WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH heard it in a passing reference as I was flicking radio stations driving home from NJ a few hours ago. currently in motel made sure it had WiFi so I could find out what happened. My favorite comedian Evah, had hoped to get a chance to see him live. :cry:
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I remember you saying Good Morning Vietnam is one of your favorite movies. I like that one too.
I'm a bit partial to many of his movies, and stand ups, and shows, but most of all The World According to Garp. Here's something funny for those who care...gotta watch it through, it's so Robin Williams. I'm glad I found it. Love ya monster! |
I'm heartbroken, tbh :(
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. |
All RW youtube clips are telling me to try again later. I didn't realize it was so recent -I though it was something I'd missed because I've had not interwebs and barely any radio for a few days
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If I had a desk I would stand on top of it right now!
I'm heartbroken too. It don't make no sense. |
don't think I've ever cried for a celeb before
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But I get it. It's a pretty tough one to take.
*hugz* Here's Garp (I'm a big Irving fan as well) |
Ah man. That makes me want to cry.
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'The World According to Garp' (film and, at one time, book) is a favorite of mine.
It always seemed/seems to be forgotten movie, never mentioned. Certainly, I never heard Williams mention it, but then: he was always makin' with the funnies so... |
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that clip may be quite apropos, IM.
I was thinking about depression. I don't remember hearing any poor people complain about it. It seems to be a rich person problem, doesn't it? I'm wondering, that if people don't have enough adversity in their lives, are they somehow driven to create it? His money could have been his black gloves. any thing he wanted, for years and years.... he could get it, because he was so rich.... but did that take all the reward away, all the joy? is that WHY he was into cocaine and drinking.... the loss of control? when in his normal life, everything was TOO easy? Poor people are too busy surviving to worry about how depressed they are. they don't dwell on their sadness. they have to get to work, and to do that, they have to get their car fixed, so they have to get up early and jump the battery again... and then go to the laundromat to clean that uniform, and get the kids off to school, and what are they going to eat tonight, there's only $17 until payday.... I bet they sleep just fine when they finally lie down in bed. |
No, Jim, I think you're very wrong there. Poor people with depression expect to be depressed/are expected to be depressed/self-medicate with drink or drugs until they die of excess/get treatment of they're lucky but don't hit the headlines because they have to just get on with the struggle. I can think of several examples among my RL and online acquaintance.
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Maybe our definition of poor is different. The poor I'm thinking of don't have computers. They are not online.
Anyone with time in their day to dwell on how painful just living is, has too much of it. Just getting on with it is the cure. It's when you check out of normal survival activities that you are considered depressed. There are varying degrees of course. I've been very sad for extended time in my life.... I always got to work and supported my family though, so I would not say I was actually depressed. |
It's not being sad. It's a chemical imbalance in the brain.
Depressed people can't just "get on with it". You won't recognize it and identify it in people. If you've not had it, it's very hard to really understand what it is. I knew a ghetto dweller whose doctors had him on anti-depressants until he became very obese and had to use a wheelchair. But when they took him off the drugs, he was suicidal. They decided staying on them was the best course of action. |
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Yeah yeah, chances of defeating depression without medical help are slim to none. But the everyday problems that pile up as a result of the imbalance, you can work on. Force yourself to empty the litter box, take a shower, walk twice around the yard. These will feel like you climbed the Matterhorn, probably in difficulty, and definitely warm and fuzzy. |
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Christopher Reeve broke his neck in 1995, but lived another nine years with tons of medical attention and around the clock care. I couldn't even begin to figure what that cost.
Robin Williams paid it. |
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People with major depression CANNOT just take a cold shower, walk around the block, do a good deed, and get over it. They can and will do all of the above - and Robin Williams is the quintessential example of a person who went far beyond that in carrying on, and in giving to others - but it doesn't touch the darkness that makes it impossible to go on. Read William Styron's Darkness Visible. His description of suicidal depression captures its essence. The online blog Hyperbole and a Half: Adventures in Depression and Depression Part Two are also instructive. |
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Well, Lauren Bacall also passed away today. It just fits into this thread. She was like 89. She had a good life.
Not a huge shock like Robin, but she deserves to be noticed. |
I agree; just saw that.
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How many disorders fit under the label of 'depression'?
Bipolar disorder and actual chemical imbalances.... They go beyond what I think of as depression. I guess that's wrong. |
Well ... what do you think of as depression? I can understand someone thinking that depression is a reaction to harsh life circumstances - that's reactive or situational depression, also known as exogenous depression.
Endogenous depression is the killer. It's the one that comes on with no identifiable cause, and it devastates lives. You're not wrong, it just that it's a complex beast. |
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Who said it was the reaction of a harsh life? What I said is it's easier for people living a harsh life to find excuses for their feeling depressed, so it's easier for them to overlook an underlying medical condition... plus not affording a doctor. I thought that's what Jim was talking about also.
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When I was poor for a few years (I'm currently on the breadline - but by choice and with options) I used to think that, and my rocky relationship was why I was depressed.
But over the years I have noticed that it comes and it goes with very little connection to what is going on in my life. Sure, there are triggers like money stress but - it can drop in from a clear blue sky. I can be in the middle of a really happy time, with everything going right - feeling loved and cared for, secure and content and then bang - it's back. Or I can be in the middle of crisis and be fine. The black dog comes when it wants to come. And leaves when it wants to leave. Looking back on my life - I am fairly sure (always difficult to assess emotional state in the past) that I have had bouts of depression on and off since I was around 8 years old. |
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If you are not experienced in those things, I do believe you are speaking out of your ass on this. |
I remember in one of Robin Williams' stand up shows he was talking about how his cat got into his stash of drugs.
