Frank Robinson

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NOT AN OBITUARY!
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I was listening to KEXP this morning and the DJ played a Nick Cave song, and decided for no reason to play a second Nick Cave song... in between the two, he said "No reason! Nobody's died! I just wanted to play some Nick Cave this morning!" Funny/notfunny about how I and others, apparently, immediately assume someone's dead just because the radio played two songs in a row from the same person.

Another Coachella Valley resident...

 Proclivities wrote:

This was told as an up-by-his-own-bootstraps story. While it mentioned in passing that Baker's uncle was the long-time editor of the New York Times, the book never addressed whether that helped his career. And he told no insidey stories.   It seemed like the Pulitzer was a payoff for keeping his mouth shut.

edit: In contrast Sy Hersh's autobiography, Reporter, really is an up-by-his-bootstraps story, and says a lot about the craft of journalism. If he wins a (second) Pulitzer for that, I will take it all back.

Another Coachella Valley resident...https://www.washingtonpost.com...

 rhahl wrote:
 
Well, maybe it was when compared to other biographies and autobiographies of that year...?  Maybe not?

 ptooey wrote:

 

 Antigone wrote:
 
"Growing Up" was good. But a PulletSurprise good? No.

Russell Baker.

Zimbabwe music star Oliver Mtukudzi dies in Harare at 66

Lorna Doom

 GeneP59 wrote:
 

Funkhouser!  You will be missed, buddy!

 RabbitEars wrote:
 

 Antigone wrote:
 
such a treasure, mary. 

When death comes

like the hungry bear in autumn;

when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;

when death comes

like the measle-pox

when death comes

like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:

what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything

as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,

and I look upon time as no more than an idea,

and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common

as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,

tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something

precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/15/obituaries/carol-channing-dead.html

Another Coachella Valley resident along with Bob Einstein.

Mary Oliver.

 Coaxial wrote:
 

Didn't realize that he was Albert Brooks' brother.

And for the Captain too.

the capt's ship has sailed...

rip

And a tip of the helmet to you too Super Dave