Okay, that title is pretty misleading, but it made me laugh (which is the point, you see). Anyway, here's the fact(s): Chrissie Hynde had a child with Ray Davies, and then married Jim Kerr and had child with him, and all the while much great music was made. Cool.
"'He was a very inspiring man who in a very short time walked his way into many lives.'"
Nothingness. Nonexistence. Black emptiness. But, enough about the inside of Brad Pitt's brain. Seriously, though, it is difficult to find meaning in one's life. Which makes it difficult to find meaning in one's death. Take this poor soul, par exemple, who was killed after being hit by a truck while walking along a freeway in Oregon. He was attempting to fulfill his goal of dribbling (a soccer ball) from Washington (the state) to Brazil in time for the 2014 Olympics. His master plan involved walking, more or less, and staying in people's houses along the way. Apparently, he was relying on the kindness of strangers for the latter, and found such strangers through his Facebook page. With respect to the former, there is no word on whether he engaged in a ton of training or not prior to embarking on a 10,000 mile journey. What we do know is that he started off in flip flops but had to switch to hiking sandals shortly thereafter.* The absurdity! The humanity! It's all so very The Stupidest Thing I Read Last Week.
According to the article, the recently deceased was motivated to take down this road in order to raise awareness for a group based out of Berkeley, California that donates soccer balls to persons in need (read: those without enough athletic ability to play a more interesting sport). The nonprofit he was promoting issued a statement that sums up his life far better than I ever could (see quote above). It is true that he was taken rather early in life (he was 42) and in terms of his journey (he planned on being on the road for more than a year and was struck down after about three weeks), but as far as potential deaths resulting from his trip, maybe being hit by a truck isn't so bad. Had he made it out of the United States, he would have walked through any number of perils: meth traffickers, cocaine traffickers, beheaders, juntas, insurrectioners, political unrest, general distrust of Americans. Maybe being run off the road in the state that begat Portlandia wasn't so bad.
His friends and family want to set up a foundation and send his children to the Brazil Olympics. But I like to think we can all learn something from this man's life and death. Even if it takes a while to think of what that is exactly.
Baroness von Jeer
*As a Colorado native, that says either Teva or Birkenstocks to me. The real question is whether there were socks involved.
Have you looked at a picture of late era Elvis lately? The sequined
jumpsuit, portly in Vegas Elvis? It’s that flashy and bloated shadow of what
was once great, with moments that transcend a spectacle that is begging to be
parodied when you’re not looking away in embarrassment. This is what is happening at the movies this week, at least in regards to the main
attraction, and instead of subjecting yourself to Star Trek Into Madness Star Trek Into Cumberbatch's Pants Star Trek by George Lucas Star Trek Into Darkness,
why don’t we go back to a time when we weren’t sick of lens flares and lens
flare jokes and explore some alternatives to fill the void left by J.J. Abrams'
In space, the final frontier, no one can hear you mock. But this isn't space apparently, so here
is the Mockingbird Movie Guide.
If you are not a Trekkie, this is still a great action
movie, and if you are a Trekkie, this is an excellent film, the standard by
which all others are judged. I myself fall somewhere in between in terms of
fandom, but I genuinely love this movie: it has humor, action, pathos, a nice
bit of ironic foreshadowing and a truly traumatizing ear-happy creature. While
there are some silly moments and an abundance of Montalban chest, even
Shatner rises to the occasion and stops Shatnering when it’s needed and lets
two characters share a heartbreaking culmination of a years long friendship. Accept no
PEGG AND CUMBERBATCH: GET INTO IT
Whatever you say about the new Star Treks, the cast is
perfection. But why fall into a plot hole or twelve when you can enjoy the actors
elsewhere? For instance, you can find Benedict Cumberbatch in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, the
fantastic Sherlock and in The Countess’s bedroom. And Simon Pegg is of course the
star/co-writer/nerd leader from The Cornetto Trilogy: Shaun of the Dead, Hot
Fuzz and The World’s End, the trailer for which I will be linking to sixty three times before it comes out in August. Watch it now and sixty two times after