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Saturday, August 23, 2014

#GoTigers2014!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

A rare double header today found me joyful to begin the day with the prospect of watching two full games of Tiger redemption after last night's bloodbath at Target Field which left my Tigs on the short end of a 20-6 blowout by the Twinkies.

 Okay, so the game starts at 10 am and three hours later we lost big again, this time 12-4.

Now today's 5pm game means a lot more than just whether or not our Ace Justin Verlander  is really back ready to pitch like himself after getting knocked out last time ten days ago in the first inning with a sore shoulder which kept him off the mound since then.
Until tonight.
Now we need JV to be JV!

#GoTigers2014!



Liev Schreiber Makes TV Directing Debut on Sunday's ‘Ray Donovan’

Liev Schreiber Makes TV Directing Debut on Sunday's ‘Ray Donovan’

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

RIP Robin Williams

This one I cannot avoid writing about. I first met Robin Williams in the 70s during the time I lived in San Francisco but spent a lot of time in LA on business, finally moving here in January 1978. As a kid growing up on an Ohio farm in the 1950s mesmerized by the new magic of television and enthralled by the TV comics like Red Skelton, Jack Benny, Bob Hope and the rest I knew right away that Robin Williams was cut from that same kind of cloth. In those days, I worked a bit honing my improvisational comedy skills in workshops on Union Square in The City and on the Sunset strip. Among everyone who tried to get a laugh doing improv, Robin was already legendary. His mind was a hummingbird of ideas and hilarious execution without a beat delay before moving on. We all tried to steal his act and everyone looked ridiculous by comparison. Later, I worked as the producer's media rep on the Oscar show when Robin won for Good Will Hunting and will take to my grave the memory of the warm moment I shared with Robin at the Governor's Ball that night. We laughed a lot.
Yeah, he liked cocaine too much. I spent the fall of 1981 in Seattle and my local girl friend had a neighbor who was dating Robin then and he brought her mason jars full of nose candy. We all have bad habits. Depression is something entirely separate yet intimately linked. Whatever made Robin decide to end his suffering this week is a real enemy to us all. Depression has been my daily companion as long as I can remember, from my years before 8 when my Mom and Dad and I lived in a rented farm house on Hellwig Road outside Toledo to these final days before my 65th birthday next month in the San Fernando Valley. So it is with that personal background that I will presume to consider what this remarkably talented man might have been driven by that resulted in the fatal malfunction of his survival instinct. He left three kids. I can not figure that one out but then I am a guy with three ex wives and no children so I am no expert in that area. Robin loved the San Francisco Giants like I love my Detroit Tigers and baseball will go on. The game survives us all. Laughter today will feel empty or forced or fake. I hope it doesn't last long before we can laugh freely again.
RIP Robin Williams

Thursday, July 31, 2014

a poem on July 31

       


               A Poem for Mom

Life happens all around us every day;
Reality waits for no one.
Caring not if we are at work or play,
Our eyes filled with tears or fun.

Blood red stains grip our clothing,
Awaiting soap and water;
Whilst bad guys avoid loathing,
Through lies to Mister Kot-ter

Are you rich or famous?
If not, you better work hard.
Maybe learn to act like Bette Davis!
Whatever you do, get outta my yard!


                               C. S. Warn
                                7-31-2014