Happy Memorial Day. While many celebrated today with picnics and cookouts, pool parties and beach holidays, I hope a moment was taken observe the true intent of this day – honoring our brave servicemen and women who made the ultimate sacrifice so that we can have picnics & cookouts and pool parties & beach holidays. Let a veteran know his or her hard work was and is appreciated.
We lost a television icon on May 28. Gary Coleman, who portrayed the character Arnold Jackson on the hit sitcom Diff’rent Strokes, passed away from head injuries sustained in fall at his home in Utah. Although he grew to dislike the character and catchphrase that him famous – “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout Willis?” – I hope he understood the hours of joy he and the cast of Diff’rent Strokes provided me and countless other children of the ’80s who sang along to the theme song, swooned over Arnold’s older brother Willis and thought of Arnold as the little brother they either had or wished they had. Farewell, dear fellow.
We also lost Dennis Hopper on May 29, 2010 after a valiant fight with cancer. I am too young to remember his hit Easy Rider, and only saw a few of his films, Blue Velvet being the standout for me. Goodnight to a great writer and actor.
A member of the Temptations lost his battle with cancer on May 30, 2010. Ali-Ollie Woodson was not a founding member of the Hall of Fame quintet, but was lead singer in the ’80s and ’90s. I remember humming along to “Treat Her Like a Lady” while it played on the radio and loving the conviction in his voice and velvety delivery. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world.
As the extended weekend draws to a close, I am reminded more than ever how fleeting life is. Remember to tell those closest to you how much you love them and don’t assume they already know. Take time from your busy days to smell the roses, appreciate a clear blue sky and have one good belly laugh.
May you continue to be showered with God’s blessings and mercies.
Tonight is the end of American Idol. No, I’m not referring to the season finale. I’m speaking of the end of Idol as we know it. The show lost a lot of its appeal when Paula Abdul left. I can only imagine how far it will sink with Simon Cowell no longer there to be the voice of reason. He could be cruel sometimes, but he did have the chutzpah to refrain from sugar-coating his criticisms and telling awful singers the cold, hard truth.
Now, on to my critique of the season finale: A solid C. The tributes to Simon were OK. Paula Abdul was as delightfully goofy as ever while the group sing-a-longs were just as cheesy as ever. The Idol contestants paired with artists were hit or miss (Bowersox & Morrisette and Lynche & McDonald were hits, but DeWyze & Chicago was a miss). The performances were OK – would have been nice if Janet Jackson had actually danced instead of moving across the stage. I wanted to like Christina Aguilera’s performance, but I didn’t. It just seemed off. And, surprise, Lee DeWyze won. I don’t think Crystal Bowersox has anything to worry about, though. I’m sure some big-time record producer has been communicating with her. Losing Idol may be the best thing that happened to her.
Well, that’s it. American Idol is in for some big changes. Unfortunately, I don’t think it will be a change for the better.
Should have written this last night immediately after watching the series finale of Lost. I didn’t because I wanted to give myself some time to ponder the ending. Now that I have done this, I can say with complete confidence that I totally hated it. It did nothing for me. It’s not that I didn’t understand it. They died in the crash. I get it. I just didn’t like it.
I watched Jimmy Kimmel afterwards and saw some people were moved to tears. I only felt empty and slightly duped. If you’re old enough to remember the series Dallas, I felt the same way when Bobby Ewing’s death turned out to be only a dream. The writers deserve praise for stretching the concept for a two hour movie into a six year series.
I am only criticizing the concept. The show itself was great and I am sorry to see it end. I am left with one question, though. Where were Walt and Michael?
Reviews and Reflections from A Christian Perspective