Jobs had been teaching us to say goodbye to all that for decades — we just didn’t know it.

… in these final years, when the auditorium lights in would go down and the crowd would go wild for Jobs, who increasingly greeted his followers and touted the latest neat, new thing even as he wore the look of a person who was not going into that future with us.

He would be getting off here; we were to proceed without him … Let it go and look ahead was the message all along.
Hank Stueval in the Washington Post

Okay, I’m going to cry some more. Read the rest of this entry »

From The Last Time Anyone Was Happy:

I tore out the door the moment I heard the truck. R.T. slowly got out, leaned back against the hood and lit a cigarette like he had all the time in the world. Looking at me through the smoke, in that infuriating way he had.

“You got anything on under that T-shirt?” he said. Read the rest of this entry »

Pretending to take Jack Kennedy’s order. At JFK’s inauguration. January 20, 1961. Fifty years ago. When I was either an infant, or in high school, take your pick. Read the rest of this entry »

Day care may prevent certain children from establishing a healthy relationship with their parents, a new study suggests.

The results show the more time fussy, irritable infants spend in day care, the less likely they are to develop a so-called secure attachment with their mothers. A secure attachment means babies are at ease exploring their surroundings, but can still seek comfort from their mom when they need to—they are not clingy or aloof. Read the rest of this entry »

… Only Sky.

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Oh, right. Blog. Entries. Write. Timely. All this stuff to remember. I get so caught up in my own reading or in reading online of the various crises that sweep the web—and then there is real life, a blurry distinction if ever there was one. I feel like such a traitor to the San Francisco Chronicle, which was for so many years such a great read in the morning, a daily magazine almost; now this thin, flabby thing is thrown upon my doorstep that is so much easier to skim online. Read the rest of this entry »

For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

What striking words. I am certain they apply to 9/11. All I remember of that heart-sinking day was a call from a friend. New York, she cried, Turn on the TV! So I watched it live nearly from the start. One piece of video I wish I’d saved, now. Yes, there’s endless bits on the web. But I never found the footage I’m about to describe.
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Come down here and be my house monk. Course you can’t do that. Kids and all. And I am so much older than I used to be. I no longer look or feel very foxy, although god knows of course that I am a good-looking woman. Some things never change. I was watching Otis Redding at Monterey Pop, a time seemed to last forever, then. I don’t think I could bear to watch it if I didn’t, in some far corner of my dreams, think it could all happen again. Or never ended. Right, and Otis is not dead. He was twenty-five at the time of those incredible recordings. Twenty-five and bursting with a talent it’s hard to account for, with soul and good looks. Good moves. What if someone like that had lived?
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