Doomsday for Christopher Reeve/Carpe diem

[i_kender]

Yes, it is very sad, isn't it? He's gone to join Brando's Jor-El in the clouds. I saw clips of Reeve as Superman on the BBC news last night- young, handsome, vibrant. He was pretty damn good as Superman actually, which is odd because I still don't think he fits the profile of Superman as represented in the DC Universe comics. (For starters, not buff enough) But even though Superman has never been a comic or a character I was into really (too vanilla), those films stand out vividly in my memory. Partly for the great theme music, partly for Reeve's performance. It's something in his eyes, you know? When he 'flies' in the films, there's a gleam in his eye that really made me believe that, ok, there's a man who knows what it's like to soar above skyscrapers.

And Jacques Derrida died this week too. Not I really cared for his writing myself, but my Creative Writing tutor at university (Nicholas Royle, Sussex) knew him as a mentor and personal friend. Derrida was supposed to visit us while we were on the course, actually, but cried off due to ill health.
I know I'm not the only one who has said it feels as if there have been a lot of deaths this year (which is silly, I know. I'm sure the media would have noticed a massive increase in death rates)

I guess I just notice them more because a morbid sensibility is creeping in. But recently, it does sometimes feel like Death has ignored me for the most part my entire life and now, with an oblique glance, has noticed me - just a glance, but still, has taken note of my name and memoed to self to schedule an appointment...

Ok, too creepy!!

The lesson here, kids- don't put off today what you want done tomorrow. If you have urgent and important things to do before you die, things to write which you want remembered, which you must finish, do it. Do it now. And tell the ones you love that you love them, for godsake. Just in case. Because life is short, it is glorious and beautiful but it can be short, as short as turning a corner, or crossing the road. Unexpected, suddenly, a finger snaps. So hurry up, hurry up, calloo callay, seize the day, tick tock, tick tock...

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[spintrian.livejournal.com]

Derrida can fuck right off this mortal coil as far as I'm concerned. Grr. Having his shit on reading lists was very annoying.

I've always had the opposite principle: why to today what you can do tomorrow? Hey maybe that's why I like Spanish men so much...

Meh. I think about it mañana.