This is incredibly sad: Jam Master Jay, one of the pioneers of rap music with Run DMC was shot dead Wednesday night. He was 37.
Before anyone points to the East-West rap violence: this group well predates gangsta rap. They had no violence in their music, the group that brought Aerosmith back with their remake of Walk this way.
Correction from yesterday: the Quebec Minister who resigned was the Minister of Justice, not security.
The Parti Quebecois (PQ), Quebec’s ruling seperatist party, is really on their last legs, in my opinion.
First they decided to bring back Jacques Parizeau - the former PQ leader and premiere who managed to ruin himself in the media every time he opened his mouth.
Now the party Minister of Security made a very public resignation - and essentially said the reason the party is currently in third place in popularity polls is because the party has been straying away from their stated separation goals.
There’s a moron ignoring the fact that the majority of people here - myself included - are sick of that particular issue.
The Two Towers Protest seems to be gone, based on the fact that the URL doesn’t work.
I guess enough people showed the folks in charge the ignorance of their belief so that they pulled it.
Two Towers Protest. Some people go too far in their PC views… these folks are accusing The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers of being so named to cash in on the September 11 tragedy.
Can’t be the name of the book, written over 60 years ago or anything…
The news today was flooded about the arrest of two suspects who might be responsible for the sniper attacks in the US. They had the same caliber rifle, had a hole drilled in the back of their car…
Are these the people responsible? Maybe it’s the paranoia freak inside of me, but I’m not so sure. It just feels too pat that the perpetrators of these heinous acts would be caught with all the evidence in tow.
Besides, the reports say they were caught in a blue car. The crimes were reported as emanating from a white van.
Far too often, I’m reminded again how life is unfair:
In Burlington, VT one of the closest friends to my family is Rose Greenblatt. I showed her Montreal’s Chinatown many years ago, she came to my cousin Ellen’s college graduation in Boston a few years ago too. She isn’t a spring chicken at 87, but she’s one of the closest people to a blood relation for us there.
Last week, she saw a doctor about a compound back fracture. When the results came back, the doctor suggested she come in with family. My aunt and a very close friend Joan Chernoff came with. The reason they were asked to come in: Rose has a major case of cancer.
Her doctor was good enough not to mention the c-word directly to her. Unfortunately, an idiot intern blurted it all out.
Here’s a woman who diligently got checkups, pap smears, whatever… but American medical folks don’t look for things diligently, so this has been building up for years untreated. Result: what might have been treatable is now terminal.
The doctor won’t assign her chemotherapy. She has maybe 6 months left. Chemo would leave her sick and weak for maybe 3 months more.
Thing is, the doctor told this only to my aunt and the friend. Rose saw an Oncologist yesterday, and got the verdict. From what mom told me, after hearing this it was as if all the fight she had left drained away.
This sucks. DAMMIT, THIS SUCKS!! We’ll all die some day, but fate can at least be good enough not to give us suffering too… especially this. Rose doesn’t deserve it.
Sorry for the messed-up look on this blog the past two days. I’ve been playing around with the idea of CSS layouts. It’s been a lot more challenging than the “easy change” the codes promised. I should have everything fixed up soon though.
I’ll be trying a new template for this blog soon… one using CSS absolute positioning instead of [TABLE]s for design.
Hopefully, that will end my problems with journal shrinking text.
Tonight I cleared the final boxes from my living room heater. Just in time for the colder weather and the heat to kick in.
As a result I found my 2-CD edition of Miles Davis Bitches Brew. I’m not a fan of electronic jazz (I think you have to be into major psychadelic drugs to really appreciate it), but it brings me one step closer to gathering my entire collection of CDs.
Jeffrey Allan Boman is a writer/artist/filmmaker, with a few game author credits and a few script wins and NaNoWriMo (the National Novel Writing Month) novel wins since 2002.
I try to talk about Jazz music here, but life has many other twists and turns to talk about as well.
