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“American Idol” of April 4, 2012: Who Will Go Home Tomorrow Night?

Jessica Sanchez: Still A Front-Runner on “American Idol”

Wednesday, April 4, 2012, 8 p.m. (ET) “American Idol” contestants Jessica Sanchez and Joshua Ledet sang a duet (“The River Was Deep”) on the show tonight. The judges’ remarks echoed the feeling that these two are the front-runners. Randy Jackson, in particular, said, “Two of the greatest singers to ever hit this stage,” and Steven Tyler agreed: “That was so fine.”

 

In addition to their duet, their individual performances were outstanding, eliciting comments like, “Your voice is so fantastic!” for Jessica and “Lordy!” and “Crazy” for Joshua. He was praised for his “powerhouse performance” as was Jessica, when she sang “How Will I Know?” attired in a blue jeans jacket.

PHILLIP PHILLIPS

Also doing well tonight was Phillip Phillips with a Genesis song, “That’s All.” Comments included, “That was pretty great. Another great performance. Great song choice.”

SKYLAR LAINE & DeANDRE BRACKENSICK
Skylar and DeAndre also had good nights, with Skylar closing out the program with her version of “Wind Beneath My Wings” and DeAndre singing a DeBarge song, “I Like It.”  Jennifer Lopez singled DeAndre out for praise.

Skylar looked particularly good this night, in a long, deep rose-colored gown, with a few streaks in her hair dyed the same shade. Since she looked pretty rough at rehearsal and has dressed in less-than-flattering outfits on other nights, her make-over deserves special mention.  Randy, besides commenting on how well she sang, also commented on how nice she looked. Skylar got a standing ovation.

The two that are definitely in trouble are Hollie Cavanagh, who sang “What A Feeling” from the movie “FlashDance” and Elise Testone, who sang a Foreigner song, “I Wanna’ Know What Love Is.”  Both were criticized for being “out of tune everywhere, for me” (Randy). Steven said, “I’m not sure that was the right song for you tonight,” referencing Elise’s choice of songs. Randy also said, “It was pretty pitchy till the end.”

Who, besides these two girls, might end up with the lowest number of votes?

COLTON DIXON

For me, it would be Colton Dixon, who sang “Time After Time,” but the girls who vote seem to like Colton. His drummer (Rex) received rave reviews for the up-tempo arrangement Colton chose. It is also true that DeAndre has been in the bottom three more than almost anyone else, but he did very well tonight.

 

DUETS & COACHES

Other pairings that entertained were Skylar and Colton singing “Islands in the Stream” and Hollie and DeAndre dueting on “I’m So Excited,” and Phillip Phillips and Elise singing Tom Petty’s “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around” receiving rave reviews like, “Beautiful” (Randy) and “As good as it gets.” (Stephen Tyler)

Tonight’s celebrity coaches were “No Doubt” band members, led by Gwen Stefani, as the contestants performed songs from the 80s.

 

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“On the Bridge:” A Gut-Wrenching Documentary for Our Time – An Exclusive Interview with Director Olivier Morel

Shakespeare wrote, “The evil that men do lives after them.”

Olivier Morel’s film “On the Bridge,” which I viewed on Saturday, October 8, 2011, at the Chicago Film Festival, is a powerful, intense examination of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), based on filmed interviews with many of the veterans, families and friends affected by this “cancer of the spirit,” as it is termed by one soldier in the film.

The singer mentioned in the film (Jason Moon) put it this way in one haunting  lyric:

“Somewhere between lost and alone, Trying to find my way home.

I’m tryin’ to find my way home. It’s hard to fight an enemy that lives inside your head.”

Nowhere is this more true than in those returning Afghanistan and Iraq War veterans who suffer from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). Olivier Morel, a French-born film-maker on the faculty of Notre Dame, began filming the documentary  interviewing returning veterans in cities across the United States over three years ago. The film, which is showing at the Chicago 47th International Film Festival is “On the Bridge.” (*Review to follow).

What follows is an exclusive interview from Olivier Morel, the Director, who was kind enough to answer these questions about the documentary, [which I will review in a separate article and in shorter form for Yahoo and Associated  Content.]

Olivier Morel to Connie Wilson

Interview on the film “On the Bridge” (Zadig-Productions/ARTE, 2011)

www.onthebridgethemovie.com

1)  What initially inspired you to start making this documentary 2 years ago? Did you personally know some returning veterans …what?

This film would never have been possible without the fantastic women and men, the Iraq War veterans that I met while starting to develop what was at first a simple curiosity for the “subject:” They are the ones who inspired me. My initial intent was not necessarily to make a “film.” The very reason why I started working on the issue of war trauma among returning veterans from the war in Iraq is that I got really angry: I was stupefied when I learned about the epidemic of suicides among soldiers and veterans. (*8,000 a year, 23 a day).

The first thing I was exposed to, if I remember well, was that cold but gut-wrenching statistic in the news. I was also uncomfortable with the fact that the “news” rarely report on the subject: this is not a “breaking news” story. On the contrary. Like the war itself, it has become a very banal thing: the soldiers who are struggling with war-related psychological trauma “survived” the war, but many kill themselves at home and most of those deaths are completely anonymous. In most cases, those deaths are not seen as are war-related but rather as “personal” matters affecting “individuals” and it tells a lot about how our society relates to the current wars and those (soldiers, relatives, communities…) who are sacrificing for them. I found that unacceptable.

