Friday, 13 June 2008

HE WENT TO MEET "THE BIG PRESS"


Last night, I was surprised to see my blog counter sored high in a span of two hours. Intrigued why my old post - A MUST READ about Tim Russert's ‘Wisdom of Our Fathers had led 30 persons on the said entry, I googled "Tim Russert" and found out he passed two hours earlier. Full story here: NBC's Tim Russert dies at 58.

We join all the people who were inriched by his wisdom. In peace may he rest, we pray.

Remembering the life of Tim Russert

By Michael Gartner, Special to USA TODAY
Michael Gartner was president of NBC News from 1988-1993
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He was a senior executive – an inside guy, a go-to guy, an idea guy – when I joined NBC News as president in 1988. He had a background in politics, and a few months after I signed on I asked him to head the Washington bureau. He didn't want to leave New York and thought he was being shoved aside, but he very reluctantly agreed

In Washington, he quickly re-established old contacts – he had worked for Sen. Daniel Patrick Moynihan, and he seemed to know half the town – and increasingly the morning news conferences at NBC were filled with his inside stories of this, his analyses of that and his predictions of this and that. He was always right.

Tim," I said to him one day a year or so later, "the news call isn't supposed to be more interesting than the news shows. We've got to get across on the air the stuff you're telling us every morning. You should be on the air."

"No way," he said.

Eventually, he agreed to go on the Today show periodically to talk politics with his equally knowledgeable friend Al Hunt, at the time Washington bureau chief for The Wall Street Journal, and, later, as an occasional panelist on the sagging Meet the Press show. But Russert remained mainly an inside guy, an unseen face, a choreographer of coverage.

Finally, I told him he should be – had to be – the moderator of Meet the Press, which wasn't doing well.

"No way," he said again.

We argued. We debated. We fought. He raised objections, I shot them down. At the end, he said, "Look, I can't do it. I'm ugly." "Well, I said with a laugh, I can't argue that one (he had a chubby face that looked like it was made out of Play-Doh) but I'm not looking for a handsome guy, I'm looking for a smart one." Finally, he agreed, and in 1991 he became moderator of the show.

I had some sweatshirts made up with his picture on the front. "Tim Russert," they said, "Not just a pretty face." He was, eventually, amused.

He was made for the job. His training from the Jesuits had sharpened his mind, his lessons from his father had instilled his values, his life in politics had widened his knowledge, and his training as a lawyer had honed his questioning. The show was almost an overnight success, and soon we expanded it to a full hour. Then he — and it — took off.

He used old-fashioned tools in a new-fashioned industry. He used a chalkboard like a coach. He put words – words, of all things! – on the screen to make his point. He was as tough as he was fair, as demanding of himself as he was of his guests. He prepared for each show as if it was a final exam.

Most of all, he was believable. That face turned out to be what my father called "an affidavit face." You looked at him, and you just knew he was telling you the truth.

The show made him rich and famous. I don't know how rich, but a few years ago, when he signed a new, long-term contract with NBC, he called me up to tell me, and he remembered his reluctance about taking the job. He laughed, and he said: "I thank you. My wife thanks you. My son thanks you. And my unborn grandchildren, however many there will be, thank you." It must have been a good deal.

But no matter how rich and famous he became, he always came across on television as a nice guy – who couldn't like a guy who loved Buffalo and who wished his dad Happy Father's Day on the air? – but he was more than nice. He was kind, he was caring, and he was generous

A few years ago, I called him and asked if he'd make a big speech in Des Moines, where I live. It was part of a lecture series at Drake University. I knew he was in great demand, I said, but I asked if he'd do it as a favor for me. "They'll pay you $30,000," I added. He didn't think twice. "I'll do it under one condition," he said. "The $30,000 goes to that program for kids that is Christopher's memorial."

