Mom and the Beatles

Mom seeing the Beatles

My mom loved music. She kept the radio tuned to the oldies station my entire childhood, which has lead to me having a taste for Doo-wop and 50's music.

She especially liked the Beatles, which makes sense given when she grew up and the fact that almost everyone likes the Beatles.

When my mom was a teenager the Beatles had arrived in New York for the first time. Mom, being a teenager, snuck out of the house and went to the Plaza Hotel in hopes of getting a glimpse of the Beatles.

Her parents were none the wiser to her city adventure until, that is, her father opened the next morning's Daily News to find the above picture featuring my mom (she's the tallest girl in the picture) behind a pack of girls "bending" the police lines.

Busted!

And thanks to the power of the internet I know this picture was taken on Feb. 12, 1964 by Frank Castoral. You can even order a print of it!


Mom

Mom is suspicious

My mom died today.

I made my mom put those antlers onAs it so often is with parents, it was both surprising and expected. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer 9 months ago, and we all knew what the end result would be. We just didn't know we'd only have 9 months.

Cancer isn't kind, and it really did a number on my mom. Her first round of chemo was easy (as easy as chemo ever is) and we were all hopeful that, against all odds, she would be able to treat her cancer like a chronic illness and live for a few years.

The chemo got rougher. She got very dizzy, and fell. Twice. The first time she walked away with a couple of staples in her head (she wasn't too enamored with the nurse who removed the staples, but that's another story).

The second time she fractured her pelvis (and was certain she had only pulled a muscle in her leg, so I had to sleep over at her place that night and lift her up when she needed to use the bathroom. In the morning, when she still couldn't stand, I made her go to the emergency room. Have I mentioned my mother was stubborn? Good thing I'm not!) and had to spend several weeks in the hospital and then a could more in physical rehab.

Oh, and while she was in rehab she had another round of chemo. Fun!

Mom

She did amazingly well, and after all that rehab she was able to walk, though I would have preferred her to use her walker a little more often. Off we went to visit family on Long Island for Thanksgiving. Surely, she could just enjoy this short trip and spend time with her family, right?

Turns out, not only did she have cancer but she had reduced blood flow to her bowels for some reason and needed a risky emergency surgery.

That surgery left her in 2 different hospitals for months, followed by another month in rehab.

Once again, she did a great job and was up and moving (though using the walker this time around).

Throughout all of this she was getting frailer, though in my mind she was still the big in your face person she was during my childhood (and adulthood). It was always shocking when nurses or doctors would say, "Your mother is so sweet!" I love my mom, but I would have never called her sweet (though she was very sweet to the nurses and doctors!).

As my mental image of my mother and reality drifted further apart it dawned on me that she didn't have that long to live.

When we found out that her cancer was at the point at which the treating it would do more harm than good she was adamant about one thing: she didn't want to stay in a hospital or go to a nursing home.

Just last week she opted to do hospice at home, and I do believe that was the right choice for her. She didn't have much energy but she did have her privacy and wasn't kept up by all that "fucking beeping," as she would say, from the medical equipment.

Yesterday, she was very weak and couldn't even stand up. I knew it was serious when she didn't resist the idea of going into the inpatient hospice unit.

We got a call at 9am this morning that she was unresponsive. We headed over to see her, and found that she had died moments before we arrived.

I'm sad, but glad that she doesn't have to keep on suffering through all that cancer brought.

Also, I'm glad she isn't around to yell at me for posting this. She'd totally not approve of this, especially the pictures. Sorry, mom!


Rob Liefeld seems like an ass

SavageDragon 01 1In my youth I was big into comics. Around that time Image was formed, and Rob Liefeld was the name in comics. I wasn't a huge fan of his stuff, but I did read it. I also just read this NYT article about Deadpool, which Liefeld created:

Mr. Liefeld added: ‘I wrote the stories. Like Jim Lee and others, I worked with a scripter who helped facilitate. I chose Fabian, and he got the benefit of the Rob Liefeld lottery ticket. Those are good coattails to ride.’ Neither Mr. Nicieza nor his manager could be reached for comment.

Class act.


Oh, and my favorite image comic was Savage Dragon, which is still going on!

The image with this post is the cover of the first Savage Dragon which I am sure I bought at the Dragon's Den on Central Avenue.


I heart Amazon Music

I've given up on using Apple's large scale web services long ago (this includes, but is not limited to, iCards, iCloud, and Apple Music). I get most of what I need in these areas from Amazon.

Looks like Apple managed to get international man of misery (I kid, I kid) Joe Steel to take a look at Amazon Music, and he likes it!:

Sour Note:

Amazon Music is like, ‘Hey bro, you probably just want to listen to music. The lyrics are pretty sweet, so I’ll leave them here if you want those too, bro.’ and I’m all like, ‘Oh wow, I didn’t know it could be like this.’ and Amazon Music is all, ‘Totes.’

X-Ray lyrics are pretty cool on the app and even more fun on the FireTV.


Seems like a small thing, but at $325 a meal you're paying for it

I've wanted to go to Per Se ever since I worked next to building which it is in, but it looks like it isn't what it used to be:


Wine glasses sat empty through entire courses. Once, the table was set for dessert so haphazardly that my spoon ended up next to my water glass instead of my plate.

Marisa knows I don't mind paying for good service, but I get very upset when I'm paying for great service and I get OK service. I can get that kind of service much cheaper!


My Favorite Books of 2015

2015 was a pretty rough year here at Blankbaby Manor which impacted my reading. I try to read at least 52 books a year, and I did't quite make it but I got close!

In 2015 I read 51 books (though if you follow me on Goodreads it appears as though I read 49 books. I read an omnibus edition of 3 novels in one, so I counted that as 3. Goodreads counts it as 1).

