Sunday, August 2, 2015

Happy Birthday Joanna Cassidy!
































                Blade Runner



Picture Legend:

1. Joanna
2. Philadelphia
3. With a pre-Close Encounters Bob Balaban in her first co-starring role in 1974‘s “Bank Shot”
4. The Roller Girls
5. Buffalo Bill
6. At home
7. Zhora Salome
8. Bradbury Building
9. With Nick Nolte and Gene Hackman in “Under Fire”
10. On “The Love Boat”
11. On “Dudley,” with Dudley Moore
12. In “Hotel Malibu,” with Cheryl Pollak and John Dye
13. As the Vulcan T’Les on “Star Trek: Enterprise”
14. With Frances Conroy and a little kid in “Six Feet Under”
15. With Corbin Bernsen on “Boston Legal”
16. With Dana Delany on “Body of Proof”
17. Sexy
18. “Odd Mom Out”
19. Relaxing with Pierce Brosnan in “The Fourth Protocol”
20. With Bob Hoskins in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit”
21. Promotional picture with Gene Hackman for “The Package.”
22. With Dabney Coleman and Uma Thurman in “Where the Heart Is”
23. Promo with Christina Applegate for “Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead”
24. In 1993‘s “The Tommyknockers”
25. Promo with James Garner for “The Rockford Files: I Still Love L.A.”
26. With Keanu Reeves in “Chain Reaction”
27. In “Ghosts of Mars”
28. Working on art stuff
29. Ms Joanna


   It is my great pleasure and honor this morning to give a great big Joyce’s Take Happy Birthday Shout Out to one of my favorite actresses, Zhora Salome herself, Ms Joanna Cassidy!
   Similar to a large percentage of the general population, Joanna Virginia Caskey was born as a teenie tiny female infant at a very early age in Camden, New Jersey ( 39° 56′ 24″ N, 75° 6′ 18″ W. ). Well why should we care about Joanna Virginia Caskey, you ask? And rightly so! It is highly probable that at some point, more than likely at an early stage of her career, Joanna Caskey changed her name to Cassidy.
   You can see Philadelphia from Camden as it’s right across the Delaware River.
    Isn’t it wonderful!
   Today Camden has been described as the murder capital of the nation, which I had always assumed to be Poughkeepsie, New York for some reason. This is what the journalist Chris Hedges wrote about Camden in 2010 for The Nation magazine in an article entitled “City of Ruins.”
   “Camden, New Jersey, with a population of 70,390, is per capita the poorest city in the nation. It is also the most dangerous. The city’s real unemployment—hard to estimate, since many residents have been severed from the formal economy for generations—is probably 30–40 percent. The median household income is $24,600. There is a 70 percent high school dropout rate, with only 13 percent of students managing to pass the state’s proficiency exams in math. The city is planning $28 million in draconian budget cuts, with officials talking about cutting 25 percent from every department, including layoffs of nearly half the police force.”
   I worry about the people who live there, but I’m sure it was much nicer in Camden when Joanna was born. In any case her artist parents, Virginia and Joe, moved from Camden all the way to Haddonfield, New Jersey (39° 53′ 43.57″ N, 75° 2′ 3.46″ W), a little over 9 miles away... about a 14 minute drive if the traffic isn’t too bad, when Joanna was very young, and that’s where they raised her.  At an early age she took up painting and sculpture. She attended Haddonfield Memorial High School, where she described herself as being "a rowdy kid," “rowdy” being defined in the noun form as “a noisy and disorderly person.”
   Haddonfield Memorial High School is famous for it’s Marching band. The co-writer of the television show “Monk,” Andy Breckman, also went to school there. So did a lot of other people.
    At the appropriate age Joanna went on to major in art at Syracuse University, which is located in Syracuse, New York (43° 2′ 49″ N, 76° 8′ 40″ W), which is approximately 225.79 miles due north from Haddonfield...  266.46 miles by car.
   In 1964, while at Syracuse, she married Kennard C. Kobrin, a doctor in residency, and worked as a fashion model to help get him his degree.
   They moved to San Francisco (37° 47′ 0″ N, 122° 25′ 0″ W), which is 2,433 miles west from Syracuse...  2,797 miles if your driving.
