Last night, I caught You’re Not Elected, Charlie Brown
in which Linus wins the student body election despite his adherence to a controversial faith (Great Pumpkinism) only to find that he really doesn’t have any power. Charles M. Schultz, of course, using Peanuts to illustrate that America is actually controlled by a cabal of Reptiloid Illuminated Jesuit Scientologist or something. Or not, whatever, ol’ Chuck was an oddball.
I bring it up only to make two points:
1) When Linus was at the radio station talking to potential voters, a caller opens with “First time caller, long time listener,” which surprised me since I thought that phrase was a more recent creation.
2) Also, the show was on ABC. I miss this. That used to trigger a Pavlovian response in me as a tot.
I’m in a hotel in San Francisco, mesmerized by the Discovery Channel. Time change means I get up at 3 am. Good stuff.
Congrats to the Goremeister from your pal Greg.
The best comment I’ve seen thus far on Gore’s Peace Prize win comes from Fausta’s blog, forwarded by a friend:
The coy former Vice-President may run for president again, may choose to stay home admiring his Oscar, Emmy, and Nobel, or may do a one-man show on Broadway, which may in turn win him a Tony award, thus outdoing Rita Moreno, who hasn’t won a Nobel Peace Prize yet.
And, for the record, I’ve always believed two seemingly contradictory statements: a) Gore’s heart is in the right place and he’s using his stature for a noble purpose b) He’s going to use global warming as a springboard to jump back into politics.
Also, while I’m not a Swedish committee, I think, as general a guideline for awarding Peace Prize, action trumps intent. The 2006 award winners provide a good example of that.
I think Gore deserves kudos, pats on the back or whatever little gold trophies you have out there. But the get-check tells me he’s not Peace Prize material. I don’t know.
A note to the Bumese monks, the Nobel race isn’t like the Oscars. You can’t screen just before the cut-off date and expect consideration from the academy. Too little, too late my be-robed friends.
My wife won’t let me listen to Echoes
anymore. Says it annoys her.
When this comes out, I’m teaching the toddler to sit and get all Toshio Iwai on the couch. Here’s Tenori-on’s Myspace page.
Or maybe not, it will likely cost a mortgage payment. Oh well.
Mine is Graveyard of the Fireflies
, what’s yours? Movies, books, etc., have mad me sad, no doubt. I’m
man enough to admit I cried when Lorien returned for Sheridan or when Billy dies mid-trial on Ally MacBeal (what?). But neither of those things inspired grief.
I don’t know what causes it, but Graveyard haunts me.
I hadn’t seen it since college, but it recently appeared on a list of “Great Films Too Painful to Watch Twice” from The Onion’s A/V Club. I remembered it as a sad, depressing film, but it never inspired grief. So, maybe it is the fact that I’m a father of a child who could, from a distance, pass for Setsuko – or the fact that I was reading the article at 3:30 in the morning — but it really affected me. So much so that I’m blogging about a day and a half later.
I just had to watch a bit of the video like the clip linked to above, but I am not sure why. Is it a form of catharsis to some grief I never knew I had. Or is it possible to have a…for lack of a better word…pre-cathartic moment in response to the fear of loss, which kind of fits the fatherhood notion above.
Now, I’m ever the reductionist, so now I’ll have to take a look into the root causes of grief, evolutionary advantages, etc.