 

For some reason I ended up re-considering the entire way that the soldiers, or the veterans, are perceived in our society. To put it in a nutshell, I have the unpleasant feeling that, on the one hand, there is a positive perception that “glorifies” the “heroes” who are coming back from the war zones, and that, on the other hand, there is a (very) negative perception, a discomfort, to say the least, a taboo, or worse, a profound and insidious disgust with regard to what the soldiers have been through in combat zones, and regarding the kinds of actions in which they have been involved, the things they have done, etc.

Those representations, if they are connected with a concrete reality in many cases (yes, they are very brave, they deserve a tremendous respect; yes, in some cases that have already been reported. Bad things were done by occupation forces in Iraq, Afghanistan and other places, during the past ten years…), are also, in my opinion, very reducing, if not, very unfair when it comes to the “bad” things, and very disconnected when it comes to the “good” things.

This Manichaeism, this is my point, instead of helping us comprehend what the soldiers have been through, this attitude is, on the contrary, blocking us from understanding in all of the senses of the word, what is going on here. This is not only about understanding what it means that the U.S. is a society at war since 2001, this is also about what happens when, very concretely, soldiers are coming home : they are not understood, not well treated, not well considered and regarded, and the controversial ways in which the soldiers and veterans are handled by an institution such as the Veterans Administration is a paradigm of this lack of understanding[1]. That is what I found the most unacceptable. It affects the soldiers, the warriors, but also millions of families.  I had the unpleasant impression, that neither the families, the communities, were prepared (for their return from war), nor, the soldiers themselves! And that raises enormous questions: about our culture, our culture of the war, our understanding of what it means to be a soldier, to serve a country, to sacrifice, to be a warrior, and of course, to make the highly challenging adjustment back to civilian life when they come home, surrounded with civilians who (in the vast majority) have no clue (even when they think they know, which is complicated…) of what being in a war means. So, the consequences of this gap between the “good” and the “bad” soldier, is just devastating.

That’s why the film is “devastating.” A good friend of mine, who runs a movie theater, after having watched the film, said: I have tried to film in this “in-between” zone, this grey zone, trying to avoid the “good” and the “bad,” guy, this is why this is an observational documentary.

I started filming when I knew I had reached this point with the veterans, when they knew I would never judge them, but also not be a part of the “congratulations, thanks for your service” automatic and pre-formed discourse (this does not mean, I want to make it very clear, that I do not want to “thank” them. On the contrary: they are the most inspiring, bright and respectful people I have met in my life!). I’m not trying to glorify or magnify, and I’m not judging the fact, the war, the actions in which they have been  involved or about which they talk in very raw terms in the film.

The film is straightforward in that sense. No sentiments, no myth, but, I hope, a profound compassion, at the end. This is also what I have done with those mute portraits of the protagonists who are watching the viewer, looking straight into the lens of the camera, at the end of the film. To a certain extent and without sounding too convoluted I am trying to give the impression that this is a film that watches us, that interrogates us, instead of a film that we are passively watching.

So after the initial shock, I started investigating around 2007. Now the subject is less and less anonymous, mostly because the post 9/11 era veterans are organizing themselves and starting to constitute a real “political” and social lobby in our society. Also because there are wonderful individuals who are publishing books or making great films (think about the unexpected recognition of a feature film like The Hurt Locker, great documentaries like Restrepo, Poster Girl, Where Soldiers Come From, for example), that are, very slowly, exposing the general public to these issue. I still do not see a drastic change in the overall people’s attitude toward the issue, but I hope this will happen!

Christopher Kim & Vincent Emanuele, from the documentary "On the Bridge."

My interest in the subject might also be related to the fact that I am  European citizen (born and raised in France) who emigrated to the U.S. in 2005. While I was developing this project, I was also applying for United States citizenship. As a European, I belong to the first generation who never got drafted in a war since the beginning of the 20th century. And what wars! WWI, WWII, decolonization (the Algerian war specifically…)… all conflicts that had a devastating and profound impact on everyone’s lives, including in my own family. (*In introducing the film, Olivier mentioned his grandfather, who became an alcoholic after his war service and died of a heart attack when Olivier was a boy.) So making On the Bridge was also a very personal journey.

2) How did you first become interested in film, and what is your “official” title at Notre Dame?

I have worked as a radio, print and TV journalist in Europe for almost 20 years (I started when I was just 18…). While I had collaborated on many TV documentaries, I never had directed one before On the Bridge, which is  feature-length.

At the University of Notre Dame I teach as a lecturer and also work for the Doctoral program in Literature. This is a great institution and the level of support and enthusiasm that I encountered at “N.D.” while doing this, is just fantastic: from colleagues and students, from employees, from all different horizons! Notre Dame has a very convincing way to cross boundaries and take advantage of the “trans-disciplinary” dimensions of such a work: from film studies (Film Television and Theater) to sociology, from literature (Romance Languages and Literatures) to “peace building” (Notre Dame has a powerful Kroc Institute for International Peace Studies, http://kroc.nd.edu/aboutus).

