Conquer badness with goodness.
Conquer meanness with generosity.
Conquer dishonesty with truth.
Netflix has an outstanding and engaging documentary on four friends with Asperger’s who’ve formed a comedy group, “Asperger’s Are Us”. Here it is on YouTube, for those without access to Netflix … …
THIS is leadership ….
One of Claude’s secret delights has always been in antique postcards. I hope you all don’t mind me sharing some from my collection.
Both of these shown in this post are from about 1911 …
(Reuters) -Leon Russell, who emerged in the 1970s as one of rock ‘n’ roll’s most dynamic performers and songwriters after playing anonymously on dozens of pop hits as a much-in-demand studio pianist in the 1960s, died on Sunday at age 74.
Russell, who was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2011, died in his sleep in Nashville, Tennessee, his wife said in a statement on his website.
Russell suffered health problems in his later years, having surgery to stop leaking brain fluid in 2010 and suffering a heart attack in July 2016.
“He was recovering from heart surgery in July and looked forward to getting back on the road in January,” said his wife, Jan Bridges.
Russell’s period of stardom as a performer was relatively brief, but Elton John, who had once been Russell’s opening act, engineered a comeback for him in 2010 when they collaborated on an album titled “The Union.”
“He was my biggest influence as a piano player, a singer and a songwriter,” John told ABC News.
Russell recorded more than 35 albums and also excelled as a songwriter for other performers. His “A Song for You” was recorded by Joe Cocker, the Carpenters, the Temptations, Neil Diamond, Lou Rawls, Dusty Springfield, Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin and good friend Willie Nelson. The Carpenters, Helen Reddy, Shirley Bassey, Robert Goulet and George Benson all covered Russell’s “This Masquerade,” with Benson’s version winning the 1976 Grammy as record of the year.
Russell was known as “the master of space and time” in his 1970s heyday. He wore a cocked top hat, and with salt-and-pepper hair past his shoulders and a beard that reached his chest, created an inscrutable image that was equal parts shaman, tent revival preacher and cosmic ringmaster.
He ruled the stage with piano-banging abandon and, backed by a multi-piece band and a backup chorus, put on a show that was a roiling stew of rock, soul, gospel and country.
Russell’s last performance was July 10 in Nashville
Pomegranate, Cake, Cheesecake
If you’ve got a minute, check out this food-porn site (and be sure to bring tissues because it’s drool inducing!).
Marianne slept slowly out of this life yesterday evening. Totally at ease, surrounded by close friends.
Your letter came when she still could talk and laugh in full consciousness. When we read it aloud, she smiled as only Marianne can. She lifted her hand, when you said you were right behind, close enough to reach her.
It gave her deep peace of mind that you knew her condition. And your blessing for the journey gave her extra strength. Jan and her friends who saw what this message meant for her, will all thank you in deep gratitude for replying so fast and with such love and compassion.
In her last hour I held her hand and hummed Bird on a Wire, while she was breathing so lightly. And when we left he room, after her soul had flown out of the window for new adventures, we kissed her head and whispered your everlasting words
So long, Marianne”
Gonna miss this president …. bigtime ….
… that is all, carry on ….
“… we are going to have equal rights and justice in our own country, or we will restructure their function in ours. …”
Yes, a campaign blanket, it was all I had. Anyway … now that the Bernie or Bust bus is going into the parking garage for storage we need to keep the progressive momentum going and focused on 2020. It’s coming, ready or not.
Remember, 2016 was not about a person (Sanders) it was (is!) about our ideals and furthering them into fruition for the good of all. One of the many things we should have learned by now is that there is no such thing as starting too early.
I hereby throw Jon Stewart’s hat into the 2020 ring. (*crowd roars*)
Now, given the famed “6 degrees of separation”, please tell a friend to tell a friend (etc.,) to give Stewart the heads up that he’ll be POTUS during the years 2020-2028.
Of all the things I’ve seen in recent times, this is the most profound and moving.
This is sweet, not only is this a nice rescue but watch how one Porcupine Fish calmly stays with the other (offspring? mate? pal?) as it’s being cut free.