Christopher was one of my sons, and he idolized Tim. Christopher died in 1994, at age 17, from an initial attack of juvenile diabetes. I had left NBC by then, but within hours of Christopher's death the phone rang at home in Des Moines. It was Russert. I was in tears, and he seemed to be, too. He expressed his deep sorrow, and then he said:

"Look, if God had come to you 17 years ago and said, 'I'll make you a bargain. I'll give you a beautiful, wonderful, happy and healthy kid for 17 years, and then I'll take him away, you would have made that deal in a second."

He was right, of course, that was the deal. I just didn't know it.

As it turns out, there was a similar deal – the terms were 58 years – with Tim.
We just didn't know it.

But we – his family, his friends, his guests and his viewers, all of us so enriched by him – would have made it in a second.

Thursday, 12 June 2008

LUKIE AND DYLAN'S GARDALAND TREAT

Still toiling to regain my "normal state". I'm glad there are pictures to do the talking. It was a fun get away although the weather was playing on us, for a second it would rain then later the sun would prick us with it's heat. The kids loved their treat specially Lukie who keeps on saying, "Che bella vita!"(What a beautiful life).



Before we went into this trip, Lukie had been anticipating to ride the roller coaster they called "Mammut" at Gardaland. His Papa rode with him but Lukie got scared and cried after. He keeps on saying it was a mistake riding it. Lunch calmed him down and said he doesn't want to get into any rides anymore. We went to watch the Hollywood Dreams musical show and he forgot his 'Mammut' nightmare. Then we went to see the dolphins at PalaBlu and Festival On Ice.

Little Dylan had been a little adult even during the shows and the boat ride into the jungle. How he steals the attention of the crowd, I'll tell it more on my next post.

Friday, 6 June 2008

TEACHER JULIE'S QUESTION 2

We joined Teacher Julie's Greenbucks and had our first answer to her weekly question here: MY SAY FOR JULIE'S QUERY . For this week, here's another "timely" spot where my mood would fit :-) .

WEEKLY QUESTION 2: Let's say it IS possible to have that one chance to be another person for a day, who would you choose to be and why?

SOCIETY




Quoting Christopher McCandless, "I'll be fine with what I've got.", I love being Lovelyn. But, what's the thrill of joining a game when you don't get to play. So, if I were given the chance to be another person for a day, it would be the same person I quoted above - Christopher McCandless. Why?...because I want to understand fully what it means to be truly FINE WITH WHAT I'VE GOT when people are HURT because of LOVING ME.

Chris was a 23 year old young man who gave up wealth, his promising future, his family and friends in search for real happiness. Wandered and walked embracing his idealism of which freedom has no bounds, not even time, space and anything that modernization dictates a man to have and do.

I believe in what Chris' wants to prove but from a mother's perspective, It will kill me a thousand times. Losing a son and worst, the uncertainty whether he is alive or dead would be unbearable.

Our children will spread their wings and will fly on their own someday. To which direction and how they'll set forth will be "influenced" by the "home" we gave them. What they see and feel from us - our marriage, how we discipline them, how we deal with money and all material things and how we run and keep relationships will neither give security or break them. I hope I am doing the right thing and someday be strong to give them support to what ever they want to decide their life would be.

Read the story here: Into The Wild - The Story of Chris McCandless by Jon Krakauer. It was made into a film directed by Sean Penn: INTO THE WILD .

Then, on July 3—the day after a journal entry that reads, "Family happiness"— Chris tried to go back but was trapped with the raging river and later met the end of his fate. From all his search, he had come to write, "Happiness only real when shared".

Tuesday, 3 June 2008

GO, MAMA GO!


What's slowing our blogging lately? A lot! "Tolerate" the topic that just popped out as I am writing this. Thoughts brimming of "must do" decided to do the list. Might be of help, as I'm close to getting loony.

1. Permit Of Stay to be retrieved tomorrow.

2. Dylan's smaller and lighter carriage.

3. 4(mine,his and kids)summer wardrobes.

