jerry Lewis, The Pretenders, America, Lily Allen, Alison Moyet, James Taylor, Zero 7, The Moody Blues, NPR, Terry Gross, RetroCrush, Dan Savage, and Ira Glass for the kick-ass soundtrack that took me through the last three years.

me with some good girls.

As a wise man said, the times they are a changin’. I just hope I’m ready.

tributes, updates

Don’t worry! The experiment is still going strong (although it came close to ending last night when I looked up from my laptop and realized it was 11:35pm and no movie…). I am swamped in schoolwork and a difficult day or two, but the movies march on.

Reviews are forthcoming.

In the meantime…
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Micky Dolenz

To my favorite of all Monkees, I wish a very happy day. You have one of the best voices, going, Mick. Thanks for all of the happiness.



A lot has happened. Lots of changes. Loss. Grief. Snow.

We lost Derek’s father on October 11. We are comforted in knowing that we loved him well; we cared for him in the most difficult hour; and we were given the gift of a few last words with him.

But change is terribly hard, loss is so painful, and we’re tired.

We’ll be changing webhosts, and with that change will come a new life for this blog. There have been problems with the old service, and this content management software is becoming obsolete, so it’s time to pack up and move out. I hope to have something I can better use and more importantly, enjoy using, up by the new year. Addresses will remain mostly the same.

That’s all I have for now. Even in such a pisser of a year as this, I have homework to finish.

And even in our sleep,
pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
and in our own despite,
against our will,
comes wisdom to us
by the awful grace of God.


We miss you, Daddy-O.