Everything Day Logs
< beck | ford >
A rare good night's sleep, but, oddly, that became disorienting, and a good part of the day became Space Day
I received an update on a cousin's condition - not good. He's having a "make a wish" sort of Christmas in New York right now. I think I have a funeral in my near future, but I no longer own a suit for such things. He's only a year older than me, and that spooks me a bit; we're supposed to be living longer with each generation, aren't we? Even the hardest-living of the family - both sides - lived to senior citizen status before dying, except for one twentysomething drug overdose. Now I'm afraid to see the doctor. No news is...
As It Happens had a short Curtis Mayfield obit as I started this writeup - a bio, and "People Get Ready" overcoming the only-optimal-for-voices RealAudio stream. A little late, but so was I. But then again, I'm not a newsgathering organization.
Death death death. Brood brood brood. Wake me when it's springtime.
But I was wonderfully cheered by lucentshoe's NPR writeup, with Linda Wertheimer and Daniel Schorr, et al, on his/her list of "bodacious radio babes". I was expecting a paean to Deborah Wang or something, but lucentshoe got it right :)