Archive for December 19th, 2008

A Page of History

Friday, December 19th, 2008

” God…What a Bod.”

(High School saying)

A few weeks ago, legendary pinup queen Bettie Page had a heart attack and shortly thereafter died of pneumonia. She was 85. Although her name may not be familiar to you, it would be hard to find anyone over the age of 30 who could not recognize Ms. Page from the 20,000 racy photographs taken of her in the late ‘40’s and ‘50’s.

Along with Hugh Hefner and Marilyn Monroe, Ms. Page is regarded as one of the pioneers in the sexual revolution of the ‘60’s. Without shame – she was most often photographed naked, nearly naked, or in a daring (for the ‘50’s) bikini on a California beach. She was even featured in ‘Bondage & Discipline’ images although she didn’t quite “get” the motif. “Why would anyone want to be tied-up?” she was quoted as asking. Her photos were found in sleazy men’s mags of the times, under the beds of teen boys, and proudly published by ‘Nudism & Nature’ periodicals.

“She captured the imagination of a generation of men and women with her free spirit and unabashed sensuality,” said agent Mark Roesler in a written statement. “She is the embodiment of beauty.”

A private funeral service was held for Ms. Page in Los Angeles. She was buried at Westwood Cemetery just a few feet away from Marilyn Monroe.

####

Weather You Like It or Not

Friday, December 19th, 2008

A Recycled Presentation from March 5, 2008

I don’t like it at all. I don’t like the bizarre maps nor isobars. I don’t like barometric pressures that are always rising or falling. I don’t like fronts when they dance across the screen in ‘time- enhanced’, color cartoons. I don’t like the dumb, 1st grade symbols that represent the sun, moon, and the stars. I don’t like doppler radar. I don’t like the hilarious, never-right, 7-day forecasts.

And It all happened again yesterday. A giant ice-sleet-and-snow (Oh My!) storm turned out to be about 1/4 of what was predicted. Yesterday morning, TV newscasters starting whipping the audience into a froth: “Lotsa big weather coming! No unnecessary travel! Bring your pets inside! Best place to be is in front of the TV! Watch for cancelations and delays! Stay tuned!” (Cut to videos of the Ice Storm of 1991 – 17 years ago!)

Programming is interrupted by weather crawls on the bottom of the screen and cutaways to the meteorologists. Kevin Williams or Glenn Johnson (really – isn’t this the same person in different clothes?) is jumping around in front of his maps – all grim – with his jacket off to show how hard he’s working to save us from mad weather

And then all the old people rush to Wegmans to stock up on essentials or just say prayers – and the kids start praying their school will be closed the next day and skip their homework. And all the elevator buzz is ‘Didja hear? Big storm tomorrow. They say blah, blah, blah!!”

In the last century when we were an agricultural society, weather reports made sense because farmers could plan their days accordingly. Today the weather is just a hyped, cheap-to-produce stepchild of local news. There’s less there than meets the eye.

I could do the friggin’ weather in about 10-seconds. Here goes:

“The National Weather Service says there’s about a 50% chance of rain tomorrow. So flip a coin and bring your geeky umbrella or not – your choice. Back to you, Ginny.”

####