Dec 5: Repeal Day (American, boozehoundist/civil rights)
Dec 6: Massacre at L'Ecole Polytechnique, Montreal (Canadian, feminist)
Dec 7: Pearl Harbor Day (American/international, military)
Dec 8: John Lennon's death anniversary (British/American, musical)
Dec 9: ?
Next month we have a whole string of US space programme stabs-in-the-heart — something about January at Cape Canaveral hates spacecraft. It's a good time to remember the cosmonauts, too, even if Russia's tragedies spread out through the calendar.
Harry Turtledove and Michael A. Burstein commented in the above ref'd SFF Net thread,
Quoth Susan Shwartz (SusanShwartz@sff.net)and
> Today is a day that will live in memory.
For a while longer, sure. But the high-school kids taking AP US History in 2119 will go, "Wait a minute. Which one was December 7 and which one was 9/11?".
Life is like that, and a good thing, too, or we'd still be doing memorials to March 15, 44 BC and May 29, 1453
As Harry says, there are a lot of dates to remember. I like to think that each of us can remember the dates that most resonate with us. That way there's always someone commemorating each event on its anniverasry, even if its only one of us.I'm not sure I had as much of a point as an observation, but do you have any particular dates of solemn commemoration that perhaps the public does not share?
My coworker on Steve Irwin:
11:49AM [Corgi]: It really sucks, but it still amazes me how much this seems to be affecting so many people.
11:50AM Danny: as well it should, unfortunately
11:50AM [Corgi]: Ah, but there's lots of people who die every day. How'd he get under everybody's skin so thoroughly?
11:57AM Danny: because of the kind of human being he showed he was on screen, he is/was bigger than life and touched us all at home, the center of our circle of life.
11:57AM [Corgi]: Nicely said.
Lastly: Remembering the Reelfoot Aulacogen (which is remembering a really long way back!)
Disclaimer: I didn't write "The Rainbow Bridge", and I don't presume to be on par with that. But this came to mind this afternoon while thinking about Steve Irwin. I know it's sappy...I don't particularly care.
Rainbow Bridge is a place of both peace and anticipation as departed pets await their beloved owners. There are plenty of things to keep them contented while they wait: trees you can't get stuck in, endless meadows, splashing streams, thickets perfect to hide in for pounce-attack games.
But one day the residents noticed some rather...unusual newcomers arrive.
The koalas and the kangaroos slipped in rather quietly, but then came the bearded dragons, the skinks and the goannas. The influx of snakes startled an entire family of cats up a tree. Pythons, cobras, tiger snakes, brown snakes and even fierce snakes. There were so many at one point, it seemed the ground itself was alive with writhing. A burly wombat shouldered his way through the crowd and plopped down in a shady spot, barely missing a Jack Russell terrier who yapped indignantly as he abandoned his position.
And then the crocodiles showed up.
Finally, a Great Dane managed to get up enough nerve to approach one of the reptillian giants.
"Um....excuse me," he said hesitantly. "But why are you all here?"
The croc dropped her jaw and laughed. "Same as you, mate," she said. "Waitin' for someone who loved us."
The dogs, cats, gerbils and other "typical pets" looked at each other in confusion, then at the plethora of weird, ugly and downright deadly creatures assembled. Who on Earth could possibly love some of those faces?
"I see him!" shouted a green mamba from his vantage point in one of the trees. A cacophony of squeeks, hisses, bellows and roars erupted as the mob surged forward toward a lone human walking across the field toward the bridge. The other animals managed to catch a glimpse of him before he was overwhelmed by the crowd.
"CRIKEY!" he shouted joyously right before he was bowled over by the wombat.
"Well I'll be," said a Persian as she tidied up her fur. "It's that Aussie my human liked to watch on TV. Had to be the craziest human on the whole planet."
"Oh, please," remarked a echidna as he hurried by. "Is it really that that crazy to passionately love something God made?"
| I really couldn't think of the right thing to say.|
Darren McGavin and Kathie Browne's Authorized Internet Web SiteI got to see the series -- Kolchak: The Night Stalker, that is -- if not first-run, darn close to it. I loved it. What wasn't there to love? Somebody writing about the series called it 'Halloween every week'; that and McGavin's natural charisma and talent made Carl truly memorable. Obviously, I wasn't the only one under the series' spell, as it's become a touchstone of fandom, and an inspiration for memorable other creations.
We'll miss you more than ever now, Carl.
(In addition, I saw information about the tox report on Chris Penn - other than the excessive weight and enlarged heart, he was really messed up.)
And Wendy Wasserstein has seen frequent mention in my Flist. She had a voice for the women (and yes, some men I'm sure) who were still trying to sort out the possibilities the Women's Movement had opened up for them.
What you might not have known is that Teresa E. Victor died recently as well, not this month, but back on December 29th. Her news wouldn't necessarily have spread as quickly, but are there any of the older Trek-fen who've read The Making of Star Trek and The Making of 'The Trouble With Tribbles' and all those other wonderful books which came out in that long wait before Paramount decided to notice they actually had living Terran/American mythology on their hands who don't remember the story of Teresa's pointed ears?
In order to show Leonard how much she appreciated working for him, she borrowed a pair of his Spock ears from the makeup department, but because they weren't cast to fit her, had to use extra-strong glue to get them to stay in place. What she didn't anticipate was how much this would hurt, from the mis-fit, natural skin motion and delicate tissue getting tugged on. By the time she got to some party event the cast and staff were all attending, she was nearly in tears. She went up to Leonard, pulled her hair back (because it had been hiding the ears a little too efficiently) dramatically and cried out, 'Look what I did for you!' (She did finally get the ears off.) She was with him a long time, through the beginnings of the fandom, and got bit parts/cameos in more than one Trek production.
