Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
m: i heard the perfect use of ~persay~ on cnn the other day
m: can't remember exactly. woman was interviewing someone, said, "so what would you call this and that, persay".
b: just wanted to hear herself say it
b: they love to hear it come out of their mouths
b: there's another one that people just one tier above the persays love. incidentally
b: meaningless little pocket of air that adds an air of intellectualism, either british or old fashioned
m: so i guess you're not a fan of coincidentally
b: no, but i would use if it fit in context, which it never would with me.
b: i do say ironically too often.
m: just stay away from ironically enough
b: exhausting trying to be clever outside of all of this common wisdom, though.
m: lately "in terms of" is being used in place of regarding, concerning, even "as far as", which was bad enough.
b: yeah. i say "as far as" more than "in terms of"
m: i rigorously avoid both. that kind of construction has to be thrown out entirely.
m: "now about x ..." is good. because most people say something like: "he won't get very far, in terms of x"
m: it's a ridiculous splitting of an idea. or they just tack on -wise. "he won't get very far x-wise"
b: well, i like that.
b: have you seen the apartment, 1960? shirley maclaine and jack lemmon. it's a joke throughout the movie.
b: "that's the way it crumbles...cookie-wise."
m: every midwest human resources mom tacks -wise onto her nouns.
m: anyone worth their salt...
m: worth your weight in gold
m: but yo
m: not everything that glitters is gold!
b: but how can you even tell, when it's always darkest before the dawn?
m: ha! oh shit i hate that one so much
m: but you CAN save it for a rainy day. Practical Dictionary of Cliches, "Never think again!!!"
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
The back of this stereoscope says "Aunt Josephine Robillard," so I assume she is my great-great aunt as this item came from my great-grandmother's collection. I love indoor photos of this era. There is so much crazy clutter, you see photos and memorabilia tacked all over the place and it's fun to zoom in and check it all out. I do recognize the woman in the photo above her right shoulder as my great-grandmother Celina Robillard. Although there is so much never to be known, I suppose it is decent that I know what I do about these people.
Firstly, it is known that he was an addict and carouser and part of a scandalous wolfpack of hard drinking, womanizing prankster sons of bitches, one of whom was Errol Flynn. Barrymore died in 1942 after years of serious self-abuse.
"After Barrymore's death, his friends - including Errol Flynn and Raoul Walsh - gathered at a bar to commiserate on John's passing. Walsh, claiming he was too upset, pretended to go home. Instead, he and two friends went to the funeral home and bribed the caretaker to lend them Barrymore's body. Transporting it to Flynn's house, it was propped up in Errol's favorite living room chair. Flynn arrived and described his reaction in his autobiography: "As I opened the door I pressed the button. The lights went on and - I stared into the face of Barrymore... They hadn't embalmed him yet. I let out a delirious scream... I went back in, still shaking. I retired to my room upstairs shaken and sober. My heart pounded. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night."
I thought about this story while watching Celebrity Ghost Stories, my not-so-secret guilty pleasure tv show, in which B-list and below celebrities narrate their personal experiences with the paranormal, from haunted hotels to seeing their own dead children. One of my favorite segments is the one with Tracy Nelson, daughter of Ricky Nelson. Her family moved into Errol Flynn's former home when she was a girl, at which point she felt traumatized by strange experiences and a general sense of aggression and activity in the house. Was this the same house where they propped Barrymore's body 30 years before? Perhaps. Tracy hated the house and felt unsafe at all times. It's gone now, having burned to the ground inexplicably.
The other fucked up Barrymore story involves his son, also named John:
"Barrymore left specific instructions that he be cremated and his ashes be buried next to his parents in the family cemetery in Philadelphia. However, as his brother Lionel Barrymore and sister Ethel Barrymore were Catholic and cremation was not then sanctioned by the Church, the executors (Lionel and Mervyn LeRoy) had Barrymore's remains entombed at Calvary Cemetery in Los Angeles. In 1980, John Drew Barrymore decided to have his dad cremated, and recruited his son John Blyth Barrymore to help. They removed the casket from its crypt, drove it to the Odd Fellows Cemetery, and made the preparations. John Jr. insisted on having a look inside before they left. After viewing the body, he came out white as a sheet, got in the car and said to his son, "Thank God I'm drunk, I'll never remember it."
I found a much longer retelling, allegedly by the grandson John Blyth Barrymore, posted on the internet here. Quite dark and strange, it's interesting what remains with people over the decades, that the son was so traumatized by the subverted wishes of the father about where to put his body. I can't decide if this sort of thing matters or not! I say no, but it certainly is a big deal for others.
This picture definitely makes me think about the bit about the nose cartilage.