"Only those who risk failing greatly can ever succeed greatly." –RFK
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Rats and ABCs
I do not mean to spark controversy. I only want to say that no matter what you think of him and no matter what he did or did not do, Michael Jackson had extraordinary talent.
I mean, remember being so moved by a song about a rat?
And who else still has their Jackson 5 albums? I do!
I feel like I missed an era. We listened to my parents radio station growing up (think Roger Miller, Englebert Humperdink, Tom Jones, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Sinatra, Crosby, etc). We owned three albums: Johnny Horton, Bobby Darrin and the Monkeys (that one was a gift that my parents didn't like). I got a bit of other stuff here and there through friends, so I had heard the ABC song, but not the other. In the late 70s and 80s I was "all country, all the time". In the nineties through the present, I'm mostly quiet, no music. I am not into the hoopla, but I sort of get it. I get that many people grew up with this music. All together, I think it is sad, and that in many ways he became a caricature of himself. It seems obvious to me that the cost of his fame (and some say his genius) was way, way too high. He was a damaged soul. I think that if anyone pays attention, there is a lesson in his life and his fame.
I am an ultra runner, physician and have been medical director of some of the toughest ultras. I tend to be a mover and a shaker and louder than my size suggests. However, my Gemini twin is gentler and contemplative, an artist, a writer, and a poet. I am a dog lover, a believer in souls, and have a special affinity for those who struggle because I have been there.
This is my crazy lovable huggable Weimaraner, Steely Dan. I call him Steely. He left us in January of this year at only 6 years from lymphoma that did not respond to chemotherapy treatments. Steely was a total goof. He loved trail running, road running, treadmill running, new experiences, making eye contact, sleeping on his back, me, kids, and liver treats. He was Zappa's best friend. We miss him dearly.
This is Stella. A rescue from the shelter. She's about 6 months old and a Border Collie. She is a joyous bundle of energy and curiosity and now also Zappa best friend. She will make a nice running partner when she grows up.
This is the now the big brother of my family - a rescued Greyhound. His name is Frank Zappa. I call him Zappa. He's 7 years old and has learned all about life beyond the track and crate from Steely when he was with us. It was very rewarding to watch his personality bloom as he settled into the family. And yes, he runs like the wind!
This is Natasha, my dearest friend. She was with me through college, medical school, residency, and she moved with me from Chicago to Spokane several years ago. She was my best running partner for 10 years. My sweet Natasha died from bone cancer in 2006. I miss her still. I hung a windchimes over the deck outside. When it chimes, I smile and think she has finally -- wherever she is now -- caught a squirrel!
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I feel like I missed an era. We listened to my parents radio station growing up (think Roger Miller, Englebert Humperdink, Tom Jones, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Sinatra, Crosby, etc). We owned three albums: Johnny Horton, Bobby Darrin and the Monkeys (that one was a gift that my parents didn't like). I got a bit of other stuff here and there through friends, so I had heard the ABC song, but not the other. In the late 70s and 80s I was "all country, all the time". In the nineties through the present, I'm mostly quiet, no music. I am not into the hoopla, but I sort of get it. I get that many people grew up with this music. All together, I think it is sad, and that in many ways he became a caricature of himself. It seems obvious to me that the cost of his fame (and some say his genius) was way, way too high. He was a damaged soul. I think that if anyone pays attention, there is a lesson in his life and his fame.
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