Memorial

On the passing of Geneiveve Busfield 1916-2006, it was the greatest pleasure to know you, to see you, to love you. The loss of your presence weighs heavy on my heart, but so many signs of you abound that I scarcely feel like you are gone.

For the best parts of you passed down through the generations: kindness, beauty, intelligence, reason and humor. Each time my wife smiles, I see a bit of you and remember.

Because you never left us. You just went home.

Crazy times

From the good news department, the Wife got into her graduate school of choice. Congratulations to the Wife! I’m looking forward to her new academic endeavors.

Lots of strangeness hitting all at once. More tomorrow…

Too much?

Top end pay for an A-list movie star is one fat check. Jim Carrey banks nearly 25 million for a major studio flick. Yes the man is funny, but a recent articles asks are he and his cohorts worth it?

Here’s my thinking on actors, movie stars or otherwise: they are monkeys. Some look better in makeup or tights, some have bigger portfolios, but scratch away the nose job and the Versace and it’s usually an average person with a personality deficit in an extraordinary situation. Anyone can be an actor; there’s very little intrinsic skill necessary. Doubt this assertion? Make a beeline around 7AM for a train station and watch people wait for a NYC inbound. Misery — and other words — comes to mind, and oh there’s plenty more on their faces. Yet each one of those people piles on the train five days a week, goes to work, and convinces their boss they love the gig. Because if they miss that mark, it’s a long walk back to Jersey. And it smells bad.

Considering most people run this ruse for thirty or forty years without a hitch, I ask again, do stars have better game than the average commuter? When it’s a matter of surrvival, most everyone has the “gift”. The only difference with a professional “actor” is they might play more than one role in their lifetime. Or not. Read: Geena Davis.