When someone worthy of admiration is lost in the world, this series of posts tends to be the manner in which tribute is paid here at this odd little outpost of the internet. So it is with a degree of sadness that we offer up our own brand of sky point for Bob Hoskins, who died late the other night.
Toasted ravs, man. Don’t ask, it’s just a St. Louis thing.
Born Brad M. Carlson on June 12th of 1950 in Rockford, Illinois (home of the Skatin’ Bacon and Beef-A-Roo), Bun E. Carlos provided the backbone and backbeat of one of the most unlikely rock and roll mega-success stories of their era, or any era, Cheap Trick.
If there’s one cautionary tale to be learned from Orson Welles, well, it’s probably to lay off of the carbohydrates. But if there are TWO cautionary tales to be learned from Orson Welles, the other is the value of finishing strong.
Can you imagine being a freshman in college and suddenly being introduced to Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs (sadly, neither of whom had beards)? Imagine if then you would go one to become not only a contemporary but perhaps one of the greatest writers of that generation. Allen Ginsberg did just that.
Born in Newark, Ginsberg became a fixture on the burgeoning scene of “Beat” writers who saw promise in American youth and their future. His writing took on an incredibly raw form that would lead his best known poem “Howl” to be banned multiple times before being defended under the first amendment.
At one point in the late 40’s, Ginsberg had what he called an auditory hallucination where he first believed to have heard the voice of God before realizing it was simply the voice of poet William Blake (also beardless). The multi-day event lead him to realize the interconnectedness of the universe that would later shape his belief in Buddhism. I can’t really say if this belief in pursuing perfection lead to his realization that facial hair is the ultimate form of masculinity but they certainly didn’t hurt Ginsberg’s belief in a long unruly beard.
A man with seemingly thousands of memorable characters and even more facial contortions in portraying those characters, Gary Oldman has basically stolen every movie he’s ever been in. And there have been a lot over his 30-plus year acting career.
We’re not one to make excuses for any bonehead activities from our favorite team. When we think someone is being a lunkhead, we’ll call them out. We also aren’t ones that feel dirty hits have any place in the game. It’s an extremely physical game and sometimes things cross a line. I’d like to give Seabrook the benefit of the doubt and say he lost himself and threw a hit that while wasn’t entirely dirty, definitely was reckless. It never should have happened.
The rest of this series wasn’t going to be easy even without that hit. Now things are almost sure to only get uglier and uglier. The team that can avoid getting lost in looking for blood will have the advantage. The Blues may headhunt and you can’t really blame them. The Hawks may continue to lose their minds and play like.. well.. like the Blues. Neither team will win by doing this. So instead of getting angrier and angrier…. Lets all paint some happy little trees?
If any city in the Midwest has an even greater distaste for St. Louis, it’s Kansas City (both the Kansas and Missouri sides), and that’s before even getting into how Cardinals fans still won’t shut up about how they got jobbed in the 1985 World Series. And there’s no one more proud of his Kansas City heritage than rapper Mac Lethal.
You come at the king, you best not miss.
Saad alright with change: Chicago Tribune
Leddy charging: SunTimes
Midway point: ESPN
Sharp getting notice: Suntimes
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