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Thursday, October 06, 2011

RIP Steve Jobs

I was in college and not very smart about anything cutting edge. I saw my first APPLE IIe and actually knew how to use it! That amazed me so much that I bought one, so I was one of the first students in my small university who owned an APPLE IIe.

I'm not saying that without Steve Jobs, I might not ever have owned a computer, but his part in introducing home computers, the APPLE and the MAC, to non-nerds gave people like me a whole new universe to explore. And made my world a richer one.

For that, I thank you, Steve Jobs. Where you went, that new place gained a new dreamer. RIP.

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Wednesday, August 03, 2011

RIP L.A. Banks

A writer-friend and colleague, L. A. Banks, passed away. She was a wonderful writer and the reading world will miss her.

Here is her obituary:

OBITUARY Philly News

Rest in peace, Leslie.

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Sunday, April 24, 2011

RIP Beverly Barton

I learned this morning that Beverly Barton passed away suddenly a few days ago.

Beverly Barton News Article

She was one of the first SIM authors I read and was a member of the RWA. Ms. Barton was 64.

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Besides Garbo, Dame Elizabeth Taylor Embodied Perfection For Me

RIP, Liz Taylor. You were the first American movie star I recognized as a kid, besides Charlie Chaplin.



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Monday, November 29, 2010

RIP Leslie Nielsen: "Shirley, you'll be missed."

He said the one line that equalled the more classic ones from Casablanca and Gone With The Wind. In fact, I know friends who could quote the whole dang movie, Airplane.

"And don't call me Shirley."



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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Post #2: My Halloween Tombstone



Alas, poor Mitsu 55"! I knew him [well]: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it.

Here hung those [cables] that I have treasured I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

Get thee off to a "recyclery!"

Or, some poor man's spare parts in another play.

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Monday, March 01, 2010

Sweet Remembrance

Temper, the remaining Old Lady of my poms, left me today. She just couldn't bear to be alone without her sister and this past week, seemed to have lost her will to live.

My original Mutant Poms had been with me for 18 years, from dad Brando to the final two babies, Mira and Temper. My home was built for them, with their own back room and big yard; and they've been my home for a long, long time.

Sweet dreams, my baby Temper. All of us in our younger glory:



Today my heart will remember my sweet ones, the original Mutant Poms:


It came to me that every time I lose a dog, they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life, gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are. -- (UNKNOWN)


Brando, Magic, BoomBoom, BoyBoy, Miracle, and Temper.

Together again.

Mommy loves and misses all of you.



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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Eulogy To My Miracle Girl


Mira (left) and Temper (right), both of whom love to mug for the camera

Thank you, everyone, for all the outpouring of love and condolences today. I'm feeling a little numb but I'm doing okay. You know I go through this at a lot more these past few years what with the original six being up there in years. Their father had been with me since I started roofing! And Mira Girl, as I called her, was special because she wasn't supposed to make it as a baby and I nursed her all night by rubbing her nose and chest with wintergreen. That was over 13 years ago, and yeah, she lived up to her name.

I'd like to share a "reworked" poem sent by another reader to comfort me.

ON LOAN FROM GOD
by Carla Baker

God promised at the birth of time,
A special friend to give,
His time on earth is short, he said,
So love him while he lives.

It may be six or seven years
Or twelve or then sixteen.
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for me?

A wagging tail and cold wet nose
And silken velvet ears,
A heart as big as all outdoors,
To love you through the years.

His puppy ways will gladden you
and antics bring a smile,
as guardian or friend he will,
be loyal all the while.

He'll bring his charms to grace your life
And though his stay be brief,
When he's gone the memories
Are solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from earth return,
But lessons only dogs can teach
I want you each to learn.

Follow his lead and gain a life
Brim full of simple pleasure,
Whatever love you give to him,
Returns in triple measure.

Enjoy each day as it comes,
Allow your heart to guide,
Be loyal and steadfast in love
As the dog-child at your side.

Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take him back again.

I fancy each of us would say,
"Dear Lord, thy will be done,
For all the joy this dog shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.

"We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.

"But shall the angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."

*****

My dogsitter was kind enough to bring the last remaining sibling, Temper, to see her sister so that she won't wonder about her partner-in-crime. She told me Temper went and sniffed Mira and gave her a final kiss on the nose. I'd probably have bawled my eyes out if I were there.

My Chinese New Year celebration ended on a sombre note. Family get-togethers and family parting-of-ways. But that's what life is all about, isn't it?



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Monday, September 14, 2009

RIP You Dirty Dancer

Always enjoyed him. Rest in peace, Patrick Swayze. Here's a video of him dancing a very romantic number with his wife.






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Thursday, June 25, 2009

Remember The Time

The last time I saw him dance, live at Madison Sq.