She was one of Ours, in a way.
Hopefully-lastly, because we can only take these quasi-distant shocks and losses so many at a time, Betty Friedan has died, as gramarye1971 and yendi had noted earlier today. She was one of the leading feminists whom the Establishment, proving they weren't even within shouting distance of the point, liked to mock for her looks, as if only women who weren't Barbie-doll pretty were interested in being treated as 'people'. She was radical, in the sense of she struck at the root of the problem and provided an anchor for a whole movement of social change, and in co-founding the National Organization for Women, she provided a legacy.
You're invited to share your thoughts: Tell us how Betty Friedan and feminism have impacted your life at MsMagazine.com
It's hard to believe it's been two whole decades since the January 29th on which Challenger exploded due to... well, a bunch of stupid things. I mean, in a way, it's not unlike what happened to the Titanic, isn't it? Assumptions, presumptions, waves of dismissal, 'our tech can't fail, it's our tech' sort of attitudes...? Then Columbia, three years ago (three years?!) on February 1; and next year it will be forty years since the January 27th on which Apollo 1's pure-O2 atmosphere caught fire.
And what are their sacrifices accomplishing? Right now, all we're getting is empty promises and robbed budgets. But there's hope out there yet; hope, and anticipation and excitement. We can -- I hope -- outlast this; and we can hope the taikonauts will be able to learn from their predecessors' misfortunes.
Heard on the news from Lake Wobegone: 'Cindy seemed to consider romance as a sort of social work.' [/possible imperfect quote]
News from puppyville: We all went to the vet's yesterday. Gemma had a distressing cough that sounded unsettlingly like she was coughing up a hairball (but no hairballs produced... which, from what I've heard of hairballs, is a GOOD thing); D'Argo had a lump show up in his neck as if an evil fae had flittered by and hit him with a swelling charm. It was well under the skin, fairly mobile, and didn't seem to be tender to the touch -- but where the blazes did this thing come from? It even alarmed the vet, as D had been in just two weeks before (and would have been in last Saturday except for the fact that Certain People were off at a wedding in Detroit instead of being where my boxer needed them). Meissa was just there because there was the chance the girls would be getting the next round of puppy shots.
As it turns out, Gemma now weighs 7 lbs, 11 oz; Meissa has pulled ahead of her sister at 8 lbs, 8 oz; and D'Argo is large. No reason was found for the cough (which had already subsided substantially from Friday), and D'Argo's strange lump had some blood in it. Once that was aspirated with a needle, there was a definite change in size, but no firm diagnosis. So he's back on antibiotics and needs to be seen next week. No puppy shots either - they're not quite three months old yet, so Marmesh decided to wait until next week.
They were only fiveish pounds the first time he weighed them!
So now Meissa's coughing, and my mother's dosing them with fragments of baby aspirin and some olive oil concoction that actually seems to be doing more good than what the vet did (which was nothing, so that's an easy one). Off to feed puppies now....
P.S. THE MICE HAVE BEEN EATING MY GHIRARDELLI! GRRAARRRGHGHH!!
You might not know who she was... is... she'll live on in reruns and in weSPARK Cancer Support Center, which she founded and worked for until the end. It was breast cancer that got her, finally.
Before that, though, she was the '80s answer to the 'zaftig fun girl', on Bosom Buddies most famously (starting a long friendship with Tom Hanks), but lots of other roles of the same ilk. Sure, the chubby girl's the sidekick or comic relief, but her characters were always pretty at the same time, and never the butt of the jokes without giving back in like. On camera, she was almost a role model; off camera, she was outstandingly brave.
I'm quoting from one of the news articles:
After being diagnosed with breast cancer in 1997, the actress became an advocate for cancer care. In 2001, Sperber founded the weSPARK Cancer Support Center, which provides free emotional support, information and social activities for individuals and families affected by cancer.
Sperber helped unveil and promote the breast cancer stamp with the U.S. Postal Service in 1998, Geffen said. In 1999, Sperber was named Woman of the Year by the Los Angeles County Commission for Women.
"The memory of Wendie Jo is that of a walking inspiration," Hanks said in a statement. "She met the challenges of her illness with love, cheer, joy and altruism. We are going to miss her as surely as we are all better for knowing her."
Sperber is survived by a 19-year-old son and 16-year-old daughter, her parents Charlene and Burt, sisters Ellice and Michelle and brother Richard.
Some of you might be less inclined to... be moved by this than others, but there's enough space groupies in my Friends list that I'm really surprised this happened. Expecially that I forgot.
I didn't see anything of this in my Flist, not even in apod. What happened January 28th, over a decade ago? What happened this morning, Feb. 1, last year?
Here's some hints:
We can't afford to forget. Whether you support the space program wholeheartedly, or think it should be set aside for now, there's a lot of hope, courage, hard work, altruism and knowledge which went into each of these flights -- and the astronauts' contributions can not afford to be trivialised or neglected.
Both these shuttles went down near the pagan holiday of the saint/goddess who is the Keeper of the Flame of Knowledge and Inspiration. Easter and Lammas are supposed to be the commemorations of sacrifice -- but now we have another.
I need to remember better.