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Who could fail to be touched by Glenn Reynolds' link to James Lileks' link to the Reynolds post in which Glenn says he's got walking pneumonia, prompting Lileks to write, "Get better! Go away for a week. Blog not. You’re not a public utility! We won't call our city councilman if the tap's dry for a while."
But I know how he feels. I didn't post yesterday for exactly the same reason. And every missed day from now on is a further tribute to that unforgettable bunch. Adios Jimmy, Sandler, Veronica, Hoss, Raquel, and Wheezy.
I was in the library that is closest to Chinatown. The CD on the library shelf had pictures of a beautiful Asian dude on the cover, but no other indication of who he was. The booklet was in Chinese. The CD itself had the words So Wing printed on it. I checked the CD out. It is terrible, some of the weakest pop music I've ever heard. A demon took this angel sent down to earth and made him sing bad songs. Beauties don't need an excuse for being on the planet, and they certainly shouldn't be made ridiculous in this way, stuck in a studio or on a stage making noises less beautiful than they are.
My search for more information on So Wing had confusing results, but I believe I found my boy. He is an HK pop star of song and screen, variously known as William So Wing-Hong, William So and So Wing. He's cuter on the CD than in the pics on his filmography page, but you want to see him, so take a look.
The page dedicated to his music is very inspiring--certainly more inspiring than the music itself. A garland of William So song titles:
The More I Kiss, The More Depressed I Get
Please Lower Down the Volume
Love Came From a Direction
Flow of Warmth
I Don't Want to Be Happy Alone
I felt a flow of warmth from this fan's comments:
ADMIRER from SINGAPORE on July 31, 2003
I like his song and ways of singing. Admiring his courages through the 'pills' incident (admitting his fault and accepting punishment). Feels that its really hard to have this type of celebraties in entertainment line nowadays. Willam, don't be dishearted and concentrate on your carreer. You have my support and KEEP IT UP. O.K?
Oh my little wing, nailed to a cross of pills on the hill of the dolls. (Who betrayed you? Veronica Yip?) Even your submission to punishment was graceful. Put it behind you and soar again, my near-sighted dove. Kiss me more, I could use the depression. Please lower down the volume, and the pants, while you're at it. You will never be happy alone again. I guarantee it.
I would like to see the uncensored pics of the Iraqi prisoners.
I know that's wrong.
But there are levels of wrong, and for me to see them, is not so wrong, I think.
I am a journalist.
I must believe that the net will deliver them up soon.
If it has already, send me the link.
In the meantime, I will set a honey trap for other googling journos with today's anabolic traffic builder: NAKED IRAQI PRISONERS...NUDE HUMAN PYRAMID...BLUE RUBBER GLOVES...IDIOT GRINS...ABU GRAHIB ASS...UPCOMING IRAQI ERECTIONS...NAKED HOODED MEN...NAKED...NAKED...BARE-ASSED NAKED...FCC HITS STERN WITH NEW FINES FOR BROADCAST INDECENCY...WOMEN POINTING AT DICKS...NUDE...NUDE..NUDE...
From an NYT's review of Stalin: The Court of the Red Tsar (excellent subtitle, that):
Stalin emerged from the war utterly exhausted and more than ever convinced of his infallibility. In his last years he became inordinately capricious, suspecting everyone and ready to jettison on trumped-up charges even his most loyal followers. He spent much time vacationing in his lavish palaces. He indulged in drunken orgies, where he would force his ministers to dance for his amusement: ''He made the sweating Khrushchev drop to his haunches and do the gopak that made him look like 'a cow dancing on ice.' '' The Polish security boss, Jacob Berman, was made to waltz with Molotov.
Get a few cocktails in Molotov and he'd dance with anybody.