The good, the bad, hardship, joy, tragedy, love, and happiness are all interwoven into one indescribable whole that one calls life. You cannot separate the good from the bad, and perhaps there is no need to do so.
~ Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis
No time for DVDs...today was my first day at work.
TODAY on the TELE
Monday Night Football is over, so it's back to Jeopardy at 7 p.m. on Monday again. Also Everybody Loves Raymond and CSI Miami (which was a little difficult to watch tonight, since it was too closely related to Paul's death)
Breakfast: Cheerios, toast
Lunch: tortilla and peanut butter (believe it or not)
Dinner: Turkey soup loaded with veggies.
Surprisingly pleasant. Good day to be out in the sun, not working in an office!
5 January 2003
A skiers body was recovered today after a day-long search in an area where an avalanche had occurred. His companion was able to get out alive and went for help.
The reporting by our local station made it sound like a spectator sport.and gleefully reported that we were now looking at the actual location of the avalanche.
The reporter then went on to report that the "relatives of the victim, who were here during the search for the body were so upset that they left immediately. They declined our request for an interview."
Well, no shit.
God, reporters make me so angry. Sometimes they get so wrapped up in the adrenalin of the moment, in the rush to get the whole story and to make it interesting, they forget that there are real people involved. People who hurt. People who are grieving and whose very last thought is how to address the media so that all the world can have the chance to view their grief, while a bank of cameras clicks away relentlessly.
Each time I hear the excitement in the voice of a reporter, such as I heard tonight, rushing to cover a tragedy, I am reminded of the scene in A Star Is Born, where Vicki Lester has just attended a funeral service for her husband, who committed suicide by walking out into the ocean. She can barely stand. She is dressed in black with a veil over her face and her crazed fans are outside the church. As friends try to shield her from the crowd someone reaches over and grabs her veil, pulling it off and shouting "Cmon, Honeyjust give us one look!"
How voyeuristic our society has become under the umbrella of "right to know."
No murder is too gruesome.
No tragedy is too personal.
No grief is too private.
The American public has a right to know everything, to trample on the most private, most painful moments of every public figure.
Cmon, Honey -- just give us one look!
I have incredible admiration for people who finally get angry and tell the photographers where they can put their cameras and tell the reporters what they can do with their questions.
There is a time and place for everything, and the moment when your beloved is being dug out under 4 feet of snow is not the time to face a reporter and answer that inevitably moronic question: "How do you feel about this tragedy?"
My world just ended...how do you THINK I feel, you idiot?
I have always questioned the American publics right to know everything. There is a point beyond which it becomes just plain old blood thirsty nosy-ness.
We have been very fortunate with reporters in our lives. We have suffered several tragedies, the sort which might be rife for media exploitation. We are fortunate to live in a small town where the newspaper is considerate of the feelings of people involved. Our kids deaths were reported, but the newspaper let us take the lead with what was acceptable and what was not.
I have a feeling that this hyperventilating reporter, petulantly stating that the family was not available for interview, lacks the same sensitivity.
PHOTO OF THE DAY
I did more cleaning today. I threw away this
Weight Lost to date: 46.6 lbs