I'll remember him like this.

Some of my favorite songs by him:

Man In The Mirror
Black or White
Billie Jean
Beat It
Off The Wall
Human Nature
Smooth Criminal
Dirty Diana
Remember The Time

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Post #3: They Bring Back Childhood Memories

Two first-name only icons.

My first highheels. My first flickaway-bangs. Highschool ideas of glamor. Watching TV with my siblings--we all didn't speak English very well but it was fun to check out the clothes.

Rest in peace, Farrah.

Watching my dad dance. One of my first record collection. Watching my first moondance and being mesmerized by his dancing all over again. Giggling at his excuse for his lightening skin. That concert years ago--wow--that concert.

Rest in peace, Michael.

Not taking away Ed McMahon's passing, untimely deaths of icons of our own era remind us of our mortality. Time passes and we're reminded that each day should be lived fully.

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Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Post #3: Sad News/RIP

Romancelandia lost Edith Layton today. She was one of my favorite Regency writers.

If you'd like to write her family a message of condolence or share your memory about Edith in any way, please visit Word Wenches. She will be greatly missed by readers and friends.

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Monday, March 02, 2009

Giving Up Speed? Going Back To The Golden Oldies?

Paul Harvey passed away this past weekend. He was one of my favorite "story tellers" on radio. He came on about 5.20pm every evening on AM radio and it would be one of my favorite times of the day. It meant that we're about to stop work (6pm) and that it was a treat to listen to his short tales, which always ended with "and that's the rest of the story." Since work became scarce last year, I haven't listened to him much and the boys in this new gig are more metalheads than golden oldie fartheads ;-). I'll miss Harvey's anecdotal style of story telling which is a lost art, imo.

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I was reading in the papers that, because of the depressionrecession, some Interwebbers are GIVING UP HIGHSPEED INTERNET and going back to dial-up to save money. You know, that crackle-pop-white noise-pop way of connecting online. Do you remember how long it took to load? But dial-up these days are $9.95 compared to our hi-speed, which is around $35(?), so that's a couple of hundred dollars saved there.

Do you see yourself giving up your speed to save some $$$? Maybe even going back to land-line instead of the ever convenient cell-phone during hard times? *gulp I'm thinking--no cable????! I was calculating the money that I would be saving if I do this:

Dial up estimated savings--$200
Land line, no cell estimated savings--$350
no cable, estimated savings--$600
I used to have the paper delivered, but gave that up
estimated savings--$250

Altogether-->$1400

Tempting, isn't it? I think, if I have to give up the above, my hi-speed will be the last to go. I can always catch the TV shows on the Interwebz, right? The cell--meh. I won't miss it as much as those of you who have the I-phone or who text a lot. I still don't do much with my cell other than dial a number.

What about you? Which one would you give up last?

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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

He Was The First Roarke

Ricardo Montalban, Mr. Roarke of Fantasy Island, passed away today. FI was one of my favorite shows when I still lived in Malaysia; in fact, I think it was my first paranormal TV program that didn't include genies or witches. Instead of just Blink! Blink! or Twitch! Twitch! magic, the stories on this show, especially the first two seasons, always made me think about possibilities and philosophy, and how people were always looking for a happy ending.

Also, I just loved that name ;-). Ricardo Montalban. I would roll his name off my tongue and dream of Harlequin romance tycoons seducing their women in that accent.

RIP, Mr. Roarke.

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Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Post #2: RIP Michael Crichton

I just learned that Michael Crichton died today. He was one of the first SF authors I read. The book was The Andromeda Strain. The story was scary and it made me think about alternative worlds and unseen things besides the ghoulies and myths that my culture preferred. Crichton was, of course, made famous by Jurassic Park and writing the book that inspired E.R., the groundbreaking TV show.

In writecraft, I learned from him that you can take a piece of scientific reality and twist it into something unbelievable but plausible, such as dinasaurs being bred on an island in modern times. His stories influenced and gave me the courage to play with the quantum concepts of virtual entanglement and "spooky" action in relation to the fated-mate romance trope. There was just enough of a "why not" attitude in his style that appealed to my imagination.

So farewell and rest in peace, Mr. Crichton. Thanks for the great reads.



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Saturday, September 27, 2008

No, No, No! Sob.

PAUL NEWMAN dies at 83.

How I loved thee.



He was my Old Blue Eyes.

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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Don't Like Days Like This

I have to send one of my mutant poms to his waiting mom and dad and sister at the Rainbow Ridge tonight. It's tough when it's a yearly ritual like this and he had two other sisters the same age left. I'm not looking forward to this type of thing at all.