   Kennard set up a psychiatric practice. Joanna continued modeling and gave birth to a son and daughter. Thuckland Isildur and Mimi Nakamara respectively. 
   While modeling gigs and and appearing in the odd commercial or two, she found work in small roles in what some might consider major films, such as 1968‘s “Bullet," with Steve McQueen, which the Internet Movie Data Base lists as her first acting job. Many consider that film to contain the best car chase ever. Here is the beginning of that scene, and here’s the end.
   She appeared in the Jason Robards, Katharine Ross romantic drama, “Fools,: in 1970, three “Mission Impossible,” episodes, two as an uncredited stewardess, and one as an uncredited model. Her contribution to the show may or may not have inspired the Tom Cruise movie franchise.
   In 1973 she finally got a credited role playing Rita Mailer in a revenge, crime/drama, “The Outfit,” starring Robert Duvall and Karen Black.
   She also appeared that year with Walter Matthau in “The Laughing Policeman, which was no comedy, but in it Joanna displayed her characteristic “infectious, howling laugh.”
   1973 also saw Smokey the Bear impersonating Joanna in a public service announcement. I’ll leave the obvious moral, ethical and legal implications of this tactic up to you dear readers, and just reproduce said PSA here.
   She and Kennard divorced at some point in 1973, and Joanna moved to Los Angeles, where I live.
   She was either 27 or 28 at the time, and here’s what she told Jennifer Juniper Stratford for something called Vice:
   VICE: When did you decide to become an actress?
   Joanna Cassidy: I was 27 or 28, which is pretty late to get started in the business. I was a wife for a while. We had children and I raised them, but still there was a wild streak in me. It wasn’t enough. I had to see life in a new fashion. I don’t know why. It’s the big question. In 1972 or ‘73, I moved to Los Angeles to see where it would take me.
   In 74 she scored her first co-starring role with none other than the master himself, George C Scott, in “Bank Shot.”
   She won another co-starring role in 1974‘s supernatural thriller, “The Night Child.” In 76 she appeared in the television show “McCoy,” with Tony Curtis, and a small role in Arnold Schwarzenegger’s first real theatrical film (discounting 1969‘s “Hercules in New York,” in which he more or less played himself), “Stay Hungry,” with Jeff Bridges and Sally Field.
   1977 saw her in three films. The 70‘s film parody, “American Raspberry,” with Warren Oates, the comedy mystery/thriller “The Late Show,” with Art Carney and Lilly Tomlin, and with a pre-Quentin Tarantino Robert Forster in “Stunts.
   The next year she won a regular gig, well a four episode gig on “The Roller Girls,” which ran for six episodes. The series centered on the Pittsburgh Pitts, an all-girl roller derby team.
   “It was the first time in my career that I found a role I was naturally prepared for. I was one of those first people in Venice roller-skating. I even got my kids into it and we were down there every weekend. I even did roller-dancing. The show was great fun but they only made six episodes. My roller derby name was “Books” Cassidy!”
   Here she discusses the show with Johnny Carson and demonstrates her roller skating proficiency and her classic laugh.
   And a clip from the show.
   She also guest starred on one of my favorite sit-coms, “Taxi,” and one of my least favorite, “Starsky and Hutch.”
   “It used to be such a stigma, making that transition to various entertainment medias. There are a couple of actresses who have cut it quite well and I consider myself one. You have to work, you have to have your craft. Every job you do, you gain more experience. You never stop learning.”
   Joanna continued pretty much in this same vein, TV shows, television movies, and the occasional theatrical film until she gained a lot of attention, and a Golden Globe Award, as a regular on the short lived sit-com, “Buffalo Bill,” with Dabney Coleman and the lovely Geena Davis.  The show was loosely based around the character Dabney created for the film “9 to 5,” and featured the misadventures of an egotistical talk show host, played by Dabney and his staff (including Geena and Joanna) at WBFL-TV, a small TV station in Buffalo, New York. It premiered May 31, 1983 on NBC and ran for only part of two seasons (1983–84).   
   Here’s a clip of Joanna winning her Golden Globe for Best Actress in a TV Series Musical or Comedy.
   She also received a nomination for Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series.
   But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Slow down Rick. Take a deep breath. Count to ten. Continue...
