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26.05.06 | 01 | my name is earl

priceless dialogue from my name is earl:

earl: baloney isn't your favorite food. animal crackers is!
randy: animal crackers is my favorite food shaped like an animal!

i tend to think randy gets the best lines.

Comments:

i agree with you !!

julie kenny

perhaps my favorite "my name is earl" dialogue (roadrunner dialogue)...
crabman: hey, randy, beep-beep.
randy: [chuckles] yeah, beep, beep.
crabman: beep, beep.
randy: beep, beep.

btw, here in the states "earl" comes on right before our knock-off version of uk's "the office." i must say, it never seems to translate near as humorous when we try to americanize british humor. its usually like hearing clay aiken sing when you were expecting bono...

adam feldman

an english version of earl would be equally pointless. successful comedies create a culturally specific world, because it's the specificity that makes the characters live. and then there's the matter of casting - get it right and the actors just are the people they play. good for the viewers, bad for the actors' subsequent careers...

steve

casting is everything as Mark Hamill can attest... jason lee is a great earl. i really enjoyed his performance in "almost famous" as well.

adam feldman


23.05.06 | 01 | four generations

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this, always known as the 'four generations', is one of the key photographs of our family. left, my father; right, his mother my grandmother, centre, her mother my great-grandmother; and the baby is me. which means it's 1960. we're in my great-grandmother's house.

i'm the only one left now, which is why the photo has been given to me. great-grandmother died in 1965; but my grandmother died at easter last year. and now my father barely a year later.


20.05.06 | 01 | the funeral

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well, the funeral on the 15th went as well as these things can. a lot more people in the church than we'd expected, but the service was a bit of a black hole for me, i was chiefly concerned that it went ok and how my mother was.

the interment afterwards was, strange to say, rather beautiful. for obvious reasons i couldn't take photographs but two images stand out - my father's coffin, flower-covered, lifted high on the shoulders of the pall-bearers against the trees and sky; and the coffin without flowers at the bottom of the deep grave, the polished brass nameplate on the oak, as the vicar spoke of 'ashes to ashes, dust to dust'; the grave some ten feet deep and precisely cut to size, with no shoring required - you can thank the thornbury clay for that. it took dad years of work to break it down in the garden into something more plant-friendly. the coffin seemed shockingly heavy, and we knew that wasn't dad - mum had decided on a solid oak coffin, wholly appropriate as he always bought solid wood furniture if at all possible. beautiful wood, but the pall-bearers struggled!

being from grimsby, dad had been a supporter of grimsby town football club along with most of the family. the club badge he usually wore is with him in the coffin. the club colours are black and white - we were stumped as to how to achieve this florally, but his brother got the florist to spray arum lilies black!

so i think we did the best we could for him.

when the ground has settled there will be a headstone, and maybe some plants from his garden on the grave.

Comments:

thank you for keeping on describing so beautifully something that is so obviously painful. i am praying for your peace in all of the horrible muddle of life and death

julie kenny


12.05.06 | 01 | a stopped watch

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one of the hard things is being surrounded by so much of dad's stuff that he just left, and will never return to. his watch is still next to his seat. it stopped on the 16th of march. on the 15th i had a brief phone conversation with him, to say i'd got home from austin. it was the last time he ever spoke clearly to me, before the pneumonia took his voice. when i came back from lee abbey a couple of days later he was ill upstairs. his watch remains where he left it the day we spoke.

the funeral is on monday 15th [...that's the first time i noticed the date symmetry...]. organising a funeral is like organising a wedding at a week's notice, at a time when people don't feel like making quick decisions at all. so much stuff to get rolling at once. sheer momentum got us through, but i crashed emotionally today - fear of arrangements coming unstuck.

one of the first decisions was burial or cremation - his only words on the subject, years ago, were that he wouldn't be around so didn't care! we preferred burial, because it felt more loving and gives us a place to remember him. thornbury cemetery is a pleasant spot, in the fields outside the historic end of town near the church and castle - i used to sit and sketch there, and it pleases me that he will be buried in the middle of one of my pictures. my mother and i went to pick the actual plot. the old graveyard attendant put it in his book, and we went to the town hall to tell the clerks who said at once, oh you're the monday one. small town life eh?

this afternoon i went to view the body with my youngest brother. i knew i'd regret either doing it or not doing it, but preferred to risk the regrets of seeing. it wasn't easy. i had hoped that he would look more himself, in his own clothes and without the medical apparatus. but he looked less himself. that grim waxwork, ten years older than when i last saw him alive two weeks ago. my brother and i had the same thought - that it threw into stark relief the living dad we had known. i will not remember him thus - the mind recoils to better times, and in that sense it did some good. into his shirt pocket we tucked a picture mum had given us, of them together in her sister's garden c. 1968. in spite of the horror, it was a wrench to leave.

seeing death makes you realise what an astonishing thing life is - pink and swarming and full. the raw materials are so very much less without it.

Comments:

wow. thanks 4 posting this.

daniel miller

your words and picture capture so succinctly what we want to be unreal, but what is really about as real as it gets. thank you.

i am sorry for the pain of it all. i pray peace for you in the midst of the loss

julie kenny

Thanks for giving us an inkling of what you are seeing and going through. Peace, my friend.

adele

steve, we'll be thinking of you at grace tonight...

a sad time.

i do think it's good to go and see the body. i had the same sort of feelings when i went to see my dad's. hope the funeral plans have come together and it's a good service. see you soon

peace x

jonny baker

peace to you tomorrow

cheryl lawrie


05.05.06 | 01 | bad news

my father died just after 5am today. i am heading back down to bristol to be with my mother, probably won't be back for a week. may not get much internet access. thanks for all your prayers anyhow.

Comments:

i am sorry - thinking of you

jonny baker

sorry to hear that. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

gareth powell

Praying comfort in your mourning.

cory aldrich

that is very sad. i am so sorry. peace to you and to your people

julie kenny

So sorry to hear this sad news - you are in my thoughts and prayers.

charity hamilton

My heart and prayers go out to you and your family. Lord, help Steve and family during their time or mourning. Bring comfort and aid during this painful time. Amen.

adele

Sorry for your loss.

mike todd

I hope for good intense moments for you&your family.

geerard labeur

grace and peace from across the pond! there are no words for your loss.... you'll be in my prayers. praying that you will feel loved in the midst of it all. and thanks for always inspiring me!

lilly lewin

sorry for your loss. thank you for inviting us to "be with you" via your blog during this time... grace, and peace...

adam feldman

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