His name was Batman Boy Boy, the wimpiest of the lot. Like his dad, he peed like a girl. I never did buy him the set of neuticals I promised him. In the end, he fought a good fight, but was tired out. I know he's with Magic and Brando, along with his big bad sis Boom Boom right now, doing those cartwheels and sideway flips of his that always made me laugh out loud. And oh yeah, I hope he got his balls back.

You know, I love writing and being a writer, but writing eulogies sucks.

Hug your furbabies for me. Time goes by so fast and before you know it, almost twelve years have gone by since I held four tiny pups between the palms of my hands. And now, I have two of my original mutants.



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Monday, June 23, 2008

Post #2: The Best Ranter Of Them All

RIP George Carlin! I know he's not going to want me to mourn him without a big-ass exclamation. Here's why: his memorable skit on Death and Dead People.



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Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Remembering Mildred Loving

Mildred Loving passed away a couple of days ago. She is the half of the Loving vs Virginia, the trademark case that made interracial marriage legal. Here is her letter, one we romance readers should read because we enjoy our genre precisely for what this woman and her man fought for:


Loving for All

By Mildred Loving

Prepared for Delivery on June 12, 2007,The 40th Anniversary of the Loving vs. Virginia Announcement

When my late husband, Richard, and I got married in Washington, DC in 1958, it wasn’t to make a political statement or start a fight. We were in love, and we wanted to be married.

We didn’t get married in Washington because we wanted to marry there. We did it there because the government wouldn’t allow us to marry back home in Virginia where we grew up, where we met, where we fell in love, and where we wanted to be together and build our family. You see, I am a woman of color and Richard was white, and at that time people believed it was okay to keep us from marrying because of their ideas of who should marry whom.

When Richard and I came back to our home in Virginia, happily married, we had no intention of battling over the law. We made a commitment to each other in our love and lives, and now had the legal commitment, called marriage, to match. Isn’t that what marriage is?

Not long after our wedding, we were awakened in the middle of the night in our own bedroom by deputy sheriffs and actually arrested for the “crime” of marrying the wrong kind of person. Our marriage certificate was hanging on the wall above the bed. The state prosecuted Richard and me, and after we were found guilty, the judge declared: “Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.” He sentenced us to a year in prison, but offered to suspend the sentence if we left our home in Virginia for 25 years exile.

We left, and got a lawyer. Richard and I had to fight, but still were not fighting for a cause. We were fighting for our love.

Though it turned out we had to fight, happily Richard and I didn’t have to fight alone. Thanks to groups like the ACLU and the NAACP Legal Defense & Education Fund, and so many good people around the country willing to speak up, we took our case for the freedom to marry all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court. And on June 12, 1967, the Supreme Court ruled unanimously that, “The freedom to marry has long been recognized as one of the vital personal rights essential to the orderly pursuit of happiness by free men,” a “basic civil right.”

My generation was bitterly divided over something that should have been so clear and right. The majority believed that what the judge said, that it was God’s plan to keep people apart, and that government should discriminate against people in love. But I have lived long enough now to see big changes. The older generation’s fears and prejudices have given way, and today’s young people realize that if someone loves someone they have a right to marry.

Surrounded as I am now by wonderful children and grandchildren, not a day goes by that I don’t think of Richard and our love, our right to marry, and how much it meant to me to have that freedom to marry the person precious to me, even if others thought he was the “wrong kind of person” for me to marry. I believe all Americans, no matter their race, no matter their sex, no matter their sexual orientation, should have that same freedom to marry. Government has no business imposing some people’s religious beliefs over others. Especially if it denies people’s civil rights.

I am still not a political person, but I am proud that Richard’s and my name is on a court case that can help reinforce the love, the commitment, the fairness, and the family that so many people, black or white, young or old, gay or straight seek in life. I support the freedom to marry for all. That’s what Loving, and loving, are all about.


Rest in peace, Mrs. Loving.

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Sunday, April 06, 2008

He Of Many Great Roles and Lines


Moses.

Ben Hur.

El Cid.

Michelangelo.

The lone survivor on Planet of the Apes.

Mark Anthony.

Soylent Green.

Sir Thomas Moore.

John The Baptist.

Thomas Jefferson.

And let's not forget That Voice of his.

So many larger than life roles. An unforgettable actor and man.

I have many fond memories of watching The Ten Commandments in school every year. My teenage heart couldn't make up her mind who to like most--you or Yul Brynner--and I felt wicked liking the bad Pharoah. You two were my first fixation with my noble man vs bad boy dilemma.

As the years passed, I enjoyed many of your movies, the "extra" something you brought into each legendary role. No one has played so many legendary characters and made them so memorable. Every other Moses and Ben Hur paled in comparison after that. Thank you for the pleasure.

Charlton Heston has passed away, with his wife of 64 years by his side. Rest in peace, Mr. Heston.

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