Tag: Warren Beatty

To Die Another Day

Those gene combination keeps going, mutating and evolving.

Buddistically or biologically, we aren’t going to die today. Maybe another day. But not today (I am obviously blogging still, 957 and counting).

Unlike a line in American Pie “too much whiskey and wine…this will be the day that I die”. Meanwhile, in the land of the living, some rules stay : what you sowed, you reap; do unto others as you would like to be done unto.

The sun rises and it sets; the usual tempo except when asteroid hit Earth. Death uninvited.

Every day, we got Twitter but not every day we got twister (depends on what region of the country, the impact and differences are quite significant). The later lifted trucks, cows and roofs high into the air.

Who said it’s peaceful when you die in your sleep.

I got a rare glimpse into the process of aging and dying this past week: accompanying elder siblings to doctor visits, pharmacy waiting rooms etc…

My brother is a pharmacist. And he will soon be waiting outside the counter for his own prescriptions. We all will be waiting in front of those counters (unless they streamline the process).

To die another day. But not today.

In Ishtar, Dustin Hoffman and Warren Beatty shooed away the crows “Go away, not dead yet”. The movie however was a bomb. Just desert sand and deserted seats.

The journey however continues, whether we are on a quest to Mars or to the Mall, in stages: born, live, reflect and die..

I am glad to have been shown by great writers how they searched and sifted through the details of their lives.

Still there are many great stories remain untold, while more mundane stuffs got printed.  Who can tell what sells?

Consumer’s taste is quite fleeting.

We avoid risks, unless it’s other people who take the fall (Oscar‘s host).

It’s called sacrificial lamb. Someone dies in our places. To appease death and atone for sin (collective).

Winter is soon over. Spring is forthcoming. Symbols of life are about to show forth and, to remind us once again that life won’t go away.

The gene pool, 99 per cent plus, will go on through the lives of our children. To die another day. Not today.

Memoir yet to be written

The 70’s was coined the ME decade (Tom Wolfe).

I am OK, you’re OK. By now, we should see the ME products on the shelves: from Shirley MacLaine to her brother Warren Beatty, from Rock Hudson to Ron Reagan.

Last of the hardback memoirs. Last of generation ME.

We now join the world, for WE ARE THE WORLD, to the tune of 1 billion faces on Facebook.

An oil refinery went wrong somewhere up North, all of Southern California suffered (last week, gas price hit $5.00 per gallon).

I am an ardent fan of the future. The presence of the future is shown in each child’s eyes. Potential and possibilities.

No politics.

Their experience are mediated through a parental “firewall”. But the rest of reality out there to a child , who is holding an I-pad, is full of promises.

Why, why, why?

Adults can come up with 10 “why nots”, before we can come up with one “why” we should pursue a course of action (change).

Life has dragged us down.

So much that it would be more appropriate for us to wear “handicapped” T-shirts (instead of Superman).

I admire people who show up at the gym. At least, there are a handful of people who know their priorities.

Then, we should be paying attention to legacy.

It’s likely that we will be remembered for one thing, the way Presidents could not live down that one war they presided over.

Will yours be the innovator? The enabler? The leader? The thinker? The Creator? The Peace Maker?

We got that spark of divinity. Just that it got buried deep or blurred along the way.

No one has encouraged us to strive for more, strike for gold, or reach out to the stars.

They want to catch us speeding (they mean the machine, the hidden cameras etc…).

In other words, we live in a society predisposed to punishment instead of rewards.

Yet we pay lip service to employee of the month parking spot (next to handicapped’s).

I have noticed a detrimental trend during the Recession: those who don’t have jobs have gotten used to their second-class citizenry.

And those who hold a job, have also been deflated and resigned to becoming machine-like, which ironically, makes them vulnerable and replaceable by automation.

So, the ME decade in the 70’s gradually dies out (as shown in Memoirs and Biography shelves). In its place, we got the rise of the machine, a mindset (resignation to fate) and even the “end of men” as recently emerged in gender discussions. In twenty years, we expect to see more memoirs by accomplished women executives (HP, IBM, xerox, Facebook, yahoo, Pepsi…) and those who broke the glass ceiling, whether occupational or social (Oprah, Melinda Gates, Merkel, Rice, Hillary). Memoirs yet to be written. Could be yours and mine. With extended life expectancy, you do have time to sort and sift through those raw materials for your memoir. Just make sure to use the word WE  often. So We can share it, re-tweet it, and Like it.

P.S. As of this edit, Lean-In by Facebook’s COO Sheryl Sandberg, has just been released and moved to top spot on USA Today book list, just to prove my point.