@Eriu: But the celebrity autobiography readings have been going on for a while, i believe. I remember sherri sheppard talking about it on the view last year. and here's an article about them from last september [theater.nytimes.com]
But maybe she did. I have no idea! #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
@thecameralovesyou: It's not suspect because it's just a celebrity autobiography reading, though. It's suspect because it's specifically Suzanne Somers' poetry, which they performed quite some time ago. They've been gaining attention in LA and elsewhere (they were in BUST a few weeks ago) and this kind of thing happens way too often in comedy. [en.wikipedia.org]
(I wanted to link to an article from now-defunct Radar magazine but can't find it.) Yes, it could be an honest coincidence, but I tend to doubt it, especially since their version is on YouTube. #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
@thecameralovesyou: Me too. That's why I was so disappointed. It's possible someone else saw the video and was like, "Oh hey Kristen, Suzanne Somers wrote some ridiculous poetry." Still not really right, though, in my opinion. But less her fault. #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
@Eriu: True. I don't know if the individual comedians in these routines go out and find their own hilarious celebrity books but it could very well have not been her doing. I'm gonna hold on to that possibility. #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
Norman Borlaug also died today - he was responsible for engineering wheat crops that helped curb global hunger, especially in Mexico and India:
"By Mr. Toenniessen’s calculation, about half the world’s population goes to bed every night after consuming grain descended from one of the high-yield varieties developed by Dr. Borlaug and his colleagues of the Green Revolution. "
I was utterly shocked by this, somehow. Despite almost killing himself over and over as a kid he had such a tremendous life-force ~ it hardly seems possible for him to succumb to a heart attack.
Jim Carroll... RIP ... A voice of a generation and a legend. He portrayed New York in one if it's grittiest eras with a beauty in his depiction. He "was one of my friends and he died."
"That, I realized, is the great beauty of dreams: the devil may inevitably find a way to jerk you off, but you can always wake up before he makes you cum."
The gravity here is just sick for revenge
It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . .
The sky seems so low,
It hasn't moved this slow
Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain
You know the stars in the night
They're like the holes in the cave
Like the ceiling of a bombed-out church
But gravity blocks my screams
It's like an enemy's dreams
My guardians quit
They quit before they started their search
I want a world without gravity
It could be just what I need
I'd watch the stars move close
I'd watch the earth recede
I wanna drift above the borders against my will
I wanna sleep where the angels don't pass
But now my lips are blue
Gravity does it to you
It's like they're pressed against a mirrored glass
I want my will and capability to meet inside the region
Where this gravity don't mean a thing
It's where the angels break through . . .
It's where they bring it to you
It's where silence, silence can teach me to sing
I wanna lay beneath these sheets and never turn blue
I wanna hold you, hold you tight but never touch
I want some pure, pure white; hey, we can nod all night
We can do it without thinking too much
I want the dilettantes and parvenues to choke on my wrists
They think the pearls I wear are pills
I want their gravity to shatter . . . but it really doesn't matter
I got something in my eye that kills!
I was just saying yesterday that that particular bit about the Cheechakos and Sourdoughs was like bad Romantic poetry. And then Shatner went and did THIS. AMAZING.
Though I must say, I think Palin IS crazy. Such a level of self-delusion.
11/06/09
Oh, dear.
Not that I can afford to be vain about my "early poems", but I'm not sure who decided this was a good idea. #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
11/06/09
11/06/09
[theater.nytimes.com]
But maybe she did. I have no idea! #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
11/06/09
(I wanted to link to an article from now-defunct Radar magazine but can't find it.) Yes, it could be an honest coincidence, but I tend to doubt it, especially since their version is on YouTube. #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
11/06/09
I just try and think Kristen Wiig wouldn't steal ideas, but I tend to be naive and stay in my happy bubble. #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
11/06/09
11/06/09
11/06/09
The Cant, ohs.
The Chode Not Take.
Where the Side-eye Ends.
Man, Fred.
Peeves of Ass. #kristenwiigreadssuzannesomers
09/14/09
R.I.P. Jim.
09/13/09
09/13/09
"By Mr. Toenniessen’s calculation, about half the world’s population goes to bed every night after consuming grain descended from one of the high-yield varieties developed by Dr. Borlaug and his colleagues of the Green Revolution. "
[www.nytimes.com]
His work has also been criticized for negative environmental impact.
09/13/09
09/14/09
09/13/09
09/13/09
09/13/09
RIP, Jim.
09/13/09
09/13/09
It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . .
The sky seems so low,
It hasn't moved this slow
Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain
You know the stars in the night
They're like the holes in the cave
Like the ceiling of a bombed-out church
But gravity blocks my screams
It's like an enemy's dreams
My guardians quit
They quit before they started their search
I want a world without gravity
It could be just what I need
I'd watch the stars move close
I'd watch the earth recede
I wanna drift above the borders against my will
I wanna sleep where the angels don't pass
But now my lips are blue
Gravity does it to you
It's like they're pressed against a mirrored glass
I want my will and capability to meet inside the region
Where this gravity don't mean a thing
It's where the angels break through . . .
It's where they bring it to you
It's where silence, silence can teach me to sing
I wanna lay beneath these sheets and never turn blue
I wanna hold you, hold you tight but never touch
I want some pure, pure white; hey, we can nod all night
We can do it without thinking too much
I want the dilettantes and parvenues to choke on my wrists
They think the pearls I wear are pills
I want their gravity to shatter . . . but it really doesn't matter
I got something in my eye that kills!
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked gravity . . .
09/13/09
09/13/09
09/13/09
09/14/09
I heard the news on 88.1 KdHX here in St. Louis and they played this as well.
07/28/09
07/28/09
07/28/09
Though I must say, I think Palin IS crazy. Such a level of self-delusion.