He found the cat sitting up in the corner, with his back against the wall, staring at his paws going "Me-, me-, goddammit, how does that go again?" :lol2: The absolute manic energy that man had at times...:headshake :blackr: ___________________________ And who could ever forget Bogie & Bacall? :blackr: |
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I am speaking out my ass, but not because I haven't been poor. Because I'm a happy person and I can't relate. That's why I phrased my comments as speculation. I work my fucking ass off. Did 26 hours in the last 2 days. I get down like anyone else, it's just not chemical. It passes. Don't start taking tones with me. I'll beat you down and bring you up right. |
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You can lap my filthy bag, though. And, if mine ain't filthy enough for ya, ya can lap your own. Ya filthy bag-lapper. |
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It's just lint.
It's not like there's an old piece of candy stuck under there... |
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Now all of a sudden there's a medical condition, chemical imbalance, they're giving the same goddamn name to. So when three people talk about depression, they could be thinking about something completely different, and cocksure they are right. Another one, Autism. Most people had a rough grasp of what you were talking about when you mentioned it. But now, lo and behold, Autism is no longer a condition, it's a whole damn spectrum of conditions/problems, many with their own name. It seem half of clodfobble's posts on the subject are trying to educate people about the different points on the spectrum. Language is a bitch, common language is impossible. :rolleyes: |
I can imagine Robin doing stand-up at the pearly gates: Sometimes after a trying day, all a person wants is a stiff belt and to stretch out.
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I have heard this befor , RIP Sir , you were one of the good ones
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Apparently, we aren't so far along on understanding suicide as we may be believe.
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How can anyone consider that a person who commits suicide is taking an easy way out, running away from their problems, and such like. To get to the stage that you would actually take your own life can only be because, for you, it is the only way out. You are crushed mentally, physically, all treatments have failed you, life is unbearable, you believe you are a burden on the people you love. Suicide resolves it all and become justified as the logical solution. Yet all these thoughts, reasons and decisions are withheld - in your mind, depression is your lonely battle and so it follows that the resolution becomes yours alone too. How terrible and how sad.
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I think it's kind of a balancing act. You have to condemn suicide because the message should be that it's unthinkable. If you present it as a reasonable option to end depression, then more depressed people are going to choose it, causing more grief and anguish for their families and friends.
But that has to be balanced with compassion for the person who is hurting so much that it's the only path they can see. We shouldn't condemn anyone for choosing suicide, but we also shouldn't praise them for it in any way, or put a positive spin on it by saying stuff like "at least now they found peace." Suicide doesn't solve anything. It's just game over. |
I am still of the mind that suicide is the ultimate act of selfishness.
Still, I understand that there are many paths to that place. I have explored/lived many of those paths. These paths are wide, easy to find one's self on, and unfortunately, very well-traveled. |
Fuck depression.
And cancer. And arthritis, while we're at it. |
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Guilty.
Just smile when ya say it. :D |
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Don Pardo, NBC announcer, SNL announcer for all but one year is dead at 96.
I remember him more the sign off at the end of each SNL. "This is Don Pardo speaking." And, after that, occasionally, you'd get the sly, just-a-little-drawn-out "Good niiiight". Only two people ever had a lifetime contract w/NBC, Bob Hope, and Don Pardo. |
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By a damn sight, I'd say.
But, then, I've never been divorced. Or married. |
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I can't comment more on suicide than I did in another thread ... all I know is that, sometimes, the compulsion is virtually irresistible. It's a horrible thing. I will never regard it as selfish, only as tragic. |
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And how is it that you are comparing suicide with divorce as a function of selfishness? Do you not see either tragedy in any other way? |
Maybe his wife has filed and he thinks she's being selfish? :rolleyes:
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YMMV, your mileage may vary, when it comes to divorce... and most other of life's potholes.
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For some people, suicide is a deeply selfless act. If depression has convinced them that they are a burden on their family, that the world would be a better place without them in it. For some it is less a case of life is not worth living so much as they are not worthy of life; or that their death will bring peace or a lessening of trouble to thier family.
Depression does seriously weird things to a person's perceptions of the world and their place in it. Suicide can be selfish - fear of the horror of a debilitating illness, inability to see a way forward from the point that they are at, the yawning howl of bleak nothingness opening up in front of them. That kind of tunnel vision that doesn't allow you to see to the side of you, but just straight ahead along a path that can only end one way. But we are all selfish at times- it comes from having a self. |
James Alexander Gordon.
Read the football scores for 40 years. I think most people in Britain over 30 heard his voice at least from time to time. And many of us (especially those with parents who did the Pools) heard him every week for our whole childhood. His was a beautifully modulated voice, even in ordinary conversation. And his reading of the scores was a masterpiece of controlled oratory. In a time before mobile phones, satellite TV, immediate communication between cities even 20 miles apart he was so important. Even after all of those became the norm, people would press their radios to their ears, listen on their iPods, tune in on the radio in the coach on the way home just to hear the comforting sounds in his voice and the scores all across the country. JAG RIP. A true gent and master of the airways. |
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