Do you remember when you were a “newbie?” My first time on the Internet was at work in 1996. I first connected to the Internet through my own account in July of 1997.
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Confidential to Lindsey
Where the hell is my photo, Survivor Guru?
World AIDS Day 2005
Steve. Died 1992.What the world lost: Your gentle spirit. Your rich laugh. Your beautiful voice. Your bravery. Your brilliant mind. Your calm disposition. Your love of music and books and art. Your wisdom.
Jeff. Died 1995.
What the world lost: Your sharp wit. Your political passion. Your desire for justice. Your strong will. Your anger. Your generosity. Your love of beauty.
John. Died 1996.
What the world lost: Your twinkling eyes. Your mischief. Your humor. Your zest for a good time. Your vulnerability. Your gentleness. Your sweet nature.
Tim. Died 1997.
What the world lost: Your courage. Your compassion for anyone who was hurting. Your boundless love. Your ability to give comfort. Your protectiveness. Your kindness. Your strength.
Whew!
To answer that burning question that was provoked by Rio, according to Wikipedia:
Connie Chung’s last public appearance was as a guest on The View in 2005.
MSNBC announced in November, 2005, that Chung will host a currently untitled weekend news show on the network with Povich. The show will premiere January 7, 2006, with replays of each show airing throughout the weekend, and will feature a variety of topics and guests.
Now where the heck is sometime LJ commenter Perfectly Frank? Can Wikipedia tell me that?
Chasing a dream
I am so happy for my friend Tandy. After 25 years in the corporate world, Tandy decided to focus on what work would make her feel truly fulfilled and happy. She wrote and published. She taught belly dancing. She became a partner, friend, and mentor to several people as they developed their entrepreneurial talents. As one of my clients, every time she came to me, I felt like I got as much or more from our sessions as Tandy. She coached other people on how to pursue their dreams.
And then she decided to chase a dream of her own and move to Bali to open a hotel. But not just any hotel. From Tandy’s web site:
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Yes, it is
Confidential to Tim
Let go of the teeth.
R E N T
Here’s why I am a lousy movie critic. I WANT to love movies. Unless they are way over-hyped (Titanic), which usually compels me not to see them until long after everyone else has seen them three times and has finally shut up about them, I go into a theater with a totally open mind, desperately wanting the movie to be good and forgiving a thousand transgressions so that I can be swept up in movie magic.
A waaaay long time ago, I made a RENT movie date with Lindsey. I loved RENT both times I saw it on stage. I’ve listened to the cast recording a zillion times. And other than watching the trailer and reading a few reviews today, I tried to avoid too much RENT: The Movie exposure.
Tonight was our first opportunity to see it in Houston, and I went with Lindsey, Rhonda, Tim, and Tom. Yeah, there are changes–some good, some not. Yeah, there are some songs missing. But it didn’t matter. I loved the movie. I loved the casting. The movie magic worked.
And I loved the industrial tissues that Lindsey provided us before it started. Thanks, Lindsey! But I’m still mad that Tim forbade me to sing. Maybe I’ll go back by myself and MOO. Heh heh.
Stop and smell the…
I wish you could smell these. Tom took this photo a few days ago outside Tim’s kitchen window. The cool thing is, they are growing away from the apartment, so at night, they look as if they are hanging in midair because the greenery vanishes in the darkness. I call them Ghost Roses.
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Good morning, America, how are you…
So tonight is the night when we join with New Orleans writer Greg Herren at our Meteor/Borders signing to raise money for the New Orleans AIDS Task Force (NO/AIDS)–or we get drunk and wonder where everybody is.
Actually, I’m VERY moved by the donations we’ve received in the mail, and by my personal friends who, though many of them can’t make it, have sent checks so I can buy copies of the books for them tonight (since Borders donates a portion of book sales to NO/AIDS). And then there are the friends who used their extensive e-mail lists to get the word out, and friends who made sure we had plenty of flyers…and the list goes on.
Meanwhile, Greg rolled into Houston last night, and Tim and I finally got to meet him face to face after these many months of talking online. Did we like each other? Was it everything we dreamed it would be and more? Did we stay up talking until nearly 5 a.m. even though we were all exhausted? Why yes, and that answers the first two questions. We laughed, we bitched, it was better than a Jacqueline Susann novel.
And–I SCORED a cover of Greg’s next Scotty book (coming in March) because Greg got mail from Kensington just before he left New Orleans. So unless you get a Kensington catalog, you’ve SEEN IT HERE FIRST!
