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  1. The Big C

    May 6, 2012 by Katie Schwartz

     

    The last scene of the first season finale of The Big C was stupendous.


  2. Six Feet Under Series Finale

    May 6, 2012 by Katie Schwartz

     

    To me, the last 15 minutes of the series finale was one of the best moments in television.


  3. Letters of Love — Part II

    March 16, 2012 by Katie Schwartz

    The original source is, Letters Of Note who got it from “Dear Wit.” I had the good fortune of stumbling upon it via a place and a person, and I am grateful. 

     

    Dear Sir:

    I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

    I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

    I have just returned and I still like words.

    May I have a few with you?

    Robert Pirosh
    385 Madison Avenue
    Room 610
    New York
    Eldorado 5-6024

    Image courtesy of, J Black Designs, but you need permission to view the site. Still. Credit must be given.

    To read more about Robert Pirosh, please visit this page on Letters of Note.

     

     


  4. Letters of Love

    March 16, 2012 by Katie Schwartz

    Words are one of my greatest loves and when one of my greatest loves wrote this, I had to share it.

    “The heart is an amazing organ. It has the capacity to grow and accommodate as much love as you can find in life. It also can support all the love you want to give and share. The one thing the heart does not do is fill the void that is left when you lose one of your loves. The upside of that is you never forget. By not forgetting, the love you had will stay with you forever, and that is a good thing.

    My father told me just before he died that life is a book. As you go through life, you tear out the pages with the bad things, and you leave only the pages with the good things. T was a page you will keep.”

    Author — JKS

    Picture courtesy of: Industrial Grunge


  5. So, Death, Hi, How are ya?

    February 22, 2012 by Katie Schwartz

    I recently found out that a friend — He wasn’t just a friend, died. I don’t know how he died, I only know that he’s dead. I need to know how he died, but I never will. I wonder if he was buried or cremated. I wonder where he is and what he’s thinking. See, he died 17 years ago, but I found out that he died today via a Facebook friend request… in his name…

    He was funny, clever, charismatic, burly, persistent and amazing.

    What is he doing? He has to be doing something because I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that he’s just dead, lying six feet under or that his ashes are whirling around somewhere. Even though he shouldn’t be dead, he must be doing something, right?

    I hope that he didn’t suffer. I hope that his death was painless. Fingers crossed.

    Anyway, I got to thinking about having dead friends on Facebook. Surely, this can’t be a bad thing. I won’t get Farmville requests or pokes, or invites to Branch Out, or whatever the fuck that connection app is. He’s less likely to post spam pictures of shoes. So, there’s that.

    I think the weirdest part (right, Katie, this is the weirdest part, whereas none of the aforementioned is. I know) was when I received an email from his email address via his friend. I was engaging in a conversation with dead him, his friend or a fraud? He can’t be dead, I need to believe that if he is, I was communicating with dead him, not his friend or a fraud. The tone was very unlike him, though.

    17 years later, my dead friend reemerges.

    I haven’t assigned an emotion to any of this yet.

    Circle back with me in a week or so.

     

     

     

     

     


  6. The Green Thing

    December 2, 2011 by Katie Schwartz

    I got this from my fadda and wanted to share, even though it might be super viral. Who knew viral would be a good thing?

    Somewhere we wandered off the right direction….

    In the line at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

    The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.”

    The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment.”

    He was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

    Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

    We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

    Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

    Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.

    We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

    Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

    The original greenies

     


  7. Onward and Upward?

    October 1, 2011 by Katie Schwartz

    Tonight, I had the unfortunate, fortunate? experience of driving through Beverly Hills. As I watched hundreds of folks dressed in expensive clothes, eating and spilling out of restaurants, and into their overpriced cars, I wondered how many of them cared about the 99%.

    There is nothing wrong with having money. In fact, I think financial freedom is a tremendous gift. I hope they appreciate their financial freedom and remember that, perhaps, for most, the “American dream” made it possible. I hope they are part of the movement that is willing to pay higher taxes.

    Speaking for myself, I’m equal parts terrified and proud of Americans protesting. Terrified because it marks a new beginning in aggressive social change. What will that mean? Will we be successful? Will the great divide between the rich and poor find a bridge? Will the middle class be reborn? Though, I wasn’t part of the 60s generation that protested for civil rights and equality, etc., I would have been. So, of course, joining the movement is of great importance to me.

    When I see videos and pictures of extremely successful individuals participating, I am deeply moved and grateful. What an enriching reminder that we, the 99% aren’t fighting this alone. There are so many wealthy people on our side, willing to pay higher taxes. That is amazing.

    I’ve been tweeting about how and where to get involved and wanted to write a post about it.

    Check out:

    Occupy Together is a hub for all states and cities across the United States where people are staging protests and actively protesting. I would encourage everyone to get involved, whether you’re part of the 99% or not, we all deserve a shot at the American dream, health insurance, financial and job opportunities, and so much more. Think of future generations, and try to imagine America even more divided. Pretty scary. I imagine a huge increase in crime, homelessness, death and sadness, among other things.

    Please scroll your mouse over “Events,” for cities/States in the US and, and, and internationally.

    PROTEST PEACEFULLY AND ASSERTIVELY. The mainstream press is marginalizing the 99%, but thousands of journalism blogs and activism websites are covering it.

    PS: I know this is a hocky hockarella post. I think it’s worth it.