In this very dynamic context, most of my recent classes and research focuses on this question: why is trauma such a significant source for creation and writing today, while at the same time trauma is also what leaves us speechless, without words? I faced this question in my doctoral dissertation, which investigates the impact of the Holocaust on contemporary writers from outside Germany (People who live in Berlin, the epicenter of the Holocaust, and who are dealing with multiple religious identities, Jewish, Muslim, Christian and nationalities, Russian, Hungarian, Turkish, etc.) I am also dealing with this in the film, while showing veterans who are carrying the burden of the War in their souls, while writing, composing music, speaking out, building bridges between soldiers and civilians, Americans and Iraqis…

3) We talked a bit about your country of origin. Do you have any insight into how the people(s) of Europe (including France) view the U.S. involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan at this time?

It is very dangerous to generalize. Historians, sociologists, among others, are already investigating this very carefully. Without misrepresenting things here, one can say that in most European countries, including those who joined the coalition which invaded Iraq in 2003, a vast majority of the population was, to say the least, very suspicious about the reasons to go off to war against Iraq, and more specifically, I think there were not many European citizens who believed in the official version(s) provided by the U.S. administration: the existence of WMDs, for example, but more importantly, the fact that Iraq had anything at all to do with the 9/11 attacks, etc.

You probably remember that, on the contrary, a majority of the U.S. population trusted those versions, while there were huge demonstrations against the invasion of Iraq all across Europe. This is not saying, though, that the European people “liked” the Saddam Hussein regime or “hated” America and “supported the terrorists” against the U.S. On the contrary! But Europeans (to just mention the place where I was born and raised) were very cautious and had bad memories of the previous invasions of Iraq! It might sound very far from us today, but for the reasons I already explained, WWI has affected every family in Europe (including mine), and there are still many families in the United Kingdom or France, who remember that their grandfathers or great-grandfathers fought and died in the Middle East, and… in Iraq for example, in…1917, 1918 and that Europeans were militarily involved in those regions during the Second World War, not to mention the wars of decolonization. Of course most of the world leaders who were in favor of the invasion, never put this history up in the front, but the citizens are not as stupid and amnesiac as is often claimed.

Witnessing and facing these misunderstandings made this time (2002-2003) a very painful moment for me. And even with the turnabout of the U.S. attitude towards the war in Iraq, things still have not been processed, and this tension still has bad consequences on the very complex and passionate U.S./France relationship, to just mention an emblematic case of the love-hate fascination that the world (and not only Europe) has for the U.S.

Now, I am only focusing on Iraq in my response. The case of the war in Afghanistan is slightly different in many ways, and it would take me a long time and too much space here to explain why. You probably know that the French are involved in Afghanistan, and that, by the way, more French soldiers died in Afghanistan this year than ever since the beginning of the war ten years ago.

4) I worked with head injury patients at a Sylvan Learning Center I owned for close to 20 years. Your film is about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, another serious mental condition. What do you think is going to happen to all these returning damaged young men and women? More of them were “saved” in these conflicts than in any other previous wars, but saved in what fashion? Do you think the U.S. is equipped to deal with such serious mental disorders as these, and, if not, what would you as an educator and a human being like to see done to help these injured soldiers that isn’t being done?

In his second address, President Abraham Lincoln said that the Nation had to “care for him who has borne the battle and for his woman and orphan.” Unfortunately, instead, the Veterans’ Administration is far from living up this motto.

I am not an expert in PTSD or war-related trauma from a medical perspective. I am not the most competent person either when it comes to analyzing and commenting on the way the health care system has dealt with the enormous influx of traumatized veterans since 9/11. So all the things I might express here relate to the many books and articles I read on the subject, as well as many conversations with care providers, therapists (my dear friend Hans Buwalda, who was a consultant on the film, or Dr. Judith Broder who created the Soldier’s Project), and of course the dozens, if not hundreds of veterans with whom I have spent a lot of time in different parts of the U.S. (West Coast, Midwest and East-Coast) during the past two-three years.

That said, to my stupefaction, my empirical study was confirmed by a few other sources like great books I read. There is  massive agreement in the veterans’ community about the fact there is a shameful lack of preparation and adequacy of the system. The lack of preparation has a strong impact on the epidemic of suicides by soldiers/veterans in the U.S.

This was not only a lack of anticipation, but, I think, also a political choice. Shortly before the beginning of the invasion of Iraq, on February 3, 2003, Defense Secretary Rumsfeld told the soldiers in Italy that the war “could last six days, six weeks. I doubt six months.” (*On the 10th anniversary of the war, on-air commentator Wolf Blitzer marveled somewhat disingenuously that no one thought the war would last ten years when it began. This may be true for Wolf Blitzer, but some of us who were protesting it as it started felt otherwise.) This is also in 2003, in January, that the Veterans Administration announced that a cost-cutting move would start turning away middle-income veterans who applied for medical benefits. As a result, in 2007, a team of researchers from Harvard found that 1.8 million veterans lacked of health insurance. This is just an example taken among the many cuts that were operated in the VA’s budget in this period[2]. For me, this was extremely difficult to comprehend and I think that it is also the case for the vast majority of our fellow Americans who are aware of the sacrifice that the soldiers of this Nation are making, as well as their relatives, friends, communities.

