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  1. Thursday, September 28, 2017

    yesterday a complicated man died at 91 years old 

    we are all complicated.

    we are all super nice to some people and cant fucking stand others.

    my mom is the greatest grandma and mom and friend and co worker

    but if neighbor kids play on her lawn she freaks out like a dog does on a squirrel.

    THERE’S A PARK LITERALLY ONE BLOCK AWAY! she’ll grumble.

    hugh hefner was even more complicated. he loved women so much that he wanted to look at them all the time. clothed, unclothed, sorta clothed.

    and omg he wanted to live with them!

    unlike a lot of his critics, i actually got to meet him a couple of times and i was invited to have a one on one interview with him when i worked for the LA Times. i asked him all the questions i wanted to ask him and he answered them openly and honestly.

    some today are saying he was the saint of not giving a fuck. but he cared very deeply. in fact he cared so much about being misquoted that he had his own video team filming my interview so he would have proof if i was up to something. i appreciated that.

    he was a friend of the First Amendment, Jazz, Civil Rights, good writing, science, humor, and the most sensitive topic of all: human sexuality.

    weirdly he wasn’t able to rid the conflicts that people have in their minds about an untraditional sex life. but he tried.

    one way he tried was by living by example. he told me the happiest times of his life was when he was married. he explained that he was a romantic but he also loved learning and exploring and experimenting. so when his previous two marriages failed, he did what most men would do if they could: he lived the life of a single man.

    heres the things i loved about Hef: he made a magazine that had a naked superstar in its center during a time that was so uptight that naked bodies were only allowed if they were of black people in Africa. to display an American white woman was super dooper taboo. And he did it and it was an overnight success.

    he made a magazine that championed quality music, style, fiction, nonfiction, sports, politics, interviews, cars, stereo equipment and even religion.

    he loved animals so much he had a mini zoo at his house. And full time zookeepers. one of the very few private residences in LA that was allowed to have such a zoo.

    who saved the Hollywood sign? (it was Hef)

    i loved how he proved how important his magazine was (and is) simply by the reactions that people EVEN TODAY have about the nude body.

    they still can’t get over the fact that he had pictures of boobies in his magazine.

    even my beloved LA Times in the Metro Section today, written by one of their top editors has a story about his life but they simply couldn’t do it without putting “hedonistic” in the headline.

    Hedonism is defined as the pursuit of pleasure. Who among us isn’t looking for pleasure?

    and as much as i am truly madly deeply in love with my local paper, they are stuck in the same exact 1950s uptight sexually repressed mindset that Hef so successfully rebelled against.

    Sex is part of life.

    It’s ok to have fantasies.

    It’s ok to be just as progressive about our sex lives as we are about our politics.

    And if you were to have someone preach those messages, isn’t it nice to have that same person not be a hypocrite, and actually live that way.

    Hugh Hefner was a fascinating groundbreaking publisher who loved journalists of all kinds.

    He loved film and scrapbooking.

    But most of all, at his heart, he loved love.

    That’s what I loved the most about him.

  2. Saturday, January 24, 2015

    im worried about heaven 

    ernie banks

    the only logical reason for ernie banks to be dead is because God needed Heaven to be happier.

    Ernie Banks, Mr. Cub, was like the sun. he was always there, always warm, and you’d always be glad to see him.

    the skinny shortstop and later first baseman hit 512 home runs without cheating

    and more importantly, with a smile on his face.

    joy is a thing many athletes, and non-athletes, have difficulty expressing at work

    but not Ernie, even when it was no longer his job.

    like all of us, he loved baseball and the world’s most beautiful park, Wrigley Field so much that you could just see it on his face. and that made you love it.

    ernie has been a Cub my entire life, yet i never remember him in bad spirits, or sad, or, omg mad.

    and trust me, there have been many times all Cub fans have had good reasons to be all of those things.

    ernie was the first black baseball player on the Cubs. imagine that. and like Jackie Robinson for the Dodgers, what a spectacular first for the Cubs. a solid athlete, and an absolute gentleman.

    harry, ernie, and ron santo

    for some reason i never thought he would die.

    for some reason i thought that in a year or two when the Cubs finally won the World Series, there would be Ernie in the locker room holding the trophy, having bubbly poured over him

    and him saying

    this is so wonderful, let’s play two today!

    this year, for some reason, the Cubs’ first game is a night game.

    in honor of their most beloved player ever, they should schedule another game before it, in the day time

    and have an Opening Day Night double header

    because Ernie’s right, any day at Wrigley is wonderful,

    and maybe this will please Heaven.

  3. Thursday, December 5, 2013
  4. Friday, April 5, 2013

    rest in peace, roger ebert 

    roger ebert and tony pierce in las vegas for CES

    to me roger ebert had two lives.
    he had the first half where he was the adversary to gene siskel.
    the pair revolutionized television film criticism
    and even though i originally liked gene better,
    he couldn’t have done it without roger.

    ebert’s second life came after gene died.
    i didnt like roger ebert, until he was pretty much a solo artist.
    in fact i dont know one traditional newspaper guy who adapted better with blogging
    than roger ebert.
    he would talk about anything on his blog: politics, creationism, plus film.
    meanwhile he never slowed up on his print responsibilities.

    i didnt always agree with his opinions.
    but i aspire to one day have his work ethic.

    say hi to gene for us.

  5. Saturday, January 19, 2013