“I always wanted the reboot of Ghostbusters to be four girl-ghostbusters. Like, four normal, plucky women living in New York City searching for Mr. Right and trying to find jobs — but who also bust ghosts. I’m not an idiot, though. I know the demographic for Ghostbusters is teenage boys, and I know they would kill themselves if two ghostbusters had a makeover at Sephora. I just have always wanted to see a cool girl having her first kiss with a guy she’s had a crush on, and then have to excuse herself to go trap the pissed-off ghosts of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire or something. In my imagination, I am, of course, one of the ghostbusters, with the likes of say, Emily Blunt, Taraji Henson, and Natalie Portman. Even if I’m not the ringleader, I’m definitely the one who gets to say “I ain’t afraid a no ghost.” At least the first time.”—
Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)
Whitney Houston’s album - like she only had one album? SMH - didn’t go #1 after her untimely passing. Her Greatest Hits album charted at #6 the week after her death, and Whitney had twenty-eight songs in the iTunes top 100 that week.
So as the week has gone on, I keep seeing more rememberances of Robin Williams. The one that stood out to me was Marc Maron reposting an episode of WTF where he interviewed Robin. The hardest thing about listening to this podcast is the honest sadness that you hear in Maron’s voice at the beginning and end. http://www.stitcher.com/s?eid=35080658
We might want to follow up on this on a later show: Henry Rollins wrote a really callous thing about suicide after Robin Williams, calling people who commit suicide “people who blew it”, and Megan Seling rightfully lit him up for it:
I forget how I got to the place where I am listening to this 2011 Terry Gross interview with Maurice Sendak on Fresh Air again. But it feels so poignant and important. The reflection of a wizened elder near the end of his life. The emotion in his voice is so powerful a mixing of joy and the utmost heartache.
But, you know, there’s something I’m finding out as I’m aging. That I am in love with the world. And I look right now as we speak together, out my window in my studio and I see my trees, my beautiful beautiful maples that are hundreds of years old. That they are beautiful. And you see, I can see how beautiful they are. I can take time to see how beautiful they are. It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find the time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. I don’t think I’m rationalizing in any way, I really don’t. Since this is all inevitable and I have no control over it.
I have nothing but praise now, really, for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. I cry a lot because they die and I can’t stop them. They leave me, and I love them more. And I’m in a very soft mood as you can gather because new people have died. They were not that old. And so it’s what I dread more than anything is the isolation.
Oh god, there are so many beautiful things is the world which I will have to leave when I die, but… I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.
And almost certainly I’ll go before you go, so I won’t have to miss you. …I’m a happy old man, but I will cry my way all the way to the grave.