 

Now if we consider that there is a whole generation of veterans who are going on multiple deployments (up to 9 now!) it is very easy to understand why this epidemic of war-related psychological trauma, suicide, etc., is unprecedented… Like you say, it might also reflect on the specificity of those wars. I have seen the devastating effects of that situation all the vets I met! For the majority of them, being just able to survive the VA’s hurdles, and bureaucracy, the delays, the complexity of putting together the required elements to make your case plausible, is a huge struggle, that is even worsened by the fact that the veterans are asked to repeat “their story”, to explain their “problems” over and over, with all the consequences that one can imagine: the system is set up in such a way, that it is re-traumatizing them…

 

As far as I see it today, I think that this Nation is still very far from recognizing and treating its veterans decently. So as an filmmaker and educator (to answer your highly pertinent question), I am doing what everyone should be doing: not accept the disastrous situation of our veterans as a fatality. Things are going to change, not only when veterans organize themselves (and they are doing it beautifully!), but also, when the “civilian” population takes its responsibilities.

 

5) When you were filming, you mentioned the warm welcome of Chicago residents, and I know you became close with these returning veterans. Have you “lost” any friends from these groups? In other words, have there been any instances of some of the veterans whom you interviewed saying, “I can’t handle this” and, in an extreme case, committing suicide? Conversely, have you seen any signs of recovery in any individuals you, specifically, became acquainted with?

 

Lisa Zepeda, veteran and Chicago police officer, and Director Olivier Morel.

These friendships that we have built over the course of the past three years with veterans, are among the most inspiring, powerful and beautiful things that happened in my life. And I want to name them, they are my heroes: Wendy Barranco, Lisa Zepeda, David Brooks, Vinny Emanuele, Ryan Endicott, Jason Moon, Chris Arendt, Derek Giffin, Sergio Kochergin, but also my dear friends Jason Lemieux & Kevin Stendal, the veterans’ friends and relatives whom one should never forget when we talk about war-related psychological trauma: Eduardo Zepeda, Louis and Sylvia Casillas, Cecelia Hoffman, Paulina Brooks, Alejandro Villatoro, Aaron Hughes, Pete Sullivan, Hans Buwalda, Nikki Munguia, Sarah Dolens-Moon, Dylan Moon, Molly M. Taylor and of course the parents of Jeffrey M. Lucey, Joyce and Kevin, and his sister Debbie, who are playing a crucial role in the film.

 

The reason why I am mentioning these names is because when you ask about how the vets could “handle this” one can never forget the great men and women who are behind them: this is not an individual who is being deployed and then comes back to civilian life. For the reasons I mentioned earlier—the lack of institutional care, notably—the first in line who “cares” for the veteran is a husband, a wife, their children, a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, their friends, their neighbors, the overall society… They are the one who are, at first, exposed to the consequences of the war on a soldier’s soul. And when most of these exposures to the soldier’s tormented souls, occur in private, when the first “symptoms” or “crisis” erupt in the middle of the night, or during the Thanksgiving meal, or… on the 4th of July (you know why… the explosions…), I deeply think that it is not a fully “private” thing, on the contrary! We are all involved, concerned, and this is why I have put these animated “pictures” of mute, immobile veterans, watching straight in the lens of the camera, head on, at the end of the film: to give the viewers the idea that this is not a film that they are watching, that this is not for entertainment, but rather, that this story regards them, that the vets are watching them at the end, asking them questions. I know it might sound like an easy and convoluted affirmation, but I wanted to make a film that watches us, us the society, instead of a film that we watch in the classical sense of the term.

 

Director Olivier Morel surrounded by veterans, advisors and friends, after the October 8, 2011, screening of "On the Bridge" at the Chicago Film Festival.

In this context, filming those veterans would never have been possible without a long, very careful and dynamic preparation. I did not show up one day with a crew, putting a huge HD camera and lights in their faces to ask them to talk about the most disturbing moments of their lives! I worked hard on trying to find veterans who would be willing to talk about their “stories” but also at the same time, to try to avoid, as much as possible, the potentially strong undesired side-effects of the exposure to their combat-stress that would logically occur as a consequence of the filming, the interviews etc. I was very fortunate to have the support, and tremendous help, of wonderful professionals, like Hans (Johanna) Buwalda who is a therapist who does an amazing job (http://storiesandart.com/), working in Chicago with veterans, fighting for their rights, helping them readjust, and find their way through the complex and discouraging VA system, among many things. It has been the most challenging and extremely stressful thing that I had to handle during the making of this film: I really wanted to do it to address the issue of “PTSD”, but to do so, to share the difficult aspects of the daily life of a traumatized veteran “at home,” I had to put my protagonists in difficult and challenging situations and I did it in full awareness of what could happen. It is still a source of astonishment to me, that they all gave 200% in the project, from the very beginning, and this is not “my” film, in a certain sense, or a film about “them”, but our film, a film about us (in many sense of the term). In other words (and I do not want to say much about that), I also gave a lot of myself in this work.

