They’re Dropping Like Flies!

Okay; now I’m getting weirded out by this dying-celebrity thing: Donald O’Connor and Gordon Jump?? It’s hard for me to think of Donald O’Connor as old, much less gone–anyone who can do those backflips in the “Make ‘Em Laugh” dance number from Singing in the Rain cannot be old–ever. As for Gordon Jump: I’ll always remember him for his infamous line: “as god as my witness I thought turkeys could fly” in the WKRP episode, “Turkeys Away“. … Read the rest

Addicted to Robert

*Sigh*–now another icon from my teenage years is gone: Robert Palmer. Actually, I’m probably slightly older than the average RP fan: I first heard him on the radio in 1975 on KSFM, one of those 70s progressive A & R radio stations alá San Francisco’s KSAN. I ran out, bought Pressure Drop on 8-track and plopped it into my yellow Panasonic plunger player (I swear to god I had one). I was in love. Next to Boz Read the rest

Vacation from Hell

Well, I’m back; why am I late? It’s because my husband and I suffered a big-time automobile accident the third day into our vacation. I’m not going to get into the details, but let’s just say we survived the accident. Too bad our Honda Accord didn’t. What it did do, however, is save our lives–for that I am very grateful.… Read the rest

Jack Tripper & the Man in Black

I want to make a final shout-out to two of my favorite artists: Johnny Cash and John Ritter. My earliest memories of Johnny Cash is listening to A Boy Named Sue on Armed Forces Radio. For some reason it always seemed I heard that song around Christmas in Okinawa, which was enough of a schizophrenic experience in of itself (80° weather on Christmas Eve, skinny, vaguely Confucius-looking Santa dolls hanging in Japanese stores, not to mention having … Read the rest

LC Hell

Today is day three of library inventory, an experience that ranks right up there with multiple root canals or sitting through a Celine Dion concert. It’s a lovely experience of matching up the catalog list of call numbers versus what exists on the shelves. After about an hour, you can count on your mind devolving into semi-organic mulch (“semi-organic”–isn’t that akin to the phrase “a little pregnant”?) What is particularly torturous is reading the LC call numbers themselves: yes, … Read the rest