Monthly Archives: March 2012

So sad

Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been trying to get through the story of the singer Bobby Darin — of Splish Splash, Dream Lover, Queen of the Hop (my personal favorite), Beyond the Sea and Mack the Knife fame — and his stormy, doomed marriage to teen star Sandra Dee (of the Gidget and Tammy movies, among others).

After seeing the rather creepish biopic Beyond the Sea, starring a far-too-old Kevin Spacey as Darin (but it was Spacey’s own project, and reportedly Darin was his idol), I was curious about their relationship. Their son, Dodd, wrote the painful tribute back in 1994, a decade before his mother’s death. Darin died way too young, only making it to his 37th birthday before succumbing to a congenital heart disorder.

The most striking and tragic thread is how unbelievably unprepared Sandy was for adult life. Playing much older girls in film, and therefore giving the public the impression she was older, the 16-year-old married Darin — eight years her senior — in 1960. Soon after, Dodd Mitchell Darin was born. Up until she met Bobby on a film set, Sandra was completely controlled and sheltered by her mother. She’d never made a decision on her own. She didn’t know how to make a cup of coffee for herself, or navigate her way around a city. Bobby, on the other hand, was raised Brooklyn-poor (born Walden Robert Cassotto), but grew up pampered and spoiled because of his constant illnesses.

The story around who his mother really was would blow anyone’s mind. Make ’em cuckoo. So you can imagine the dysfunction when these two souls were thrown together.

So sad. If I had time this morning, I’d delve deeper into other revelations (such as Bobby’s unrivaled cruelty to some of his fans — the very people who put him at the top of the charts and paid to see his movies), but…I must be going. Faculty meeting this morning, yay.

Grab this book if you like bios — it’s a head shaker.

Today will be good

With one exception. One of my classes misbehaved for the substitute teacher. That’s a bad thing. Gonna have to deal with it.

Do you feel lucky?

The good thing: drinky test came up negative. So it’s on to the next thing. J’ever feel like you’re falling apart from the inside out?

 

Drinky test, drinky test

How I hate you. *hork*

I get to drink some icky stuff, then wait. Drink, wait, repeat — for four hours today. Yay! At least I can get some work done before driving back from Cleveland and to school for rehearsal tonight.

School’s on a 2-hour delay because of snow…but it’s supposed to be 49 degrees tomorrow. Wacky!

Up for air

Saturday was not fun. Mavis and I did some shopping yesterday, which was a real bright spot, but other than that, there was no joy. However, today is different. Oh wait…today is all work, too.

Nevermind.

I’m supposed to have company later this morning — maybe that will brighten my day. Ever have one of those mornings when even going back to bed doesn’t seem to be a viable option? I think it’s just that time of the year. It happens. Ah well…nothing that a café mocha won’t fix. Be right back.

And there we go. I was going to review The Rum Diary for you this morning, but decided against it — mostly because it left me not really caring. It was mildly entertaining (it’s Johnny, after all, luvs), but overlong. Depp gave too many Jack Sparrowish puzzled-and-grossed-out looks; the plot was fractious, the bad guys stereotyped…basically a disappointment. Blah.

But hey, there’s always The Godfather II. Turned on the set at 10:00 last night, and there it was on AMC. Nice way to end the evening!

And, in case you don’t frequent Facebook for my pithy updates: we’re almost there. :-)

TGIF indeed

And while I’m not really sure why I’m so hap-hap-happy it’s Friday, given the amount of work I have to do this weekend (and no sleepover with the Js), I’m glad to have gotten through it all the same. Aren’t you? It’s another week closer to summer fun.

The time is coming when I will feel the need to rant about the upcoming changes in the teacher evaluation system. I feel it like an underground lava river. I posted this cartoon on Facebook last night:

Truthfully? That’s the gist of the thing. But I won’t get into it now. Just wanted to bring your kind attention to the “drive-by” aspect of this debacle. I will also be affected somehow, but they don’t know how yet. I don’t think they know what to do with us (specialists), since our subject is not tested at the state level. I imagine some edspeak robot will come up with a way to funnel the essence of singing, acting and dancing into an extended response question. Atta boys.

Hey, I said I wasn’t going to yammer about this today. It’s payday! Yay!   :mrgreen: It’s time to pay bills now! Boo!  :evil:

Happy Finkday, fiends — hugs all around.