 

I really admire the courage that they had, and their relatives and friends, to testify without filter, straight, head on! I could not begin to tell you all the amazing stories behind the film (this would be another film), but for example, this fascinating singer, Jason Moon (http://www.jasonmoon.org/fr_home.cfm): we filmed him in March. Around the middle of July, I received a long email from him. He had not contacted me in a long time, and I did not want to bother him… so I was awaiting a sign from him in great anxiety, furthermore, I was already in the stressful editing room, surrounded with colleagues who were just in tears anytime they had a chance to watch the images of the recordings of his beautiful and moving songs, of his interviews… If you watch the film, you will know that Jason is, was, has been extremely disturbed after is deployment to Iraq, to a point that was debilitating. After he came back, he went through all kinds of phases, from the happiness of being back home, to… hell. The only thing that he could still do from time to time, was take his guitar, write songs, but even that, he could no longer do it after a few months. During this period, he wrote the most powerful, violent, sad and haunting songs I have heard in my life… (Jason had written a few songs upon his return from Iraq, in which he described the different phases of his PTSD, but was unable to “touch” those, because of the overwhelming emotional charge that was associated to those songs…). Now, as said, I get this email in July: Jason explained that it had taken him eight long weeks to “recover” from the filming session (March), that he was starting to feel “better” and that he came out of the post-filming depression, while wanting to finish writing his songs, and that new songs were pouring out of his soul, that he wanted to record an album. While reading this email in the Parisian heat in the middle of our editing room, I was going through all the possible states of mind that are humanly imaginable: anxiety, fear, devastation, but also elation, happiness, joy. Not only had Jason been profoundly affected by our filming session, and had been put at risk, but also, had he been able to beautifully overcome, and come back stronger than he ever was since he had deployed! I was so impressed and proud him… of us! Today Jason is performing every week, he has been invited to perform in all kinds of contexts, including at Walter Reed… And I could mention similar stories of veterans who are today doing much better than when we first met three-four years ago. Not that the film has always necessarily played a role, but I think that it was the case for many of them: the sensation that they would touch other people’s minds, was indeed, very rewarding from them.

 

That’s why I also deeply hope that this film will reach people out, that we seeing the very beginning of its career. And this is not a selfish affirmation, as you see. This is our contribution, and we want to change things here. It’s urgent.

 

 

 

 

Chicago! Yes! After many years in the U.S., for reasons that I still cannot fully explain, Chicago remains as my favorite, always close to my heart! By far! And this is not only, for the obvious reasons, due to the beauty of this city, the mysterious presence (especially for an European) of this gigantic Lake, the splendor of its downtown… this is also that in my experience of the city, I have found a level of understanding and support in Chicago. For example, we have had the privilege to film Lisa Zepeda at her workplace, with the Chicago Police. Many people told me that it would be fairly difficult to obtain authorizations, to be able to film Lisa in uniform, etc. We had to work a bit on it, but as soon as they learned about my project, and how I was planning on working, they were not only very welcoming, but even preceded all of my expectations. For example, I have had the privilege to interview Lieutenant Jeffry Murphy, who is in charge of a very original program, the Crisis Intervention Team (http://www.nami.org/Template.cfm?Section=CIT&Template=/ContentManagement/ContentDisplay.cfm&ContentID=94839), a group that is trying to train people in the Police on how to handle potentially traumatized veterans in their daily work, interventions etc. This, as far as I know, is a pilot program, that is rather unique that it is precisely going in the direction that I am pointing in my work here: the fact that our society has to prepare itself for all the challenges that are occurring when the soldiers, the warriors are coming back. And this is not a discovery: unfortunately, many people do not realize that we are only seeing the beginning of the epidemic (of PTSD or war-related psychological trauma) at the very beginning of the process, it will take a long, a considerable and constant effort…

 

Olivier Morel, Director

South Bend, Indiana, October 7, 2011



[1] There are several good books about this vast subject. One of the most convincing and well informed is Aaron Glantz’s The War Comes Home, “Washington’s battle against American veterans”, University of California Berkeley Press, 2009.

[2] Again, read Aaron Glantz’s book in which he details all those cuts and the political justification that motivated them… op. cit., chapter 10, p. 118.

Steve Jobs’ Quotes for Life and Living It

An article created of Steve Jobs’ quotes, mostly taken from a speech to the graduating class at Stanford, crossed my desk and I want to share some of them with you.

These from the departing Chairman of Apple, who is battling cancer, as he has been for some time:

1)      “About finding work:  Don’t settle. Find work you love.”

2)      “Almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—these things just fall away in the fact of death, leaving only what is truly important.”

3)      “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.”

4)      “Apple’s goal isn’t to make money. Our goal is to design and develop and bring to market good products…We trust as a consequence of that, people will like them, and, as another consequence, we’ll make some money. But we’re really clear about what our goals are.”

5)      (1984, on the release of the Macintosh computer):  “We’re gambling on our vision, and we would rather do that than make ‘me too’ products.  Let some other companies do that.  For us, it’s always the next dream.”

6)      (On being fired by Apple)  “It was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.  The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything.  It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life…It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it.  Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick.  Don’t lose faith.”

7)      “Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me…Going to bed at night saying ‘We’ve done something wonderful. That’s what matters to me.’”

8)      “I want to put a ding in the Universe.”

9)      ““Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

“We don’t get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent…Because this is our life. Life is brief, and then you die, you know?”

Spider Monkey Alert!

A close girlfriend, just returned from a 3 month visit to France, explained how her basic sense of honesty caused her to declare that she did, in fact, have a “food item” in her luggage at customs in Minneapolis. The food item in question was a sealed can of pate someone had given her as a parting gift.

