I have heard that all aspiring newspaper writers start in this department.
This sounds oddly interesting.
A full length movie about the New York Times obituary writers.
http://www.obitdoc.com/
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Ginger's poem puts me in the front seat. I can smell the grease.
Roller Coaster
Ginger Murchison
It starts with the climbing in,
nerved-up enough
for that defiance
of gravity, the slow-grind
rackety-clack one-inch cog
at a time—the mystery of machinery,
the sane and safe weightedness
of stiff-starched values,
wondering if there were
sins we’d committed
since our last confession, then
at the top, out on the edge,
beyond the solid-ground world
parents live in, test life,
theirs and our own, up where
we are a hole in the sky,
wholly abandoned in the eyes-
shut, heart-stopped drop,
like lawlessness on falling’s
crisp speed, the first curve, a blur,
the world’s suddenness,
metal, air and a prayer
half-mouthed, spun,
flung into another plunge,
a curve swerving,
a tiny boat in a tempest—
and isn’t this how we want
to live, live higher up,
hungry to leave the ground,
flinging sparks, the lights brighter,
the dark darker, bodies at war
with mere air, but still obedient
to the tracks laid down
to keep us on track.
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I am not a video gamer at all.
But this is cool.
How many do you recognise?
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Good ideas.
Stuff we know but forget.
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RIP Mr. Merle Haggard.
I agree 100% with this top ten list.
I grew up on country music. Worked as a gas jockey for Standard Oil, managed a Midas Muffler, welded for Norfork & Western Railroad. Merle's songs filled my ears day and night.
I am already dreading the network tribute show; modern country's pretty boys singing the Hag's classics in skinny jeans with ball caps on backwards and arms colored with strip mall tattoos.