For some historical perspective, here's my book numbers since 2011:

2011: 46

2012: 53

2013: 73

2014: 58

Not my worst year, but very far from my best (I have no idea why I was able to read so much in 2013!).

I did read a number of very good books, and here are the ones I would recommend you read (note, these are Amazon affiliate links. You can probably find most of these books in your local library too, but then I don't get any money):

The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu

Ken Liu is a very talented short story writer (and translator), but I wasn't sure if that would translate into being a great novelist. Well, "The Grace of Kings" didn't disappoint me. I will admit that I'm fascinated by fantasty/scifi books which are roots in non-western traditions so if that isn't your thing this book isn't for you.

Having this book grounded in traditions that aren't familiar to me gave it an added level of otherworldliness (which mostly speaks to my lack of knowledge about eastern traditions).

This book features two men who overthrow an empire and then struggle with what to do with the results. There are mechanical sea monsters, airships and more. Plus it is all written with Ken Liu's lyrical prose.

Girl Waits with Gun by Amy Stewart

When I'm not reading science fiction or fantasy I'm usually reading a mystery and "Girl Waits with Gun" is a great one. I mean, it is kind of a mystery but mostly it is a retelling of a crazy true story.

The main characters are the Kopp sisters are unique believable characters who border on ridiculous but never stray past the line.

The novel starts with a carriage being sideswiped by a car and goes from there. Lots of fun, and an interesting snapshot of a particular time in American history when technology and society were at a tipping point.

A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab

I love the idea of parallel universes with select people being able to move between them, and that's at the center of this novel. There are several versions of London and the main character is one of a few how can travel back and forth.

People aren't supposed to bring things back and forth with them, but it happens with unforeseen circumstances. A great read, and quick too!

If superheroes are more your cup of tea check out Vicious by the same author. I liked it very much (though not as much as this one).

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

This was probably my favorite fantasy book that I read in 2015. Now, it isn't for everyone because it is pretty brutal. The ending isn't satisfying if you're hoping for a good ending, but Baru is a great character and I thought the world building was very well done.

It reminded me very much of K.J. Parker, and that's a big compliment!

Aurora by Kim Stanley Robinson

Aurora is fantastic, and I'm pretty sure it'll be nominated for the Hugo. A clever tale of a generation ship falling apart with an interesting conceit. You should read it. Plus, this time around the main character isn't totally awful (until 2312, which I liked but can see how others might not).

Luna: New Moon by Ian McDonald

I imagine somewhere the pitch for this book (which is soon to be a TV series) was something like, "Imagine the Game of Thrones only on the Mooooon!"

That gives you the flavor of the book, kind of, but undersells it. McDonald has been writing YA novels for a few years and I've read them. But I'm glad to have him back writing "adult fiction." This book is the start of a series and I look forward to reading the rest with great gusto.

Also, the opening scene of this book is just perfect.

The Foundation Trilogy by Isaac Asimov

Generally, I don't re-read things but I suggested we discuss The Foundation Trilogy on The Incomparable and other folks agreed (listen to the podcast).

I was a little worried that I wouldn't like the Foundation Trilogy anymore. I read it when I was in high school and it is pretty much responsible for my love of science fiction. Good news! I still love these three books, and if you haven't read them you should. Now. Go. Read them! Every library in the world probably has copies (not to mention used bookstores).


A world of technology, but I don't use email

Now, I'm no politics junkie, but I am a tech junkie. Here's a story about Philly's City elections chief planning to cash in on a pension plan.

People are upset because he never shows up at his office, or bothers to vote. That's not cool, but surely Clark can stay connected with a computer, smartphone, and an email account. Hmm, perhaps not so much the computer or email:

Clark said he does not use email and has no city-issued cellphone, but uses his personal phone to check in with his staff. He also reiterated his defense of working away from the office, saying, 'As an elected official, you get called to do different things. You're not just sitting at the desk. This is a world of technology; I'm always in communication.'


I guess he calls his office a lot? And talks to whoever in his office gets the emails that should be going to him but don't because he doesn't use email?

A world of technology, indeed.


Old Man McNulty

OldmanmcnultyRecently I've had two experiences that make me question my boyish good looks:

  1. My mom was in a physical rehab place for a few weeks in October, and so I would visit her fairly often. They served dinner there at about 5:30, which is when I would arrive if I visited right after work.

    Now, keep in mind that most of the patients there (i.e. all of them) were over 60 years old.

    This particular evening visit I was seated with my mom, and a few of her friends, in the dining room. It was me, my mom, a lady, and an older gentleman patient. The gentleman got tired of waiting and sort of walked off. One of the worker who was handing out the food came over to the table with a tray for the man. She looked at me and said, "Henry?" (the patient's name, though not really. Respect HIPAA, people).

    I assured her I wasn't the elderly gentleman in a wheelchair she had mistaken me for.

  2. I was headed to catch a Long Island Railroad train in Penn Station the other day. The track for the train I was getting was at the bottom of a long flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a woman, in her 50's, with 4 suitcases. As I was approaching two guys ahead of me offered to help her with one piece each. That left her with two pieces, so I offered to help her with one. She agreed and I grabbed a bag and carried it down.

    She met up with a group of her friends at the bottom of the stairs and started chatting with them. I boarded the train, and started to read my book.

    The woman, with her friends, boarded the same train car as me and sat down several rows ahead of me. The woman I helped started to talk about how amazed she was that strangers had helped her out. "Those two guys just came up and offered to help me with my bags! And then that old guy took the last one!

    It took me a second to realize I was the old guy in that story.