4. Packing for our get away HERE.

5. Confirm our stay HERE.

6. Loads to iron.

7. How to pack Dylan's food to our 2 days TREAT for him and Lukie.

8. Train tickets.

9. First year anniversary of this blog.

10. Lukie's graduation from 'Scoula Materna'.

11. Stuff for dry cleaning.

12. Dad's eye intervention.

13. The usual chores and duties

14. More......and more but I'll stop now before you'll give me that yawn.

15. Pray for me hehehe...

Saturday, 31 May 2008

"WALK THE ENVIRONMENTAL TALK"


Here's an environment and health friendly drive which I personally consider as feasible, realistic and inexpensive. A big salute to all the organizers and we're rooting for the movement's success.

'Walk, Baguio, walk' set to be launched
By Ramon Dacawi

A CAMPAIGN that would hopefully convince more Baguio residents to walk the environmental talk -- literally and otherwise -- will be launched on Monday with a flag ceremony and program at the Baguio Athletic Bowl in the morning.

"Walk, Baguio, Walk", as the movement is dubbed, will encourage people to walk to and from work, or take the jeep or taxi, leaving their private or official vehicles at home or office motor pools, initially for at least one day of each month until it becomes a practice...click
HERE to continue.

Tuesday, 27 May 2008

MY SAY FOR JULIE'S QUERY

Teacher Julie, one of Philippines' and Pinoy Moms Network's successful blogger, launched a new site she calls GreenBucks. I received an invite from her to join her "Weekly Question For Your Post". The title speaks for itself and participants are privileged to blog "however" they want it. Isn't that a good idea for us who sometimes can't think of anything to write?

Here's the question for this week:

If you are married would you know if your husband is reading your blog?
If you are in a relationship, would you know if your partner is reading your blog?



Dinakdakan

What a timely question from Weekly Question For Your Post. Wondering why Teacher Julie's first has "the husband" on it? Unaware or not, maybe it only shows that love comes number one above all.(Deng, getting gooey again over here hehehe...) Well, I like the idea if my guess was right.

Back to why its timely. Il Oumo(man)(obviously my husband hahaha...) turned 34 last Saturday, May 24 and we had the celebration last Sunday, the 25th. For the record, he insists he is 33 so that he'll be a year younger than me but I'm up for a big protest if he'll keep insisting(laugh,laugh).

Oumo had to work night shift on his birthday. He came home the next day saying its one of his worst night at the hotel. He was locked out, his zip was irreparable and one mishap leads to another. Poor husband of mine, misfortune didn't end even when he joined me on bed for a short sleep that morning. I told him I already "made" his 'Dinakdakan', one of the dishes we'll serve our family and friends later that day.

I did most of the cooking Saturday night leaving the husband's "territory" which is the grill and the 'dinakdakan'. Thinking he would be very tired from work, I convinced him that I'll just boil the meat for the said dish and he'll do the rest. Goshh... the pig's ear came sloppy and over cooked.

Panic... Midnight, I was grilling the "ruined remains"(lol) of the dinakdakan's meat. Sliced it in strips and ready for the raw onions, ginger and other ingredients. "Kunak gamin nga siak yan"(see, I told you so), the Oumo said and that doused the humor of AGING. No pictures and video to mark the year of having an obstinate wife.

Before I write ten pages and tell you how I marinate my barbecue, to answer Teacher Julie's first question...Yes, the Oumo reads my blog. How do I know? Most of the time I make him to, for grammar purposes(ssshhh...subtle way of dictatorship hehehe). Better yet, if he tells me tomorrow, I should have not written this, then he is really reading my blog!

CARTOON CREDIT:Shock Cartoons

Friday, 23 May 2008

FORWARDED MESSAGE

Are you one of those who hated reading "Forwarded Messages"? Those who delete it at once and don't even give the courtesy to thank the sender? I'm not, I love reading them. But first, I scroll down with the cursor and read pass fast if its a chain letter. If yes, then straight to the 'cestino'(waste basket)it goes. Sometimes, even from simple notes comes the summary of what we should learn our whole life through. Here's one sent by R.Gorostiza:

THE DONKEY

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.


He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.



As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL :Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.

Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less

You have two choices...smile and close this page, or pass this along to someone else to spread the fun. I know what I did!!

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