You Didn't Know They Died
We’re just past the half-way point of 2009 and it has already been known as The Year Celebrity Deaths. So far there have been a bunch of notables:
Ricardo Montalbon, Paul Harvey, Ron Silver, Natasha Richardson, Bea Arthur, Dom Deluise, David Carradine, Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Billy Mays, Karl Malden, Walter Cronkite, among others.
But here are some notable people that died in the first half of 2009 that you probably missed:
- Pat Hingle, Commissioner Gordon from the Batman television show;
- Bob May, The Robot from Lost In Space;
- Clarence Swensen, A munchkin from the Wizard of Oz movie;
- Altovise Davis, Sammy Davis Jr.’s wife and oft used punchline;
- Dom DiMaggio, Pro baseball player and brother of Joe DiMaggio;
- Wayne Allwine, voice of Mickey Mouse since 1977
- Dallas McKennon, voice of Gumby.
Oh, and on February 27th, Alan Landers became the third cigarette company manly-man model to die of lung cancer. He was the “Winston Man”; the other two were “Marlboro Men.”
(Cross-posted from my blog: JimFormation.com.)
Those were the days.
Know Yourself
“I get home from the airport, stuff some food in my mouth, and take a nap before jiu jitsu class. There’s something extra special about doing a jiu jitsu class when you’re tired and jetlagged. It forces you to control your breathing and teaches you to relax and conserve your energy.
“I’ve gone to class sometimes after a brutal kettle bell work out, and it’s a moral victory just to hang on and survive. I think that people who have never experienced that level of exhaustion don’t really know how much shit goes through your mind as your body literally fights for survival.
“There’s one thing if you get tired in a basketball game – someone might dunk on you, or they could dart past you and make you look foolish, but if you get exhausted in a jiu jitsu sparring session it can be quite horrifying. You’re literally fighting for your own survival, and someone is fighting to kill you. They’re on top of you, and they’re trying to choke you to death.
“Of course if you tap out they’ll let go, but that doesn’t really change what’s happening on a psychological level.
“It’s quite an intense battle raging in your mind while this is going on, and quite and exercise to keep it all disciplined and under control while so many systems are firing off red warning lights and sirens. Rickson Gracie, one of my personal heroes said it best, ‘Jiu Jitsu allows you to know yourself in a very deep way.’
“Fuck yeah it does.”
From Joe Rogan’s blog | 09 Feb 2009
Joe Rogan is a comic, actor, and commentator for the UFC. He’s a brown belt in Brazilian Jiu-jitsu
15 Books Meme
“Not the best 15 books you’ve ever read, or even the ones you’d recommend to others. Just 15 books that have made their mark on you and will always be with you, for whatever reason. Supposed to be done in 15 minutes.”
Here’s mine (off the top of my head):
- Memories, Dreams Reflections by Carl Jung
- All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum
- Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne
- The Complete Works of Emily Dickinson
- Epictetus: The Art of Living by Sharon Labelle
- The Gospel According to Jesus by Stephen Mitchell
- Care of the Soul by Thomas Moore
- Anthem by Ayn Rand
- Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
- Letters to a Young Poet by Ranier Maria Rilke
- Minority Report by H. L. Mencken
- Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling
- Letters from Earth by Mark Twain
- The Elements of Style by E. B. White
- Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg
I originally found this list over at Trapeze Music.
Perhaps I’ll expand upon or explain this list one day at my website: JimFormation.com.
Has died on account of us,
How poetical it would be
If Earth could say,
In a voice floating up
Perhaps
From the floor
Of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.
People did not like it here.
Tumblarity has given me a new appreciation for the myth of Sisyphus.
(via trapezemusic)
Mowing the same acre of grass since I was a teenager gives me an old (and very real) appreciation of Sisyphus.
Sadly, trapezemusic, I don’t own a brooch.Gawd Almighty! I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as hard in my life. Thank you!
Buy her a brooch and then marry her. I want an invitation.
Pot and Kettle
Watch how I do this:
The United States army has carried out forced disappearances, acts of torture and illegal raids in pursuit of insurgents, according to documents and interviews with victims, their families, political leaders and human rights monitors.
All I did was substitute “United States” for “Mexican” and “insurgents” for “drug traffickers.”
Here is the original from the Washington Post.
