I was okay with you guys until I read “Canada… where her GRANDFATHER WAS STATIONED DURING WORLD WAR TWO.”
I’m cool that my people have never moved up enough that I could marry a prince, but really? REALLY? Canada is important to the couple because IT WAS HER GRANDFATHER’S SPOT DURING WORLD WAR TWO? Come ON, the war was happening WITHIN THE CONFINES YOUR DAMN ISLAND. Pretty sure you should just say you liked the ‘88 Olympics and keep it at that.
Working in the news is really difficult — the subject matter can be rough, the conditions can be awful, the hours are pretty much always insane… and that’s before you have to navigate egos and work politics and politics politics and general entertainment crap and THEN your standard office landmines.
James Kang managed to be the nicest, friendliest person at KCBS / KCAL that I knew… And I really loved (most) of my coworkers there. My friend Kate called me last night to tell me that he passed on suddenly and unexpectedly. I immediately logged on to Facebook and Twitter and saw an incredible outpouring of love and friendship and grief. Everyone keeps writing how they’ll miss his smile. Or how he was the first person to like a photo of you or something you posted or wrote… Because he was *just* that friendly. He was the guy with the great smile and the clear head who would give you a hug if you were having a terrible day or would listen to your trite and arbitrary stories and actually like them. He was funny and clever and sweet. He was a fantastic photographer and always had amazing music suggestions. He was everyone’s friend in a place notorious for rivalries and in-fighting. And he did all of this with no agenda… except that of having a lot of friends, which is an amazing feat for any human being, let alone someone in the news or in Los Angeles or in entertainment or in any combination thereof.
This morning I read through his own Twitter posts — @Kanger33 LOVED Twitter — and everything was so positive. I guess his shift switched because he sent out his usual 25+ Follow Fridays early in the morning (I was actually going to ask him why he wasn’t asleep as he should be). And I learned that he didn’t mind moving from 3 p.m. to 7 a.m. because he got to see his morning friends again. Because that’s how he was. And watching Pat Harvey crack when reporting the news is heartbreaking. And seeing that the CBS post has been shared 121+ times is a testament to how great James was.
Getting to work with him when I was at the station was a privilege and a blessing… and judging from what I’ve read, everyone else feels the same way.
I’m going to miss James. I already miss James. He was an incredible human being whose mere presence touched so many people. Bryan Frank wrote this beautiful piece about James, and I wanted to share it.
the reagan museum better have shots of whiskey at the door...
me:hey look, more stuff from a mediocre movie!
my mom:i *liked* tucker a man and his dream...
me:sorry, i'm just hungry. i can't handle this kind of narcissism on an empty stomach. we should at least sample sincerely average wine before we go into this self-made, self-selected museum of stuff a guy did that all in all isn't so great... or hasn't been great in years.
my mom:you've never been to a presidential library have you?
I had heard of this magical place where the wines were white, the beers were dark, the men were straights and dogs were the happiest of anyone… I thought it was a myth. I also heard rumors that you could rent a small home for about 1100 with a yard. At the right angle, you could see snow-capped mountains… And everyone I knew who lived there was totally in love with the place.
I’m on day 3 (yup — friday, saturday sunday) in what my friend Julie called “the magical place of wonder,” and I decided to start looking for homes. Apparently there are decent 1-bedrooms under a grand and actual 1-2 bedroom bungalow homes for about 1100-1500 (still less than a shit one bedroom in oakland!). No one does tours on a Sunday, which is standard for everywhere but also annoying. I realized on Friday that every part of Portland is pretty much that annoying cute area with dog-friendly places to drink wine and eat food off a truck that I seek out wherever I call home.
Good: Pretty much everything. Bad: I’m still really attached to California. I also went to the beach yesterday and went past the insane logging that caused the knee-jerk eco terrorist reactions that I would have been a part of had I gone to Reed. And holy crap, I get it. I wanted to Lorax out and speak for the trees. It was horrifying. End of the day: Would rather live here than the Bay. And Los Angeles and I still need a break. Plus, Oliver will love it. The dogs are super happy. Justified fear: May get fat, the food is really good. Annoying whine: The wine is crap here. I already miss Santa Rosa. Oh and it’s colder than I’m used to.
OK off to the bus. Tomorrow is work and find a home and/or find a home later. I can’t leave until June or so.
Hey gang: do you think Bammerz should've released the Osama photos, or are you fine with not looking at crush films/death porn?
Absolutely not. I understand why people would want to see it (actually I don’t because I don’t like snuff films or gore), but I think acting in a brutish manner will only cement further disdain towards the United States by the people who are already basically looking for reasons to hate us. And I think one of the smartest things they did was give Osama bin Laden a burial appropriate to his religion. If anything, it shows that Obama’s government is significantly different and more respectful than Bush’s towards our those we fight.
As much as I guess I should feel some level of joy at the demise of a man who was probably involved with 9/11 (though honestly, I’ve always wondered if the people who did the plane business were like the guys from the Princess Bride who just wanted to start a war for the hell of it and Bin Laden was like “yeah, sure, *I* did that.”) and definitely involved in various other horrible acts of violence around the country, I just can’t celebrate murder… No matter how awful the person is. And it’s not like the death of Bin Laden is going to end terrorism. It’ll probably create some power vacuum in which more crazy people will seek out means to establish themselves as the new figurehead in the war against the great Western Satan. And until we stop creating economic and political scenarios in which impoverished peoples in awful situations can absolutely blame us for their horrors — to the point where they think martyrdom is a legitimate life choice — we will never ever end this war or series of wars. Even when I was in New York on that terrible day and watched the horror unfold for months afterward, I never thought causing that kind of destruction to someone else would solve a thing. And yes I’m a hippie peacenik, but it’s just common sense. For every person we injure or kill in the name of freedom or oil or whatever, we’re creating a whole group of pissed off people (friends, family members, etc.) that will absolutely hold a grudge. But our war with the Soviets in Afghanistan and later Iran in the 1980s created the mess that planted the seeds that have gotten us to where we are now. And our economic sanctions just compounded the problem. We need to stop being so jingoistic in our reactions and as a culture try to understand these people in order create long-term change.
That being said, reading that local kids’ soccer balls that went over the fence at the Bin Laden compound were essentially lost forever is kind of funny. I mean, WHAT AN ASSHOLE.
Watching the last episode of Freaks and Geeks. One of the few in which a Lindsay adventure did not mimic my own high school experience. But you know what? Anna from the O.C. is right… American Beauty really *is* a fantastic album.