What?!? I spend Thanksgivings and Passovers in Willmette, it doesn't seem like the type of place someone would choose to commit suicide in. It also doesn't seem like a place where kidnappings are high, but I am probably just profiling.
This year, we've already fished a med student and a math PhD student out of the lake, so grad students 0, Lake Michigan 1.
You guys should do like California and empty your lakes as much as possible. For safety.
I kind of like Arsenio Hall (and like Sinead O'Connor and hope that she's OK). But it would be amazing of Arsenio was the culprit. Like it turns out that Arsenio is drowning victims in the lake, with their last words being "Arsenio!!!!" Murdered by Arsenio would be such an amazing way to go.
This year, we've already fished a med student and a math PhD student out of the lake, so grad students 0, Lake Michigan 1.
Shouldn't that be, "Lake Michigan 2" or was the same person both a med student and math PHD student?
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I was thinking in binary terms, but your system makes more sense.
Totally agnostic about the whole Arsenio-as-Prince's-dealer thing -- one of those stories that's either weird enough to be a fabrication or weird enough to be actually true -- but to read O'Connor's Facebook page is to be truly terrified for her; she is clearly struggling. Basically, and it breaks my heart to think about it but it's true, I expect to hear about her committing suicide or dying by misadventure within the next half-decade. (OTOH who knows? She's survived this long and it seems pretty clear this is not her first rodeo with depression and mental health issues. Maybe she'll outlive me.)
I love Sinead's reggae albums. "Throw Down Your Arms" is one my favourite records period.
From the Tribune web site:
UPDATE: Sinead O'Connor has been located "safe and is no longer listed as a missing/endangered person," according to Wilmette police. Check back for details..
Too boring to even come back to after a bike ride, it turns out.
Apparently the answer to "How far can you get form Wilmette on a bike?" is "It doesn't matter, as far as I get, I'll take it."
3: That is amusing, but it sent me down a gloomy corridor of speculating about how long a genuine, recognized-in-public, "Big fan! Loved you in ____! Can I get a picture?" celebrity could get away with being a serial killer. The Cosby example leads to a depressing answer.
I guess Merv Griffin is no longer at large.
If you're looking for drugs, the Smashing Pumpkins drummer is usually a good bet.
I love Sinead's reggae albums. "Throw Down Your Arms" is one my favourite records period.
Heh - my liking for that album is the sort of thing I do not mention around here. But yeah.
Looks like she went for a long bike ride.
11: I can't remember which comedian (Louis CK maybe) had a piece about how if he were a Hollywood star he would start stalking random members of the public. "So, you say Tom Cruise is always driving by your house late at night? Okay. Suuuure he is, ma'am."
Like it turns out that Arsenio is drowning victims in the lake, with their last words being "For the love of God, Arsenio!!!!"
6:the it should be grad students 0, Lake Michigan 10
I imagine that when looking for suicidally inclined individuals, the places that the Wilmette cops routinely check are the Metra Line, Lake Michigan (aka, Da Mere or the 51st ward at least in Chicago) and the Bahai Temple, whose roof, at 138', is, I believe, the highest point in Wilmette.
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Kinda a music thread, don't care if pwnd
No more cryin to Guy Clark
nice long piece in Jan 2014 Texas Monthly containing a great and sad love story, triangle kinda, with friend Townes van Zandt and Clark's wife of forty years Susanna, who kinda died when Townes died.
Unlike Bowie, Prince, and Hag, Guy Clark was not a rich fuck. Just a poet.
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Fuck it just cut and paste this from LGM, cause I kinda been staring at it
"That Old Time Feeling"
And that old time feeling goes sneakin' down the hall
Like an old gray cat in winter, keepin' close to the wall
And that old time feeling comes stumblin' up the street
Like an old salesman kickin' the papers from his feet
And that old time feeling draws circles around the block
Like old women with no children, holdin' hands with the clock
And that old time feeling falls on its face in the park
Like an old wino prayin' he can make it till it's dark
And that old time feeling comes and goes in the rain
Like an old man with his checkers, dyin' to find a game
And that old time feeling plays for beer in bars
Like an old blues-time picker who don't recall who you are
And that old time feeling limps through the night on a crutch
Like an old soldier wonderin' if he's paid too much
And that old time feeling rocks and spits and cries
Like an old lover rememberin' the girl with the clear blue eyes
Since he's very modest, I'll just note that you were pwned by peep.
23: Thanks for noting my exceptional modesty, Moby!
22: Enjoyed that, bob.
nice long piece in Jan 2014 Texas Monthly containing a great and sad love story
Thanks for the link Bob. I read it this morning, and am holding back tears. The sections about Susanna are touching and sad, and I hadn't known any of that.
25: Did you see this article too?
http://www.texasmonthly.com/the-culture/guy-clark-one-last-look/
I did. Nice, and a good chaser -- not as heavy as the first one.