https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-58316842
RIP Charlie.
Stones were on a short list of bands I had decided pre-COVID I would pay whatever ridiculous ticket price to see live at the next opportunity so this one really hurts.
He was phenomenal as the coolest badass in The Wire, and stole every scene he was in. Rest in peace, Michael.Michael K Williams passed. Getting to read about him and his other roles and the type of person he was. I finished Boardwalk Empire a few weeks ago and he was absolutely fantastic as Chaulky White. Now I’m learning he was also fantastic in The Wire which I have not seen. I’ll have to give that series a go.
Michael K Williams passed. Getting to read about him and his other roles and the type of person he was. I finished Boardwalk Empire a few weeks ago and he was absolutely fantastic as Chaulky White. Now I’m learning he was also fantastic in The Wire which I have not seen. I’ll have to give that series a go.
In a way, she was the most quintessentially Sacramentan of us all. Maybe it’s because I’ve been away from here for eight years but there’s probably nothing more Sacramentan than wanting to escape it but Sacramento never quite escaping you.Joan Didion made a long, lucrative literary career out of being rather obsessed contrarian. She disliked Sacramento, no she liked Sacramento - well, sometimes. In the graceful, touching film Lady Bird, it opens with 1979 Didion quote. "Anybody who talks about California hedonism has never spent a Christmas in Sacramento." Yet, over the decades Dideon wrote about subjects from all across California, across the globe but very rarely said anything about her hometown, except wanting to leave it behind. Maybe she knew it too well and tactfully concluded, if can't say anything good, say nothing at all.
RIP to a Sactown Legend (who largely denied being from here)
Joan Didion said:Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Why did the oil refineries around Carquinez Strait seem sinister to me in the summer of 1956? Why have the night lights in the Bevatron burned in my mind for twenty years? What is going on in these pictures in my mind?