This can usually be found on Twitter.
... how sweet is that?!
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Just found out at the Oscars last week that Joe Barbera, creator of animated dreams extraordinaire, died last December at the ripe old age of 95. I remember reading an article by him in Reader's Digest back when I was ten or so; and thinking about how cool it would be to just sit down and create entire worlds like that. There's a nice obit on BBC News. Rest in Peace, Joe Barbera - you've deserved it. May many more rise to take his place in the world of storytelling.
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yet another one of those dreams again. Like, the one I get a week and a bit after somebody dies. If I could be breathlessly superstitious, I could claim that it is the 13th day after they die that this happens =) - who knows?
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My grandmother passed away two days ago, on Thursday, 27 January, one day short of her 95th birthday. She was in the hospital after a hip replacement operation. All her surviving children gathered in Mumbai for her cremation the same evening. None of her nine grandchildren were there: five of them were in the US, two in India, one in Johannesburg, and one in Singapore. So it goes.
Once you count in Linda's recent death, this brings the total count of human beings I know who died in the last year to four (grandmom, aunt, grandmom, Linda); six, if you stretch the definition of a year somewhat, and count the deaths of my cat (Jan 11, last year) and my (other) aunt's dog (December). Not a pleasant year to be in.
I suppose this is the sort of thing which should inspire deep and meaningful questions about the nature of life, family, relationships, intimacy, friendships, and the life, but it doesn't. Not for me, anyway. I think maybe I'm just jaded. Life is, and then it isn't - do we have to make it worst by ascribing meaning and purpose to something so purposeless? Hmmm.
I haven't had "big thoughts" in quite a while, and I honestly can't tell if that's a good thing or not.
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."