   On March 9th, 1981, filming began on Warner Bros. “Blade Runner,” a neo-noir dystopian science fiction film directed by Ridley Scott (his third feature film, coming right after the success of “Alien”) and starring Harrison Ford, Rutger Hauer, Sean Young, Edward James Olmos, Daryl Hannah, and Joanna as the assassin replicant, Zhora Salome. Filming lasted four months. The Bradbury Building, here in downtown Los Angeles at the corner of 3rd and Broadway, within walking distance of where I’m typing this (I could walk there right now if I choose to do so. As a matter of fact I think I will. Please excuse me.    Okay, back now), was one of the filming locations for “Blade Runner.” There’s a Subway sandwich place on the ground floor now.
   Vice: “Not only did you get to play a replicant in Blade Runner, you also have one of the most beautiful death scenes in existence. How did you land the role of an android working as an exotic snake dancer?"
   Joanna: “I told the director he had to give me the part because I was the only actress in town with a pet snake who knew how to handle them.”
   The film was released in 1,290 theaters on June 25th, 1982. It didn’t do well in the United States closing it’s initial run earning just $32,868,943.57, worldwide, on a production budget of $28 million. Wow, that’s $4,868,943.57 in pure sweet profit you say. Hold your horses there partner. When marketing and distribution costs are added in, which roughly equal the production costs, that makes the total cost to put the film out there at about $56 million. So “Blade Runner,” actually lost approximately $23,131,057.57, which sucks, especially if you’re the producer.
   Reviews of the film were what they call “mixed” at the time, which means some liked it, others didn’t.
   I liked it. Roy’s “Tears in the Rain,” monologue, which Rutger Hauer, the actor who portrayed Roy, wrote himself, is one of the most touching and effective scenes emphasizing the impermanence of life that’s been captured on film... ever.
   It makes no sense scientifically, but is very poetic.
   The film has gained what they call “cult status,” which Wikipedia tells us is: “A cult film, also commonly referred to as a cult classic, is a film that has acquired a cult following. Cult films are known for their dedicated, passionate fanbase, an elaborate subculture that engage in repeated viewings, quoting dialogue, and audience participation. Inclusive definitions allow for major studio productions, especially box office bombs, while exclusive definitions focus more on obscure, transgressive films shunned by the mainstream.”
   Wikipedia also tells us: “While not initially a success with North American audiences, the film was popular internationally and garnered a cult following. The film's dark style and futuristic designs have served as a benchmark and its influence can be seen in many subsequent science fiction films, anime, video games, and television programs. For example, Ronald D. Moore and David Eick, the producers of the re-imagining of Battlestar Galactica, have both cited Blade Runner as one of the major influences for the show. Blade Runner continues to reflect modern trends and concerns, and an increasing number consider it one of the greatest science fiction films of all time. It was voted the best science fiction film ever made in a poll of 60 eminent world scientists conducted in 2004. Blade Runner is also cited as an important influence to both the style and story of the Ghost in the Shell film series, which itself has been highly influential to the future-noir genre.
   The film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry in 1993 and is frequently used in university courses. In 2007 it was named the second most visually influential film of all time by the Visual Effects Society.”
   Wow. And Joanna is a big part of that, as well as most of the other cast members. Of all the television shows and films she has appeared in, she is probably best known for her performance in “Blade Runner” (of course Rutger’s portrayal of Lothos in “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” overshadowed “Blade Runner,” completely, as did Hannah’s “Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman,” in 1993. Harrison Ford, who I’ll never forgive for killing Joanna, went on to have a small measure of success in several films before and after “Blade Runner”).
   The next year she starred with Nick Nolte, Ed Harris, and Gene Hackman in the political/war/drama “Under Fire.”
   Joanna appeared in many television shows, some of which I liked. Some include “The Love Boat” with Siegfried, “Hart to Hart” with Robert Wagner and Stefanie Powers, “Trapper John, M.D.” with  Pernell Roberts, “Lou Grant,” a regular gig on “Falcon Crest” with Jane Wyman, “Fantasy Island” with Khan Noonien Singh, “Northern Exposure” with our conservative friend Janine Turner, another regular gig on“Dudley,” with Dudley Moore, “Burke's Law,” with Gene Barry, “Murder, She Wrote” with Angela Lansbury, three episodes as a judge on “L.A. Law” with Corbin Bernsen.”
