Category Archives: Random Neuron Firings

Yesterday

Sure seems like it.

Lance gets married this weekend. And just as I did before Sean’s wedding in 2003, I’m sitting here on a quiet Sunday morning with my memories, amazed at how fast little boys grow up.

Lance Philip was a silly, happy, loud, creative child. (He is now a silly, happy, loud, creative man.)

He walked at 9 months, and his first word was “hot.” Over the first 8 years of his life, he had more stitches, head wounds and accidents than any other child I have ever seen, met, heard of, read about or imagined in my wildest nightmares. I still think the emergency room staff suspected me…

Lance was and is my “free spirit.” Sean was introspective and conversational; obedient and quiet, never wanting to upset things or make waves. Lance lived to make waves. He *was* a wave; an endless wave of energy, creativity, laughter and mischief. (And it got him in trouble a few times, didn’t it Lancey???)

In other words, he was just like his mother. *sigh*

And now he’s all grown up. I love this picture of him (one of his high school graduation photos). I know he’d rather I didn’t post it, but seein’ as how Lance and I are very much alike…I don’t care. HA

Seriously, though. Lance has grown up to be a wonderful, caring person, and I am thrilled to “hand him over” to the beautiful woman he will marry on Saturday. I know I’m not losing a son; I’m just losing my grip on his childhood, which went by way, way too fast.

So this is my blog-flavored sonnet to Lance, who will always — even when he’s 49 — be my baby boy.

*sNifFLe*

Deja vu all over again

To Kwame – having an affair, while unseemly, is not against the law. Lying about it under oath, however, is.

Looks like one nightmare is over for the troubled, now ex-mayor of Detroit, with another one waiting in the wings; namely, jail time, disbarment, probation from seeking elected office for five years, and making restitution to the tune of a cool $1M.

It’s been interesting over the past few months to watch this story develop (and degenerate). I mean, people fall down sometimes. I have no rocks to throw or ax to sharpen. But the proof was in the text messages. How do you fight that? He maintained his innocence for such a long time — and now, to come clean when it was clear he had no other options simply makes him look silly. And don’t forget guilty.

Personally, I chalk it up to a flaw that trips up the best of us: the obligatory pride which goeth before a fall. Hubris. I-can’t-get-caught-ism.

The Thriller has a saying that really makes sense, and I plagiarize him on it all the time: People will ride the gravy train until it stops running. That’s what Kwame did. The action was great and the perks were many. He was drunk on his power, which clouded his better judgment. I don’t think he’s a bad man; rather, I just think he took a gargantuan detour to Stupidville because he (apparently) believed there was no one watching him as he ultimately painted himself into a corner. That gets ’em every time.

For real…how many Kwames are there out there in public life? Many are nice guys (and girls) who simply believe they are above reproach or censure, so they throw caution (and common sense) to the four winds and behave as if life’s a big frat party. Fun while it lasts, but, as Yours Truly is wont to say to her students: Ya makes yer choices and ya lives with the consequences. And Kwame is reaping his harvest right now.

The outcome reminds me a little of the quiz show controversy of the 1950s. What Charles Van Doren did (fooled the TV public by getting the quiz answers ahead of time) was not illegal, but lying about it to a federal grand jury….

The crazy things we do.

That’s enough spewing of gray matter for one morning.

Hollyweird II

I just don’t get it. How inattentive (or strung out) do you have to be to smuggle heroin and cocaine into LAX and think you’ll get away with it?

Former teen star Mackenzie Phillips was nailed again for dope last night. I talked about her costar, Valerie Bertinelli, a couple of weeks ago. They were both on the 70s sitcom, One Day at a Time. Mackenzie was eventually fired from the show for repeated drug use. Some habits really do die hard…

She is the daughter of the late John Phillips of The Mamas & the Papas fame, who, unfortunately, was also a career druggie. But he was a talented songwriter, too, having written one of my all-time faves of the 60s, “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair).” Absolutely great song.

Anyway, Mackenzie is reportedly going back to rehab. I hate that word, rehab. Talk about overused — and for increasingly wackier reasons (can you say David Duchovny?). But honestly, those of us in the real world can’t go to rehab. We deal with it. Who could take six weeks off work at the drop of a hat to “go to the spa and get your health back?”

Truly though, we all have our demons to fight. I wish her the best. But can rehab be addictive?

Photo credit: eonline.com

Horror-cane

You know how you read one page, and then find an interesting link, then another, then another? That happened to me yesterday afternoon while I was recuperating from my fabulous visit with Jake (he wears out Grammie’s arms, lemmetellya). He is into everything and loves playing piano from his mommy’s lap. I have been told by my son that I will be Jake’s piano teacher, like it or not. (Actually, I like it.)

But I digress. Back to the subject.

After the kids left, I checked weather.com for the latest on Gustav. I ended up a half an hour later on several sites on the history of hurricanes in the US over the last century or so. Time and again, the hurricane that obliterated Galveston, Texas in 1900 was mentioned.

I’d seen a special on the Weather Channel about it a few years ago; the storm still holds the record for the highest casualties of any weather-related disaster in US history. And much of it can be chalked up to plain, old-fashioned human hubris.

The town weather man, Isaac Cline, told residents who insisted a seawall be built to protect Galveston from hurricanes that there was pretty much no way a storm could destroy the city, or even disable it. He dismissed the idea as rubbish, and since he was the resident weather scientist, folks took him at his word.

It would be their undoing.

On 8 September, 1900, Galveston was indeed destroyed by “The Great Storm.” And, as is the case with all hurricanes that make landfall, it wasn’t the wind and rain that did the deed — it was the storm surge. Most of the US cities on the Atlantic coastline are less than 10 feet above sea level, which makes them sitting ducks.

Remember the tsunami back in 2004 that hit Banda Aceh, Indonesia and Phuket, Thailand? A tsunami is a big ol’ storm surge. Check out this home video if you want to see what a few big waves can do to a city:
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You can also see some incredible before-and-after pictures of storm surge damage here.

At least there are early warning systems nowadays that make it almost a certainty that people can evacuate to higher ground and escape the worst.

It is difficult to imagine doing what the citizens of Galveston had to do after their tragedy. With as many as 8,000 dead, cemeteries (which were also flooded, most likely) were out of the question. They ended up gathering up the dead in wagons, putting them on a barge, sailing out a ways, and dumping them in the ocean.

Let’s hope it’s not that bad today, anywhere. Ick.

Photo credits: abcnews.com, noaa.gov

RNF IX

Random Neuron Firings

…for Labor Day Weekend.

  1. I hope I look this good when I’m 50, but the skeleton arms are a bit scary. At least she has sense enough to cover all the other parts people don’t want to see on a 50-year-old woman.
  2. Who says over 40 can’t be gorgeous when they clean up like this?
  3. I’m really worried about the people on the Gulf Coast. If you are of the praying ilk, please do so.
  4. I love it when a friend writes and says wonderful things. Send me a nice email. I will love you even more.
  5. Early this morning, I went through my dresser and found nine pairs of jeans and slacks I can’t wear anymore. They’re going up on eVil eBay today. Yippy.
  6. Speaking of…I still have yet to receive a response from eBay “Help” regarding my situation. They know they’re dead wrong.
  7. Thirteen more days until the wedding! Heidi, if you’re reading this, sorry to make you barf.
  8. This is a well-written article. I have to get that book.
  9. I got next to nothing done yesterday, but I had a nice time not doing it.
  10. I get to see Jakey today! He is Grammie’s boy.

Happy Long Weekend — send positive thoughts to New Orleans.