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Obscured histories
Some people may be really mad about what I am about to write, put off by what is considered sacred.
But as we well know, even our idols are human; nobody’s perfect. In theaters, Priscilla comes to us from writer/director Sophia Coppola, just a little over a year after Baz Luhrmann’s rapturous bedazzled send-up to the King.
Permission to cry, permission to feel, permission to rest
Besides the spectacle of war, natural disaster, and crime broadcasted on our screens, tragedy has touched my own community, too. A 17-year-old boy’s life was cut short this week, and the high school where my daughter attends has been reeling from this senseless snuffing out of a beautiful life that was just getting started.
Not losing sleep over a hero’s fall from grace
And when a boy named Jim said his hero was Jean-Claude Van Damme, I asked him why.
Booking programs
To paraphrase Jane Austen, there is no greater enjoyment like reading.
Of course, she never lived to see the age of moving pictures on large screens nor the advent of cathode rays and LED.
Venturing into Vege-sorta-terianism
Last night I tried a new recipe for dinner: Vegan Sloppy Joes.
The “vegan” part of the recipe went straight out the window the moment I decided a trip to the grocery store for vegetable stock was out of the question: the beef stock in my cabinet would have to do.
This is precisely why I’ll never embrace veganism. I’m simply too lazy and don’t have the discipline required.
In memory of an unhinged Bear
It’s like that with me whenever I hear the name of Chicago Bears middle linebacker Dick Butkus — “the most feared tackler of all time” according to the NFL Network — who passed away two weeks ago on October 5.
Not a mis-steak
Fifty years ago, after dating for six weeks, I asked the moron to marry me. My parents said it was a “mistake,” and made us wait a year to marry. To celebrate us proving them wrong, we decided to commemorate our 49th year anniversary with an elegant meal at St. Charles Place Steakhouse in St. Charles.
When the AI gods plunk you into a demographic
Oh, sometimes we choose our demographics willingly, if unconsciously. If you watch a lot of Duck Dynasty, you’re probably glad to see ads for camouflage outdoor wear. Watch a lot of Golden Girls reruns, and you’ll find the best prices for hearing aids and hemorrhoid cream.
Biking back to a memory of Kathy and the bullfrog
Early every morning, weather permitting, I ride out of Sun City southward along Sandwald Road all the way to Timber Creek and back, a roundtrip of a bit more than seven miles that lasts me the better part of an hour. I wish it were longer, but that’s as far as I can go in the countryside without too great a risk of being squashed like a bug by a truck or car.