Category Archives: National Stage

Kim Who?

Just watched “The Interview.” Our theatre missed out on a North Korean invasion, so that’s a good thing.

Was it funny? …..sure, kinda.

Was it in poor taste? ….some parts maybe.

Did it justify Kim Jong-un’s tirades and threats toward Sony and the U.S.? ….well, if I were him, it mighta pissed me off some.

Final assessment—Free speech rocks! We are so lucky to live here…


Election Hangover

About half of us are very happy today. And about half are quite unhappy. Last check, all of us are still Americans, so let’s just get back to it. Any questions, go to ‘www…dot…any other country on the planet’

Say what you will, cause luckily you have that right–but I am happy and proud to be so fortunate and live in this amazing country.

Just saying…

Nothing Else Matters…For Now

Watched a dad walk in to the supermarket with his two boys—probably about 4 and 5 years old. One hung on his leg while the other raced ahead, giggling.

Gave me pause…

For so many years, I was that dad. At times it felt constraining, but mostly happy and content.

Tonight I hung out with my two youngest, 14-year-old Mikala and 13-year-old Nick. Dinner, talk about school, silly songs and a ton of laughs. They don’t stay so tight as the old days, but continue to steal my heart.

…saw a photo of a Japanese family, post tsunami. A mother, father, young girl and a boy. Despite the shell shock, hunger and helplessness, I could see in their eyes; only that which another parent would know. They were still together and for the moment, that was enough.

Godspeed, brothers and sisters of Japan…



Sore Feet or Sore Fingers?

Yup, it’s another Monday holiday. This one for Martin Luther King Jr.

So many bloggers and caffeine fueled hand wringers  scribble his cause. Fancy words will verse how freedom  for all defines the legacy. That he was a great man with plenty of vision. And, oh so ahead of his time.

Blah, blah, blah.

Do these quasi-correct writers impress you?

Come the hell on! Dr. King did not just talk the talk. He marched with the black m/woman. With the white m/woman. With any m/woman, for that matter. He was spit on, kicked, harassed unmercifully and disdained by an entire generation.

Yet he persevered.

He marched on. He entered ramshackle homes to comfort the sick, dying and dejected. There was little thought of grandeur in his life, though he well understood the value of mass publicity for his movement.

His work shifted an entire society. Women’s rights, minority rights, gay rights—perhaps even the cause for our ever shrinking global society.

And for all the good he created, this young man paid the ultimate price. Which, I’m certain he would do again, given the chance.

So…for all you pajama-clad keyboarders who would take an hour to think of words for the Internet, I challenge you to convert that energy into an act of kindness. Toward a stranger. Or your husband, wife or significant other. Take your kid for a walk.

Then talk the talk.

I think that’s what this day is about.

Where’s Yogi?

Woke with the intent to post a clever blog, but wit and creativity eluded me this morning. Instead I watched cartoons with my kid.

Used to be Sponge Bob, Roadrunner and Dora The Explorer. Three fine shows…produced in the U.S.

Now it’s Dragonball Z, Sonic X and Yu Gi Oh! All, as far as I can tell are produced in Japan.


I understand that we have become a global economy and much of our manufacturing is done elsewhere. Saves dough for our corporations, keeps pricing down for you and me. In some cases, the outsourced products are superior.

I guess we have more jobs than we know what to do with, so no big deal, right?

I will concede that the “superior product” issue has pulled some of our manufacturers out of their cave and caused improvement in method, efficiency and finally, quality of product. GM and Ford are two examples.

This day though, I am concerned that we are importing this venerable institution—Saturday Morning Cartoons. In my world, it was Yogi Bear reruns, Scoobie Doo and Pink Panther. I’ll admit that Penelope Pitstop and Josie and the Pussycats were lame—but my sis loved ‘em.

Okay, so tell me why we have to import creativity? Is it really cheaper to purchase video feeds from Japan? Where are the American animators? Not the big shots at Pixar, rather bread and butter guys/gals. Have they taken hourly positions at failing print publications—resizing photos and applying special effects?

I know my view is simple and somewhat naïve, but I’m beginning to get upset about this massive imbalance of domestic production. Tradition does not often create wealth, but come on!

Why did you have to kill the funnies?

Letterman Apologizes To Palin: “I Told A Joke That Was Beyond Flawed” (VIDEO)

Alright, I have regained my respect for David Letterman and find he has put himself back on that high level of integrity which I thought was gone. It took a lot to lay it out there and apologize the “right way.” Kudos David! …and a bit of advice–“watch it next time.”
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost