Google, why does this "What do you love" link not work? Does the link work for everyone besides me, sine my life is entirely devoid of love?
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Google, y u'r home page link no work?
Google, why does this "What do you love" link not work? Does the link work for everyone besides me, sine my life is entirely devoid of love?
Monday, May 23, 2011
I think this bit of news breaks my heart
The greatest landmark NYC is about to close. I think we should start a fundraiser to buy the building and turn it into a museum of the supernatural.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Man Dies From Eating Corned Beef Sandwich
This story actually brings a tear to my eye. Corned beef is usually a magical food that induces happiness and love.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Jordan River - Expected to Run Dry by 2011
This is actually really sad. The Jordan River has been an important source of water for the region for centuries.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Gourmet Magazine to Close
Gourmet Magazine to Close - Slashfood
When big magazines like Gourmet start closing, you know there's some problems with print media.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Man Dies after Falling Into Vat of Chocolate in NJ
1010wins.com - Man Dies after Falling Into Vat of Chocolate in NJ
Thanks to Laurie for the tip. As she said "Death by chocolate".
I just hope they didn't actually use that batch.
Thanks to Laurie for the tip. As she said "Death by chocolate".
I just hope they didn't actually use that batch.
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Eulogy My Auny Wrote for my Grandmother
This is a beautiful Eulogy, and I feel it deserves to be shared.
Our Mother would love to have been here. She was an extrovert's extrovert, a genuine people person. She loved a party, and loved to be the center of attention. She would love to have seen you all here.
Our Mother knew her own mind right from the start. She was a tomboy, and did not appreciate the same girly-girly things her mother enjoyed. At the age of 3-1/2 or so, just before the photographer arrived, she slipped into her mother's room, obtained the forbidden sewing scissors, and cut off three of her long, painstakingly arranged banana curls.
She would not be bullied and was fearless: climbing fences, riding her bike with 'no hands', besting the neighborhood boys at fist-fights. She rocketed flawlessly down steep hills on her roller-skates, only to break her arm by falling off the skates while standing still. She earned and held the nickname, Rocky all the way through college, until she met our Dad, who promptly renamed her Shelley.
I get my tenacity, AKA dig-your-heels-in-stubbornness, from our Mother. Macy's might tell Gimbels under the most extenuating of circumstances, but you could NOT tell my mother anything, including what to do. If she thought her kids should have a dog, one would come home with her. If she wanted to buy a car, she did so, regardless.
Our Mother was one of the first liberated women, untamed and undomesticated. Her favorite cookbook was Peg Bracken's “I Hate to Cook Book”. 'Burnt Offerings' regularly emerged from her kitchen. Her favorite thing to make was reservations, but her Stuffed Cabbage was legendary. Erma Bombeck was her hero. She owned or had read every one of Erma's books, and her daily column was a regular feature on our refrigerator. Dad learned early that Mom was domestically challenged, and we learned early that the mending needle and thread were in HIS nightstand. Mom thought she should set a good example, so, when I was in Girl Scouts we took a sewing class together. I came out of the class with a purple jumper. Mom put the sleeves of her dress in upside down, and the zipper in inside-out and upside down. When she sewed the hem of the dress to her nightgown she threw them both out and that was the end of that phase.
Our Mom was the bravest, most creative person I have ever met. In her first career she was a Physical Education teacher determined to get her students off the couch and exercising. The “Go, You Chicken Fat, Go Away” was a regular feature in our basement when I was in elementary school. Several of the students she coached in gymnastics went to the 'All State' competitions and won,
Gradually our Mother began to notice that illicit drugs were making an incursion into her locker room. Never one to do anything part way, she threw herself headlong into the fray. She found a school district in Concord, California that was using 'peer counseling' as a tool, and she adopted that as her weapon of choice. She wrote many dozen film strips (some of which featured my brother, Bruce), got anti-drug material written into Health Education programs, and wrote the New York State Curriculum of that day.
When health issues began to get the better of her, she retired and reinvented herself yet again. She went back to school and got another degree, this time in Horticulture. Her grandson, Dustin, by this time on the scene as a toddler, was an ally and an inspiration. He was responsible for her passing Entomology, as he was willing to capture bugs, and stab them with pins to the mounting board. And he inspired her to pass the practicum of backing up a truck with a trailer, because she didn't want him to be ashamed of her.
While she adored plants, they did not love her back and they died by the dozens and the scores, the infamous 'Crispy Critters'. However, she finally struck gold when she began designing landscapes for other peoples' homes, and many of you here have benefited from her talent in that arena.
In all these endeavors, she was backed by our awesome Dad, the first liberated man, who didn't marry her to be his maid, but loved her for who she was.
And our Mom was brave physically. I think she must have had one major illness or another every year since I was twelve years old, and had near crippling back pain dating to a car crash when I was only a year and a half old.
Nothing stopped her or short-circuited her curiosity or sense of adventure. She wanted to go to the Baltic States. She went. She wanted to go to the Galapagos. She went. Of course, she could never have gone on any of these adventures without Ruth Rekka, Connie Karpf, and our amazing Aunt Anise (I love you more!).
And Mom always wanted the same adventures for Bruce and for me. When we were little, she would save the quarters out of her change into a plastic tub that once held pickles from the deli. When the tub got full, she would empty the contents into a savings account. Every summer she would tell Dad where we were going for summer vacation. Every summer he would tell her that we couldn't possibly afford such an extravagance. And every summer she would show him the passbook and away we would go, to Quebec, to Vermont, to Gettysburg, to Colonial Williamsburg, Washington, D.C., Florida, and more.
Our Mother was always a fan of Broadway musicals. I remember her putting the LP's on the record player after she put us to bed. I can still sing many of the musicals from the 50's and 60's in their entirety due to this 'sleep learning'. When Mom was the age I am now, she took piano lessons. For the next three years, every time I came home, she would tell me, “I'm learning a new song”. It was always the same one, “Memories” from the show, “Cats”, and she always got stuck in the same place. Later in life she became enamored of classical music, and 'Mostly Mozart' was her must go, gotta listen.
Above all, our Mom loved fiercely, and was relentlessly loyal. Dad, Bruce, me, her Cohen Cousins, friends, California family, but, oh, especially her grandchildren. Dana and Dustin were the apples of her eye from the moment they were possibilities in their parents' minds. Dustin was her ally in the plant and ecology realm, and Dana was her cherished 'Dancing Princess'. Your grandma thought you were both perfect and could do anything.
Our Mom had a tender heart. I remember as a little kid, watching a Lassie movie with her. Lassie got lost in the woods, and she cried. Forever after, when something touched her heart and she wept I would ask her, “Mommy, did Lassie just get lost in the woods?”, and she would sniffle, “Yes”. Well, Mom, Lassie got lost in the woods again today!
Mom, we will always miss you, but you were larger than life, and will always remain with us in our hearts!
Our Mother would love to have been here. She was an extrovert's extrovert, a genuine people person. She loved a party, and loved to be the center of attention. She would love to have seen you all here.
Our Mother knew her own mind right from the start. She was a tomboy, and did not appreciate the same girly-girly things her mother enjoyed. At the age of 3-1/2 or so, just before the photographer arrived, she slipped into her mother's room, obtained the forbidden sewing scissors, and cut off three of her long, painstakingly arranged banana curls.
She would not be bullied and was fearless: climbing fences, riding her bike with 'no hands', besting the neighborhood boys at fist-fights. She rocketed flawlessly down steep hills on her roller-skates, only to break her arm by falling off the skates while standing still. She earned and held the nickname, Rocky all the way through college, until she met our Dad, who promptly renamed her Shelley.
I get my tenacity, AKA dig-your-heels-in-stubbornness, from our Mother. Macy's might tell Gimbels under the most extenuating of circumstances, but you could NOT tell my mother anything, including what to do. If she thought her kids should have a dog, one would come home with her. If she wanted to buy a car, she did so, regardless.
Our Mother was one of the first liberated women, untamed and undomesticated. Her favorite cookbook was Peg Bracken's “I Hate to Cook Book”. 'Burnt Offerings' regularly emerged from her kitchen. Her favorite thing to make was reservations, but her Stuffed Cabbage was legendary. Erma Bombeck was her hero. She owned or had read every one of Erma's books, and her daily column was a regular feature on our refrigerator. Dad learned early that Mom was domestically challenged, and we learned early that the mending needle and thread were in HIS nightstand. Mom thought she should set a good example, so, when I was in Girl Scouts we took a sewing class together. I came out of the class with a purple jumper. Mom put the sleeves of her dress in upside down, and the zipper in inside-out and upside down. When she sewed the hem of the dress to her nightgown she threw them both out and that was the end of that phase.
Our Mom was the bravest, most creative person I have ever met. In her first career she was a Physical Education teacher determined to get her students off the couch and exercising. The “Go, You Chicken Fat, Go Away” was a regular feature in our basement when I was in elementary school. Several of the students she coached in gymnastics went to the 'All State' competitions and won,
Gradually our Mother began to notice that illicit drugs were making an incursion into her locker room. Never one to do anything part way, she threw herself headlong into the fray. She found a school district in Concord, California that was using 'peer counseling' as a tool, and she adopted that as her weapon of choice. She wrote many dozen film strips (some of which featured my brother, Bruce), got anti-drug material written into Health Education programs, and wrote the New York State Curriculum of that day.
When health issues began to get the better of her, she retired and reinvented herself yet again. She went back to school and got another degree, this time in Horticulture. Her grandson, Dustin, by this time on the scene as a toddler, was an ally and an inspiration. He was responsible for her passing Entomology, as he was willing to capture bugs, and stab them with pins to the mounting board. And he inspired her to pass the practicum of backing up a truck with a trailer, because she didn't want him to be ashamed of her.
While she adored plants, they did not love her back and they died by the dozens and the scores, the infamous 'Crispy Critters'. However, she finally struck gold when she began designing landscapes for other peoples' homes, and many of you here have benefited from her talent in that arena.
In all these endeavors, she was backed by our awesome Dad, the first liberated man, who didn't marry her to be his maid, but loved her for who she was.
And our Mom was brave physically. I think she must have had one major illness or another every year since I was twelve years old, and had near crippling back pain dating to a car crash when I was only a year and a half old.
Nothing stopped her or short-circuited her curiosity or sense of adventure. She wanted to go to the Baltic States. She went. She wanted to go to the Galapagos. She went. Of course, she could never have gone on any of these adventures without Ruth Rekka, Connie Karpf, and our amazing Aunt Anise (I love you more!).
And Mom always wanted the same adventures for Bruce and for me. When we were little, she would save the quarters out of her change into a plastic tub that once held pickles from the deli. When the tub got full, she would empty the contents into a savings account. Every summer she would tell Dad where we were going for summer vacation. Every summer he would tell her that we couldn't possibly afford such an extravagance. And every summer she would show him the passbook and away we would go, to Quebec, to Vermont, to Gettysburg, to Colonial Williamsburg, Washington, D.C., Florida, and more.
Our Mother was always a fan of Broadway musicals. I remember her putting the LP's on the record player after she put us to bed. I can still sing many of the musicals from the 50's and 60's in their entirety due to this 'sleep learning'. When Mom was the age I am now, she took piano lessons. For the next three years, every time I came home, she would tell me, “I'm learning a new song”. It was always the same one, “Memories” from the show, “Cats”, and she always got stuck in the same place. Later in life she became enamored of classical music, and 'Mostly Mozart' was her must go, gotta listen.
Above all, our Mom loved fiercely, and was relentlessly loyal. Dad, Bruce, me, her Cohen Cousins, friends, California family, but, oh, especially her grandchildren. Dana and Dustin were the apples of her eye from the moment they were possibilities in their parents' minds. Dustin was her ally in the plant and ecology realm, and Dana was her cherished 'Dancing Princess'. Your grandma thought you were both perfect and could do anything.
Our Mom had a tender heart. I remember as a little kid, watching a Lassie movie with her. Lassie got lost in the woods, and she cried. Forever after, when something touched her heart and she wept I would ask her, “Mommy, did Lassie just get lost in the woods?”, and she would sniffle, “Yes”. Well, Mom, Lassie got lost in the woods again today!
Mom, we will always miss you, but you were larger than life, and will always remain with us in our hearts!
Thank you all for the kind words over the last week.
I want to thank you all for the lovely e-mails, cards and phone calls. I appreciate all of the support you have shown. A HUGE thanks to Shannon for putting her life on hold to help my family this week. It was so far above and beyond the call of duty that I had to but her a present. I hope she enjoys her portable bug zapper. Hey, I run a weird news blog, why should the presents I buy her be normal?
In all seriousness, it was very touching to see so many people come to the Shiva. I appreciate that Shannon's friends even came. It was really lovely of them.
For those of you not of the Jewish faith, part of the Jewish funerary ritual is that the family and friends of the deceased actually take turns helping to bury the coffin (at least until the wood of the coffin is no longer visible). To see 80-something year old women put down their canes and shovel dirt is a scene words cannot convey properly. In this time of sadness, that was in many ways uplifting. It just shows me how my grandmother touched people’s lives.
My grandmother was one of the biggest fans of this blog, and in her honor, I continue this week. I will hopefully have the eulogy my aunt wrote soon. It was a wonderful eulogy, and it deserves to be posted on my blog for all to see.
In all seriousness, it was very touching to see so many people come to the Shiva. I appreciate that Shannon's friends even came. It was really lovely of them.
For those of you not of the Jewish faith, part of the Jewish funerary ritual is that the family and friends of the deceased actually take turns helping to bury the coffin (at least until the wood of the coffin is no longer visible). To see 80-something year old women put down their canes and shovel dirt is a scene words cannot convey properly. In this time of sadness, that was in many ways uplifting. It just shows me how my grandmother touched people’s lives.
My grandmother was one of the biggest fans of this blog, and in her honor, I continue this week. I will hopefully have the eulogy my aunt wrote soon. It was a wonderful eulogy, and it deserves to be posted on my blog for all to see.
Monday, June 29, 2009
My Eulogy for My Grandmother
When I agreed to say a few words today, I promised my father I’d only say nice things. But really, is there any other choice when the subject is the force of nature that was my grandmother? We are all here not only because we loved her, but because she loved all of us; unconditionally and generously. From her students to her family and friends, her gift was her ability to bring warmth, love, joy and wit to everyone she met.
All of us have a story (or a hundred) that we could share to illustrate her compassion, her humor and her intelligence. Today, I’d like to share a few moments in time that are special to me.
One of my earliest and most treasured memories of my grandmother comes from a sleepover I had at her house. My grandparents - Maw Maw and Paw Paw as I called them, are, and always have been, simply “the best”. Sneaking down to the kitchen at night, I found my grandmother up and doing the crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. While that was certainly not unusual, I also found her eating hot chocolate powder out of the packet with a spoon. I asked her why she didn’t mix it with milk or hot water, and in her inimitable way she said “why bother, you get more chocolate flavor this way”. To this day, I prefer my hot chocolate straight out of the package on a spoon.
Heaven forbid the words “no”, “I can’t” or worst of all “you can’t” be uttered in her presence. There was nothing that could ever stand in her way. While touring the world with Aunt Anise, my grandmother fell in a foreign country and broke her arm (and scuffed her precious camera). At this point, most people would have been on a plane back home, but no, a cast and a Tylenol later, she was back on the tour bus, complaining more about the camera than her arm.
From her husband to her children and grandchildren, she was always there for you. Selflessly and without hesitation. A mother, a friend, a mother-in-law, a grandmother, a wife without compare.
How can you mind fixing your grandmother’s computer when it’s always as easy as “well, next time just make sure it’s plugged in” and your reward is corned beef and tongue on rye? She didn’t just feed our bellies, or even just our hearts, but our minds too.
I’ll never forget the Mostly Mozart concerts and other performances she brought me to. In the case of ballet, there was certainly some kicking and screaming on my part, but now as an adult I see how important it really was for me to experience these things and get some culture that wasn’t centered around Ghost Busters video games. One night, after a New York Ballet Company performance that I didn’t exactly enjoy she turned to me and said “no, I’ll admit it, that one was terrible, I fell asleep”. Her blunt honesty and sense of humor were a perfect match.
Unconventional, hysterical, loving and proud. More than just a friend, relative, wife, parent or grandparent, she was a role model. So much of who all of us are today is because of the dynamo that she was. Her husband, her children, her family and her friends were always her priority. She enjoyed watching Dana eat the icing flowers off her cake more than she would have enjoyed eating them herself. Besides, as she’d say “I shouldn’t really be eating that much sugar anyway… but I like it”.
I was fortunate enough to see her on Friday. She was sleeping, but she opened her eyes long enough to recognize that I was there with my father. As we left and said our goodbyes; in testament to her unending love and devotion to us all, not matter what her condition was, she managed to speak her last words: “I love you”.
All of us have a story (or a hundred) that we could share to illustrate her compassion, her humor and her intelligence. Today, I’d like to share a few moments in time that are special to me.
One of my earliest and most treasured memories of my grandmother comes from a sleepover I had at her house. My grandparents - Maw Maw and Paw Paw as I called them, are, and always have been, simply “the best”. Sneaking down to the kitchen at night, I found my grandmother up and doing the crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. While that was certainly not unusual, I also found her eating hot chocolate powder out of the packet with a spoon. I asked her why she didn’t mix it with milk or hot water, and in her inimitable way she said “why bother, you get more chocolate flavor this way”. To this day, I prefer my hot chocolate straight out of the package on a spoon.