She was ushered into a large room with various peoples who also had “food items” and got to watch surly customs agents launching various fruits and vegetables at bins along the wall for hours. Add to that the delights of experiencing a drug-sniffing dog! After the first “food room,” there was (apparently) a second food room and, well, the connecting flight didn’t allow for hours spent watching surly customs inspectors launch miscellaneous fruits at garbage bins.

When it finally came time for her to “declare” the precise food item she had, the customs agent just grunted and passed her on through…too late to make a connecting flight to Des Moines, I think.

Reminds me of the time we were asked, when re-entering the country from Cancun, if we had had any contact with “livestock” and I truthfully piped up, “What about the spider monkeys that climbed all over us at Coba?”  Despite my husband’s best attempts to muzzle me, much merriment ensued. These are the sorts of adventures I relate in “Laughing through Life” because, really, you have to laugh or else you’d cry.

Cancun Redux, 2011

Now that I’m back in Chicago in 50-degree weather (and have been since Easter Saturday), here are a few shots of Chichen Itza. Chichen Itza translates to “the mouth of the well of the people of Itza.” The Mayans used to throw their human sacrifices down one well (cenote) and drink from the other. The trip to Chichen Itza is one we made many years ago, when they still let you climb the pyramid.

 

Mayan Observatory at Chichen Itza.

If you’ve seen the movie “Against All Odds,” you may be familiar with some of these sights of one of the 7 Wonders (new) of the World.

 

 

 

 

Is this meant to represent a lizard or Quetzalcoatl?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The moon, at times, in Mexico, was bright red. This is a beautiful shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A picture of the moon during the now defunct Venetian Boat Night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now there's somethin' you don't see ever' day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday,April 15, 2011: Cancun’s Royal Islander

Pancho & Willie's on Friday, April 15, 2011.

Cancun, Mexico, Royal Islander Resort:  We’ve moved down the street now, to the 9th floor penthouse digs at the Royal Islander Resort.  I’m sitting outside enjoying a balmy, slightly windy day, as groceries are being purchased from the downstairs store. We brought at least 7 bags of groceries with us. While we were assured

Two-year-olds need to be entertained during dinners out.

that we could “trade” from the Islander to the Sands, there would be the normal “trading” fee, which was something like $159. For $159, I’ll pack my groceries and move, which we did.

 The daughter and her friend Emmie Futrell went out clubbing (Daddy-O’s has a revolving dance floor, they reported, and it looked as though some of the sweet young things tottering around on it might fall off at any moment) and did not get home till 2:30 a.m. Still, they had to leave for the airport at 12:30 p.m., while we had to pack up all of our clothing and sundries, which included about 13 bags of groceries from our unit and that of the son and daughter-in-law, who were sharing with their good friends. (That unit had 4 children under the age of 5 inside and one of them got sick and threw up in bed during the night).

 We stayed up to watch David Letterman, but, realizing that we’d have to pack early to move, we were not up late. The 23-year-olds in residence at our unit had no such qualms. We took the girls to lunch at LaVeranda restaurant and the Cobb salad was delicious. The Nandas, with children Olivia (the sick one) and Kira were at the next table and they left just ahead of the girls for the trip back home to Chicago, where we heard the temperature was 40 degrees.

Achilles the Iguana will pose with you,,,for a fee.

 

 I am one of the few who has an actual trench coat with her, for  

Scott, Mom and Stacey,

the return. Satch was going to wear shorts. The troops leaving are brown and we had all eaten at Pancho & Willy’s last night, which was a last-minute substitute for the Rainforest Café. Son Scott had asked the taxi folk if the Rainforest Café was still in business and received a positive response. When we got there, wending our way through a display of a tiny lion cub on a leash (name: Kira) whose owner jealously guarded any picture taking that didn’t involve a fee, we learned that the restaurant went out of business 7 months ago. (So much for that idea!)

Pancho & Willy’s was right there (as was the Club known as Coco Bongo). We posed for some silly photographs (included here) and then entered the chaos that is Pancho and Willy’s. A person who looked like he had made up his face to resemble a

Achilles the Iguana and Ava from Scotland enjoy the sun,

vampire blew up balloons for the children, but one of the foursome kept chewing on her balloons and they kept breaking and hurting her. She had not had a nap and spent a lot of time crying about the broken balloons.

 The twins (especially Ava) seemed smitten with the balloon animals they received and, although Ava is not fond of loud noises, they hung in there pretty well for quite a long time, as they did have naps. I ordered whatever I thought would hurt my inflamed mouth the least. All this salsa and “hot” food is not good for Yours Truly. Therefore, I had a chicken dish that involved stuffing a chicken breast with cheese of one sort and putting more cheese (Parmesan, I think) over the top. It was okay. Drinks were served in huge glasses that were very tall and tippy. Stacey’s leaked and soaked the table area in front of her. She also was issued a bib for her fish tacos, as was her father with his chicken tacos.

 Following the extremely loud and noisy meal (and the random picture-taking seen here), we went back to the bus stop. To take the bus downtown costs 8 and ½ pesos, per person. That means that 12 of us could take the bus for 102 pesos, which is less than $10. A cab driver, seeing just Scott at the bus stop, tried to suggest that he could take all of us for the same price as the bus. When he learned that we had twelve people, it quickly became apparent that his plan was unworkable.

Ava really liked the bus. All the way downtown she kept putting her head out the window, like a dog, and saying, “Wow!” Elise seemed to like the bus as well.

