Tremendous talent, admirable range as an actor, and, most
admirably, he seemed possessed of a genuine compassion for
his fellow human beings. Certainly he'll be missed by those who knew him personally and through his work.
As a child of a parent who suffered from bipolar disorder, his death hits fairly close.
Goodbye, Robin, may all doors be open to you and all obstacles removed from your path.
Any act that gets you away from work for a while and allows your mind to wander is ultimately helpful. A long shower, a long walk, a long drive, interstitial spaces that give you time to think are invaluable.
I used to drive for about an hour to get to my former place of work, and I had time to think about things, whether they were related to a problem I was trying to solve or what haqppened to be on the radio at the time or the meanderings that usually lead to new ideas. While the job became increasingly unpleasant, I did enjoy those drives.
Acting on those ideas is key though, if you generate all these great ideas while you're on a constitutional but never do anything with them, how does that help your creative output?
Interesting read. I particlarly enjoy the fact that Montgomery Ward basically commissioned a computer for production. Makes you wonder what would have come about if all those retail outlet computers had gained traction and become established brands.
Yes! Score for you, my friend. Chuck Jones is one of my personal heroes. Got to meet him at a book signing in my college years, and he was as personable and humbly awesome
as you'd expect.
I purchase a phone/cable/internet bundle from my provider and the price has held steady for the six years I've had it. In fact, the only increases have been when we've added services, like more HD channels, on-demand, etc.
Of course, the fact that they have a virtual monopoly on the cable TV business in my town probably has a lot to do with their pricing stability. The only competition they have is a satellite provider, and calling them "competition" is being a bit generous.
When I was a wee lad, my Grandmother used to spend days with me while my parents were working, and after say, a morning in the park, we'd go to the mall and get lunch at the restaurant in JC Penney's.
It was run by a gentleman of Greek descent, whom my Grandmother knew, as she seemed to know everyone, and served brunch, lunch, dinner, like any other small cafe. I would routinely get a hot dog, served on toasted white bread. It was tremendous.
I miss those days, and the subsequent teen years of the nineties spent mall-ratting with my friends, hitting the record store, book store, the arcade (don't get me started on the demise of the video game arcade) people-watching...
Times change, and I assume, so will these structures, whether it be to fade into irrelevance or transform into something vibrant and communal again.
For the past few years, I've managed to earn more than I've spent, and have put a good portion of that money in savings.
If I should lose my job, I've got a significant cushion to survive on.
As a child of a parent who suffered from bipolar disorder, his death hits fairly close.
Goodbye, Robin, may all doors be open to you and all obstacles removed from your path.