And thank God someone is praying for Alan Colmes too.
Republicans are going to spontaneously combust one day soon: well said by Rachel Maddow and John Stewart.
I have never been a fan of Tom Friedman and I find the vehicle chosen for this column kind of childish. Obama doesn’t need any help writing speeches, Tom.
And a good gift that keeps on giving. Another walk off by the Yankees, this time in the 11th. Mark Teixiera does the honors but not before A-Rod ties it up in the bottom of the 9th to take it into extra innings.
Owen and I listen to the game on our crappy internet connection supplemented by phonetogs coming from GM and his friend, Geary who were fortunate to see the Yankees, in their new stadium, make it official, they are AL East Champs. Here is a tribute to the Yanks for a great season and for Geary who took these bad photos with his phone but made it feel like we were there. Try to imagine Frank Sinatra singing New York, New York, not the lame audio track YouTube replaced the intended Yankee anthem with.
First, a cute picture of Georgie. Snuggly in her ski sweater and Grateful Dead ski headband. I don’t think she realizes the teddy bears are rainbowy and dancing because they are hallucinating. She doesn’t need to know that.
This morning we had Michael Jackson 101. We watched all his greatest hit videos and some old Jackson 5 on youtube. They were fascinated by his dancing. They didn’t seem to be aware of the disturbing physical transformation that took place over the years. They just loved the dancing and were trying to moonwalk and lock in the hallway where we have marble floors. It was hysterical. Then we found these flashmob videos. (social networking media at work again) They are beautiful. There was a huge one in London, but I like this SF one because you can see the people dancing. This is such the right way to pay tribute to the life of a singer and dancer. For anyone for that matter. When I die I want a spontaneous dancing party too.
Georgie in her no shit wisdom asked “if he is dead why are they having fun?” Natural segue-way to life lesson..Its OK to be sad when someone dies, its OK to celebrate their life too. Everyone deals with death differently but if you are lucky at some point there is acceptance and a smile. A smile for the blessing of that person’s life and love in your own life.
Its a big news day..postmortem on Sanford presser, Farrah Fawcett dies:(, political movement to comprise in Iran and just now Michael Jackson could be dead. AND a Yankee/Atlanta Braves game at 8:05..Jeeezzzz, its a busy night.
I am sitting next to my nine year old watching CNN/FOX/BBC coverage while explaining to him who Micheal Jackson is. Owen only knows him as a surgically altered man who is kind of “freaky” looking. CNN just showed some footage from the Jackson 5. He was ten years old and he could sing and dance and totally take up all the space in a room. The irony was that he was such a gentle soul, shy and so fragile. I would like to think he dealt with the fame the best he could and while in our eyes he was kind of “freaky” he eked out some happiness in his short life. I know he had some legal “problems” and I don’t know the truth, so I am not going to judge. I want to remember him like this:
I hope you get better soon. We actually have some stuff in common…You went to Shakers Heights High, I went to Shaker Heights High. You live in Fairfield County, I lived in Fairfield County. You met my Dad through DNC related activities, I knew my Dad….
You are a great actor and a person who lives with a lot of grace. Feel better.
I am feeling a lot less in exile these days. But my blog is still a mess of political and personal thoughts along with experiences of living in Argentina. While I can't promise, I will try to balance talk about my kids with something more universally relevant. And sorry if salty talk is offensive but I was a derivatives trader in another life and it cant be helped.