When most of us (10 out of 12) returned to the Royal Sands (last week’s haven), the 2 girls went off on a club-hopping adventure. It seems slightly more dangerous in the downtown areas of the city (especially if you do not speak Spanish), but it still seems safe in Cancun. I would not want to send my young adults off by themselves, whether they were male or female (but especially if they were female), after events like the slaying of the young girl in Aruba, and my last words were,” Don’t let anyone put roofies in your drinks.” This may have seemed like a joke; it wasn’t. I am happy to report that both girls displayed enough common sense to have a good time making the rounds and return safely to the Sands. 

As we waited for the bus to come to pick the girls up to take them to the airport for their flight back to Nashville, Emmie said that her boyfriend’s parents have a place at the Moon Palace, and we talked about where that was, in relation to our location. The Moon Palace, which I have heard is very nice, has “floating” weeks. In other words, you don’t have one particular week that is reserved for you. We have “fixed” weeks, but it is possible to trade your week…for a $159 fee.

 Satch and Scott listened to our long-time favorite, Richard (Ricardo) “pitch” them on a penthouse unit at the Sands that went on the market for $14,000. The normal going rate for a penthouse unit, said Richard, had been $47,000. This was a “distress” sale. He didn’t know what the “distress” was (divorce? Ill health? Someone lost his or her job?) but he predicted it would not remain in the system long. The next closest, in terms of a good deal, was every-other-week, which would cost you $16,000 for a non-penthouse unit.
The boys were interested in (maybe) splitting the cost of a unit, but the economic times do not suggest that this is the wisest course of action, just now. They refrained from any purchases and agreed to consider for the future whether any such investment was in their future.
We learned that we first bought in 1997. We had been coming for 3 years prior, which would be 1994, when Stacey was 7 years old. Our first 2 years, we stayed in 2 connecting suites at the Fiesta Americana Condessa. The third year, when Stacey was 10 years old, we brought friend Lisa Lage with us. (That year we flew out of St. Louis and had a horrible time, as we did not have notarized paperwork from Lisa’s parents with us, which caused us to almost have to stay in Texas to rectify the situation.) We bought at the Islander when Stacey was 11, and we have been coming to the Islander and the Sands (one week in each place) ever since.

 Our time at the Royal Islander, where we are on the 9th floor in the penthouse (and where I am typing this now) will expire when we are 77 years old. Our time at the Royal Sands will expire when we are 105. Or, in all probability, we will expire before our time does.

April 12, 2011: From Mexico (Xcaret, Tulum)

Tuesday, April 12, 2011, Cancun, Mexico:

Stacey (Wilson) and Emmie (Futrell) visiting Tulum, Mexico.

The girls (Emmie and Stacey) took an all-day excursion to Xelha today, which saw them also visiting the ruins at Tulum. Most of the pictures below are of the ruins at Tulum, which has a breathtaking view of the ocean and a beach far below.
The girls seemed to really enjoy Xelha, where, they said, a bicycle could be used to move from place to place and visitors could wander off on paths alone, rather than having to move as part of a group tour.

Beach at Tulum, Mexico.

What follows are the pictures that Emmie Futrell shot, mostly in Tulum, Mexico.

Tulum, Mexico ruins.

Tulum: tropical birds.

Ruins at Tulum, Mexico.

Cancun, Sunday, April 10: First Full Day

Ava enjoys the pool at the Royal Sands in Cancun, Mexico, on April 10, 2011.

We’re here in Cancun, our first full day.

The pools and beaches are much less crowded than normal during “spring break” but this could be because “spring break” is over. Or, it could be that people are not traveling to Mexico, due to all the bad publicity. Or it could be because they’ve jacked the price(s) up on things like a massage (formerly $75, now, for three of us $297. (Yikes!). I got him to throw in a pass to the exercise/spa/hot tub room ($50 for the week) and one of our party is responsible for 1/3 of that amount. So, if you deduct the $50, I guess the expense (which is a birthday gift to daughter-in-law Jessica) is the same as last year’s amount, but everything seems more expensive.

Stacey and Scott poolside in Cancun at the Royal Sands on April 10, 2011.

We have two units in play: one is our “normal” 1st floor digs, with the 23-year-old daughter (Stacey) and her friend Emmie Futrell in residence in the second bedroom with its own bathroom. I love my 2-year-old granddaughters, but it is nice that the people in this unit actually sleep slightly later.

Two-year-old Elise Wilson enjoys the water in the baby pool at the Royal Sands.

Today was the “Welcome Party,” which means free drinks (rum and cokes). I am so over the hoopla of throwing water balloons at one another and refuse to take part, as I have done for the past 10 years or so. The daughter and her father gamely took part, but the winner…believe it or not…was Elise, age 2, who somehow ended up with the only intact water balloon and “won” a bag from the establishment, which is handy for taking things to the beach. I thought ahead and had the spouse pack the “Chicago” bag I bought at the airport last year on our way here. It makes a perfect beach bag, and he said it wasn’t too difficult to get in on the bottom of his luggage.

Just off the lobby, this is the view from the Royal Sands.

The trip here was uneventful. We even had an empty seat between us in the set of 3 on American Airlines, which is unusual. Is this, too, a sign of the economic times?

