It’s all fun and games until someone dies, as was the case with Robin Williams. When celebrities have very public “breakdowns,” we find them entertaining, sensational, intriguing. When celebrities die from these illnesses, however, we grieve for them, celebrate their lives, and profess our sympathy for their struggle.
- ‘The Spectacle of Mental Illness‘ from Let’s Queer Things Up!
I spotted this article in the Freshly Pressed section of WordPress. It’s definitely a worthwhile read as it opens your mind by referencing two cases which have been treated so differently by many.
I don’t remember how I came to be in that house. Everyone was asleep, but I was drawn to one of the upstairs rooms. The stairs were creaky but I was quiet. I was always quiet.
“I want to do something splendid…something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead. I don’t know what, but I’m on the watch for it and mean to astonish you all someday”
- Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
But not today. Today I’m enjoying my day off, in lieu of working the public holiday last week. I’ve been in and out of bed all morning, since waking at a God-awful hour for some bizarre reason. My 9-day run at work was only rewarded with a regular 2-day weekend, so this bonus day is more than welcome.
‘Now people don’t ever want to talk to me about The X-Files. They only want to ask about Jamie Dornan.’
- Gillian Anderson on her The Fall co-star
I love Gillian Anderson and have loved her work in television from the moment I first watched The X-Files one sleepless night.
I think I liked the idea of an article about terrible key changes in songs more than the article itself. The countdown style of the article insinuated that the key changes would get worse as you went along, but I didn’t feel that was the case at all.
(LOST) helped to normalize the idea that television can be watched intimately with millions of people not currently seated on your couch and that episodes don’t end when the credits roll — they stretch and bleed into the rest of the week through a dizzying scrim of chat windows, status updates, and ill-advised Googling.
Happy 10 year anniversary, Lost!
In the days before I had the internet I sat down by the CD player, pen in hand, and listened to Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, writing the lyrics down as I heard them. There were parts I couldn’t quite make out (in retrospect there were a lot of incorrect lyrics in my version) and there were plenty of bits I didn’t understand, but the point is that I made the effort to listen to the lyrics and hopefully get a deeper understanding of the song.
In 2006, three years after my first solo trip to visit my place of birth and reacquaint myself with my relatives, I returned ahead of my family, having booked a week-long tour of Peru. The tour began in Lima, then moved to Cuzco and the Sacred Valley before taking us to the jungle, ending the tour with our very own Amazon experience, where I filmed the only video of mine ever to have gone viral.