The Mexican army has carried out forced disappearances, acts of torture and illegal raids in pursuit of drug traffickers, according to documents and interviews with victims, their families, political leaders and human rights monitors.
Neat trick, huh?
Oh. The United States is threatening to withhold up to $100 million of anti-narcotics assistance if Mexico doesn’t straighten out their act.
After all, we did.
Right?
(cross-posted from my blog: Pot and Kettle at Jimformation.com)
(via fuckyeahpaulmccartney)
In honor of the boys’ meeting anniversary!
Oh. I love this photo. Look at the pure joy on their faces.
I love this photo too. You don’t often see Liam and Noel Gallagher getting along so well together. Nice.
A tiny little bitch: I dislike my naivety. I was dull enough to believe only Tumblr had a problem with people refusing to attribute the images they find to their points of origin. But searching through money art today, I discovered the problem is pervasive across the Web. I’m finding sites that are nothing more than endlessly scrolling albums of pictures. No commentary of any sort. No attribution. Is the Web turning us into a society of fucking cave dwellers who tell stories through pictographs? And here I mistakenly thought the one thing that elevated humans above other animals was the ability to codify language and use it to communicate through printed words. It is obvious I’ve spent the past two decades sleeping under a fucking rock like Rip Van Winkle. Maybe I should draw a picture so everyone will know what I mean. How do I draw Rip Van Winkle? He wore a funny hat, right? Fuck fuck fuck.
“Is the Web turning us into a society of fucking cave dwellers who tell stories through pictographs”
Yes.
ten quick questions
Todd and I once ran this really awesome group blog called Faster Than the World. Of the many things we did there, my favorite was ten quick questions, whose life was cut unfairly short because we closed FTTW. We had some awesome people answer these same ten questions for us, including Eddie Spaghetti of the Supersuckers and Evan Dorkin of the previously tumbled Milk and Cheese.
So I figured I’d bring it back to life by asking you all the ten questions. I guess that’s too many answers for the answer thing, so if you want to participate, you can reblog.
I’ll throw my answers and Todd’s up later.
And if no one participates, I’ll delete this post later and pretend I never asked. That’s how I roll.1. Who are you?
2. Zombies - undead monstrosity or the next logical step in human evolution? ?
3. Young Elvis or Fat Elvis?
4. If you were a superhero, what would your name be?
5. You are the last man on earth, and it is your job to perpetuate the human race, whether you like it or not. Your choice of potential mates is between Wonder Woman, the Bionic Woman or Super Girl. Which one do you choose?
6. What was your first car?
7. If you were going to show me around your city/town, where’s the first place you would take me?
8. What’s the last album you bought?
9. Do you have an arch enemy? Would you like one?
10. What’s the title of the movie they are going to make about your teenage years?
(I’ll make a post tonight with all the reblogs)
I answer these questions fully on my blog, check it out. Here’s the short version (not as good):
Who are you?
A breather.
Zombies - undead monstrosity or the next logical step in human evolution?
I don’t care. I just know I’m going to survive the Zombie Apocalypse.
Young Elvis or Fat Elvis?
Bloated.
If you were a superhero, what would your name be?
I don’t have a name, but I list my superhero rules on my blog.
You are the last man on earth, and it is your job to perpetuate the human race, whether you like it or not. Your choice of potential mates is between Wonder Woman, the Bionic Woman or Super Girl. Which one do you choose?
Lynda Carter, the actress. Supergirl, the super girl.
What was your first car?
1976 Plymouth Duster baby!
If you were going to show me around your city/town, where’s the first place you would take me?
The Moon Motel. $15 per night. Bring your own sheets.
What’s the last album you bought?
It’s not cool. Move on.
Do you have an arch enemy? Would you like one?
I had one. I killed him.
What’s the title of the movie they are going to make about your teenage years?
3 O’Clock High.
Again, read the blog entry where I detail each answer. I even wear my ass-hat.
Cold
her smile is 30
degrees the guarantee of
snow to these poor horselatitude doldrums
o my heart is a coal bin
full of snowmen’s eyesready to lend sight
to the siberian grace
of her winter smile[God! Youth is full of romantic aspirations. But I did love words then.]
HORSE LATITUDES
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead.
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned,
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop,
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over.
[Jim Morrison, Lamenting the deaths of Spanish horses thrown overboard on the horse latitudes.]