 

There was a woman sitting in my aisle seat when we first reached our row, and she seemed very put out to be asked to take her own seat, which turned out to be in the middle. She spent most of her time prior to take-off sulking and turned on her laptop computer and began watching some cartoon or movie that featured dogs barking loudly. Since she had not brought headphones, it appeared that I would have to listen to her dog cartoon for the entire trip, but I was intent on ignoring her obvious pique at being asked to sit in her own assigned seat.

Heaven, thy name is Cancun's beach.

At that point, she summoned the stewardess and began some long involved tale about her husband’s pulled hamstring muscle and how he HAD to be sitting on an aisle. This was odd, because he was never seated on the aisle. He was seated against the exterior of the plane and SHE was seated on the aisle, the seat that was mine, which she really did not want to give up.

April 10, 2011 in Cancun, Mexico (Royal Sands Resort).

The stewardess kindly offered them places behind us so that her husband could have an aisle seat…, which was obviously not the issue, despite the woman’s clever oh-so-sweet explanations to the stewardess.

After their first move, next thing I heard was that they were moving AGAIN.

The first part of the trip was extremely bumpy. Even the stewardesses were told not to get out of their seats. There were storm systems and they buffeted us until we cleared Memphis, which did not seem like that long a time. One small child on the right side of the plane (age approximately 3) knew and shouted only 1 word for the entire trip. “NO!” There was a baby approximately six months old in that aisle, as well. The baby cried upon take-off, but was pretty well behaved, overall.

We arrived at our “home away from home” fairly early (noon) and learned that the shuttle prices from the airport have escalated from $12 per person to $16 per person. You must walk through the airport and outside near the front entrance of the airport to book a shuttle at the information desk. You must not be led astray by the many Time Share sales people standing there ready to pull you aside and book you into a Time Share “pitch.” As owners of 2 time-shares since 1995 or so, with a history of visiting for 3 years before buying (Fiesta Americana Condessa for 2 years and 1 year renting at the Royal Mayan), we know the drill.

 

This year, our time-share, the Royal Sands, has improved many things. The stove and microwave in our kitchen are new. All villas have wireless. New 32” flat screens have been installed in 3 places inside the units (2 bedrooms and the living room area).

We visited the store within the resort immediately and bought the basics. The “basics” this year cost $300 U.S. dollars. This seemed high, but we were expecting all 10 other members of the family fest to arrive at our unit and expect snacks and drinks. It’s always nice to be warmly greeted with hospitality.  We will be here for 2 weeks, so we will definitely use the eggs, bread, margarine, pop, etc.

After the purchase of the groceries, the husband said, “If I have even one beer, I think I’ll fall asleep.” We had to get up at 5 a.m. in order to make our 8 a.m. flight.

As soon as the groceries (pushed to our first floor unit in borrowed grocery carts) were put away, my husband announced that he wanted to go sit outside by the pool. He had already unpacked his clothes. I had not, so I stayed in the room and unpacked my suitcase. At some point, I decided to just lie down for a few minutes.
An hour later when my daughter and her friend arrived from Nashville, I heard discussions about whether to wake me up. I immediately joined the group.

Soon, the 2 family groups with the young children arrived and now the party is in full swing. More on the rest of the week (today is Sunday), as it progresses.

One bit of good news: “Ricardo” (i.e., Richard), the one continuing presence in our close to 20 years of visiting Cancun, has returned to the Royal Resorts fold and we will see him for either lunch or breakfast on Thursday. Today was the Welcome Party. Tomorrow is the traditional Taco Party.

We spent the night watching “The Celebrity Apprentice” on TV from a Florida station. Gary Busey is obviously nuts. Very entertaining, but obviously a liability for the Men’s Team. Mark McGrath was very articulate and got kicked off. I think Donald Trump is doing all this “I’m running for President stuff” to get publicity for his show, among other pursuits.

 

Viva, Cancun!

Cancun, Mexico: April 9, 2011

After getting up at 5 a.m. to make the 8 a.m. flight to Mexico, we are now here. (No pictures yet, but soon).

In checking m Internet mail, I received a request that I apologize for an “over-the-top” comment made to a person in charge of a judging committee for the Bram Stoker awards. I had volunteered (I thought to help this person out) a long time ago. ) I recently received a notice asking me to ‘sit tight.” Then, I received a list of people who will be “judging.” I am not among those who will be judging, which is “ok.”

I wrote back and asked why, in Heaven’s name, I was asked to “sit tight.” Was this a process not unlike a pretty girl getting multiple offers for date night? The pretty girl in question would “pick and choose” when she knew who was going to apply? That was not my impression, originally. I understaood that the organization was short on true blue volunteers, and, since I am semi-retired, I thought I would offer. Bad decision, apparently.

I was pronounced “over the top” for asking what happened (???) and told to apologize. I sent a Universal Apology to the  Universe. This entire scenario is getting ridiculous. Sucking up 101. I am too old for sucking up 101. I do “play nice in the sandbox” but, “Sheesh.”

At this point, as we just arrived in sunny Mexico and the weather is vastly improved over Chicago, I am in fine fettle and good spirits. I will apologize to anyone who will pay the price. I will not, however, suck up to people insincerely, because I do it really poorly. I am sincere, and, when it is merited, I do it well, but insincere sucking up is not my stock in trade.

My two-year-old granddaughters arrived. Must go eat.

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