Thursday, April 12, 2007
so it goes, mr. vonnegut
I came to Kurt Vonnegut's work late. My first sit-down was Slaughterhouse Five, picked up from a Bookcrossing meeting in 2004. Much like my first experience with John Irving that same year, I wondered what had taken me so long to immerse myself in his worlds. I later found that I enjoyed Hocus Pocus better than his seminal work, but I still have so much Vonnegut to read.
RIP, Mr. Vonnegut. Writers - indeed, people - like you are few and far between. Your wit and brilliance will be sorely missed.
So it goes.
RIP, Mr. Vonnegut. Writers - indeed, people - like you are few and far between. Your wit and brilliance will be sorely missed.
So it goes.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
more about the walk...
As many of you may know by now, yesterday Molly Ivins passed away, after a long struggle with breast cancer. She was 62.
It's sobering to look at her age, to realize that when she died, Ms. Ivins was younger than my mother is now.
My commitment to this walk is even keener. Not only am I doing this in honor of my mother - a wonderful woman who's had too much of life's darker side kick her in the head - but now in memory of a keenly sharp woman who's life work was to skewer the pomposity and over-weening arrogance of those who purported to be in service of the American people. She called 'em like she saw 'em, and she saw 'em as clear-eyed as anyone did, and clearer-eyed than most.
RIP, Ms. Ivins. You're already missed.
It's sobering to look at her age, to realize that when she died, Ms. Ivins was younger than my mother is now.
My commitment to this walk is even keener. Not only am I doing this in honor of my mother - a wonderful woman who's had too much of life's darker side kick her in the head - but now in memory of a keenly sharp woman who's life work was to skewer the pomposity and over-weening arrogance of those who purported to be in service of the American people. She called 'em like she saw 'em, and she saw 'em as clear-eyed as anyone did, and clearer-eyed than most.
RIP, Ms. Ivins. You're already missed.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
puttin' on the ritz...
Peter Boyle has died.
In my thoughts, you'll always be wearing a white tie and tails, dancing a little soft shoe and sending Madeline Kahn into song.
Rest in peace, Mr. Boyle.
In my thoughts, you'll always be wearing a white tie and tails, dancing a little soft shoe and sending Madeline Kahn into song.
Rest in peace, Mr. Boyle.
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