Heaven forbid the words “no”, “I can’t” or worst of all “you can’t” be uttered in her presence. There was nothing that could ever stand in her way. While touring the world with Aunt Anise, my grandmother fell in a foreign country and broke her arm (and scuffed her precious camera). At this point, most people would have been on a plane back home, but no, a cast and a Tylenol later, she was back on the tour bus, complaining more about the camera than her arm.
From her husband to her children and grandchildren, she was always there for you. Selflessly and without hesitation. A mother, a friend, a mother-in-law, a grandmother, a wife without compare.
How can you mind fixing your grandmother’s computer when it’s always as easy as “well, next time just make sure it’s plugged in” and your reward is corned beef and tongue on rye? She didn’t just feed our bellies, or even just our hearts, but our minds too.
I’ll never forget the Mostly Mozart concerts and other performances she brought me to. In the case of ballet, there was certainly some kicking and screaming on my part, but now as an adult I see how important it really was for me to experience these things and get some culture that wasn’t centered around Ghost Busters video games. One night, after a New York Ballet Company performance that I didn’t exactly enjoy she turned to me and said “no, I’ll admit it, that one was terrible, I fell asleep”. Her blunt honesty and sense of humor were a perfect match.
Unconventional, hysterical, loving and proud. More than just a friend, relative, wife, parent or grandparent, she was a role model. So much of who all of us are today is because of the dynamo that she was. Her husband, her children, her family and her friends were always her priority. She enjoyed watching Dana eat the icing flowers off her cake more than she would have enjoyed eating them herself. Besides, as she’d say “I shouldn’t really be eating that much sugar anyway… but I like it”.
I was fortunate enough to see her on Friday. She was sleeping, but she opened her eyes long enough to recognize that I was there with my father. As we left and said our goodbyes; in testament to her unending love and devotion to us all, not matter what her condition was, she managed to speak her last words: “I love you”.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Grandma Herlich, I miss you dearly already
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has called me today and offered condolences. I really appreciate your kind words.
My grandmother was well loved and will be sorely missed by those who knew her.
Some of you have asked for Funeral and Shiva information. It is as follows:
Funeral for Rochelle Herlich
10:00AM Monday June 29th, 2009
I.J. Morris Funeral Home
21 East Deer Park Rd.
Dix Hills, N.Y. 11746
Phone (631) 499-6060
The Shiva will be held at my father's house. If anyone needs directions, please call my cell.
Shiva schedule:
Monday- Immediately following internment, also 6-9pm, Minion ceremony 7:30pm
Tuesday - 1-4pm, 7-9pm. Minion ceremony 7:30pm
Wednesday - 1-4pm
Thank you all again for the kind words.
My grandmother was well loved and will be sorely missed by those who knew her.
Some of you have asked for Funeral and Shiva information. It is as follows:
Funeral for Rochelle Herlich
10:00AM Monday June 29th, 2009
I.J. Morris Funeral Home
21 East Deer Park Rd.
Dix Hills, N.Y. 11746
Phone (631) 499-6060
The Shiva will be held at my father's house. If anyone needs directions, please call my cell.
Shiva schedule:
Monday- Immediately following internment, also 6-9pm, Minion ceremony 7:30pm
Tuesday - 1-4pm, 7-9pm. Minion ceremony 7:30pm
Wednesday - 1-4pm
Thank you all again for the kind words.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Nestle Voluntarily Recalls Raw Toll House Cookie Dough
Nestle Voluntarily Recalls Raw Toll House Cookie Dough Due to Possible E. Coli Contamination - ABC News
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Contaminated tomatoes, peanut butter and spinach I could care less about. I always said spinach and tomatoes were evil. Cookie dough on the other hand.... This makes me sad...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
David Carradine has passed away
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/06/04/david-carradine-dead-foun_n_211292.html
Very very sad news. It appears to have been suicide.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Police Officer Arrests Reporter
Police Officer Arrests Reporter
This is sad. AOL branded this as weird news, but really, this is an outrage. Real journalists are not criminals, the police need to stop treating us like we are.
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This is sad. AOL branded this as weird news, but really, this is an outrage. Real journalists are not criminals, the police need to stop treating us like we are.
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