Josh Friedman, the screenwriter soon to be best known as the a writer of the forthcoming masterpiece, Snakes on a Plane (no, really), was once mostly known for his very funny blog about Hollywood. Then he had the selfishness to go and get cancer and, not surprisingly, the blog took a more serious turn.
In the wake of his cancer surgery, Josh is in an introspective mood, and discusses life, writing, his eulogy and the words he knows will make him immortal:
I had to be at the hospital two hours before surgery and my biggest worry was leaving before my son woke up. My second biggest worry was not leaving before my son woke up.
As it turned out, he woke up a few minutes before I had to leave. I hugged him, told him I loved him and that I would see him later. Toddlers have no sense of time and as far as he was concerned, the word “later” meant either “when you walk around the corner” or “oatmeal.”
I knew that “later” meant one of two things: either “five days from now when they let me out” or “never.”
When I was young my parents took me to the funeral of a family friend. I’m sure at the time I thought she was old. I now realize she was probably younger than I am. She died of cancer, I don’t remember what kind, and who really cares. Dead is dead and no one ever asks the families of shooting victims what kind of bullet it was. What I remember was she had written her own eulogy. I don’t remember a single word of it, but I remember hearing her voice in the words. It felt like she had traveled some way to find us, and I was happy she had taken the time to visit. I missed her less, and wasn’t nearly as scared of where she had gone. She was real, she was present, and while she was less than alive she was much more than dead.
Back then I knew that words were fun toys and that I was a clever little boy who pleased the grown-ups who watched him play with pen and paper. I could rub two sentences together but did not understand that doing so might create fire. This was the first time I had witnessed a spell being cast.
I won’t spoil the rest. You really ought to read it for yourself.
I feel sorry for the guys at The Onion. Making up fake news must get harder and harder when real life keeps raising the bar, as this story from the Associated Press illustrates:
Britney Spears will soon be giving birth again — in Brooklyn, as a sexy sculpture that has drawn thousands of hate e-mails.
“This is a new take on pro-life. Pro-lifers normally promote bloody images of abortion. This is the image of birth,” Daniel Edwards said of his work, to be unveiled at a Brooklyn gallery in April, months after Edwards’ sculpture of Ted Williams severed head stirred up an artistic storm.
The life-size pop princess is naked and pregnant, crouching face-down on a bare-toothed bear rug as the baby’s head appears on the opposite end.
I had to check to make sure this wasn’t an early April Fool’s joke article.
Leaving aside the TV show tie-in nature of this album, the Desperate Housewives
soundtrack stands up nicely as a concept album, with female artists covering classic tunes relating to love and domestic life.
A glance over the list of artists will suggest the soundtrack will be somewhat uneven, and that’s borne out by a through listening. SheDaisy doesn’t really have the chops of Martina McBride, Liz Phair or the Indigo Girls (and the latter don’t even seem to be trying particularly hard).
Some artists, like Phair or Gloria Estefan, try and put their own spin on things, while others do a more note-for-note classic rendition. It’s typically those trying to make the song their own who succeed the best, and there are enough such performances to make this album work.
Fun stuff, although it’s a shame more of it never made it onto the actual TV show.
A recommended purchase for fans of Liz Phair, Gloria Estefan or Martina McBride.
Although Rilo Kiley was somewhat overshadowed by Death Cab for Cutie and other similar acts in 2005, they really deserve to be more widely heard, as More Adventurous is one of 2005’s most refreshing CDs.
“Portions for Foxes” is the clear stand-out hit here, and while no other song approaches it in quality, “It’s a Hit,” “Accidental Death” and “A Man/Me/Then Jim” more than justify the purchase of the CD.
Although much of More Adventurous is smooth well-tuned modern pop, hints of Jenny Lewis’ future more folksy solo project turn up here and there, including in “I Never,” which is a cowboy hat and a steel guitar away from being a hit country single.
A recommended purchase for fans of Death Cab for Cutie, the Postal Service or even Sons and Daughters.
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