"By the way nobody knows. Nobody knows what the f—k is going on. You’re going to die. You’re going to lay next to the people that you know the most in life, the people that you’re going to grow old with. But you’re going to lay next to them in the middle of the night…
“My stylist went out hunting for red leather pants and you would think that in 1981, in New York City, you would have been able to find red leather pants everywhere, but we could only find one pair,” he says over the phone from New Mexico. “So she brought the pants back and they didn’t fit anybody in the band.”
Very vivid scary dream last night. My family and Phil Hoffman’s mom and siblings are all at some sort of convention or something, and Phil is onstage. Everyone is applauding. And there’s some sort of pyro, and a spark catches on Phil, and his jacket starts to smolder. Phil pats it out and smiles, but then it catches again and a spark jumps up to his hair. And I’m yelling at the top of my lungs. And Phil is still smiling, but now engulfed in flames. Someone tackles him with a blanket or something, and I run to an empty room to dial 911.
Then I go backstage to check on Phil, and he (visibly burnt) is standing around with his family, laughing. Phil makes fun of me for yelling that he is one fire.
Then I have to go wait for the ambulance to tell them to go away.
"Russian scientists say they made a “unique” discovery while analyzing samples from the exterior of the International Space Station – traces of tiny sea creatures on the station’s windows and walls. It remains unclear how marine plankton ended up in space."
Since I first wrote this story of me, my mother and Elvis for selfishly cathartic reasons in 2002, I have been posting it ever year on the anniversary of Elvis’s death. It’s an apology of sorts, repeated over and over like a Hail Mary penance. Forgive me mother, for I have sinned…
Ooh, I have one too! (A little less heavy.)
My Mom and my Gran Gran and I were in the car, coming back from the mall. The radio was on. They interrupted with the news. Seven year old me blurts out, “Good, I never liked him.”
“Commander Vimes didn’t like the phrase ‘The innocent have nothing to fear’, believing the innocent had everything to fear, mostly from the guilty but in the longer term even more from those who say things like ‘The innocent have nothing to fear’.”—Terry Pratchett, Snuff (via ameliaswearheart)
Over the past few days I’ve seen a lot of confusion about the geography and municipal structure of Ferguson and St. Louis, so I just want to offer a quick rundown of the region and make some distinctions that often elude not only national media but frankly many St. Louis residents as well….