   In 1993 she was nominated for a Daytime Emmy Award for Outstanding Performer in Children's Programming, for her work in a “CBS Schoolbreak Special,” entitled “Other Mothers.”
   In 1994 she starred in “Hotel Malibu,” along with a young Jennifer Lopez, before she made it big in movies like, “Money Train,” Blood and Wine,” and “Selena,” in 1997.
   The show concerned a hotel in Malibu, California, and ran on CBS for 6 episodes, and... that’s it.
   She’s also been on “Melrose Place” with Heather Locklear and Courtney Thorn-Smith. In 1997 and 98 she provided the voice for Inspector Maggie Sawyer for 8 episodes on an animated version of “Superman” along with Dana Delany and Lisa Edelstein. Another 8 episodes on “Diagnosis Murder” with Dick Van Dyke, 3 episodes on “The District,” with Craig T Nelson, “Good Morning Miami.” She played T'Pol’s (Jolene Blalock) mom for 2 episodes of  “Star Trek: Enterprise.”
   In 2001/2005 she was the recurring character Margaret Chenowith, the psychologist mother of Brenda, Billy, and Kristin, and the wife of Bernard, in “Six Feet Under.” For her work she received an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Guest Actress in a Drama Series.
   In 2006 she appeared as an aggrieved wife in 5 episodes of “Boston Legal” with James Tiberius Kirk and Raymond "Red" Reddington. 2 episodes of “Heros” the next year with Hayden Panettiere.  She is seen in a photo of the twelve senior members of the show's mysterious Company, then appeared as Victoria Pratt in the tenth episode of season two, "Truth & Consequences," during which her character was killed, and if I ever get my hands on David Anders who killed her there’ll be hell to pay (even though she tried to cut off his head)!
   She’s been on “Ghost Whisperer,” with our lovely and talented friend Jennifer Love Hewitt. “Criminal Minds,” “Desperate Housewives.” “Hawthorne,” with Jada Pinkett Smith. She worked with Dana Delany again, playing her mom, on 14 episodes of “Body of Proof.” Here’s a clip of her promoting the show on “The John Kerwin Show.”
   Joanna has also appeared on “Bones,” “Call Me Fitz,” “Perception,” and 6 episodes of “Odd Mom Out,” the last one airing 6 days ago, July 27th, on Bravo.
   Alright, back to movies.
   In 1986 she appeared with Robin Williams, Peter O’Toole, and Rick Moranis in the comedy “Club Paradise,” which was directed by Ghostbuster Harold Ramis. The next year she was a Russian spy in “The Fourth Protocol,” with Michael Caine, a pre-Bond Pierce Brosnan, and Ned Betty. 
   Again, I’ll never forgive that Irish son-of-a-bitch Brosnan for killing her. Mother F_ _ _ _ er!
   Of course we all remember her in Robert Zemeckis’s 1988, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit,” playing Bob Hoskins girlfriend in the animated/live action adventure/comedy. Here’s a clip.
   And here she is at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences celebration of the 25th anniversary of "Who Framed Roger Rabbit.”
   That year she also starred with pre-Iron Man Robert Downey Jr, pre-Jack Bauer Kiefer Sutherland, Bruce Dern and Winona Ryder  in “1969,”  a drama concerning dissatisfaction with the war in Vietnam.
   I re-watched “The Package,” a few nights ago, a 1989 action/thriller Joanna made with Gene Hackman, Tommy Lee Jones, and Pam Grier. It was actually better than I remembered.
   She worked with Dabney again, along with Uma Thurman in 1990's comedy/drama “Where the Heart Is.”
   I have no idea! Where is it?
   Here’s the whole movie if you’d like to watch it. Don’t worry, I can wait. Take your time.
   In 1991 she played the boss of one of another favorite actresses of mine, post-Bundy Christina Applegate, in “Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead.” Here’s a clip.
     In 1993 she played real person, public relations expert, Linda G. Robinson, in the television movie “Barbarians at the Gate,” along with James Garner, Jonathan Pryce, and Tom Hank’s lovely wife, Rita Wilson. The film tells the tale of the 1988 leveraged buyout of RJR Nabisco. “Barbarians at the Gate,” aired, or actually cabled, on HBO, so in it you get to hear James Garner say “F_ _ K” a lot, which is rather unnerving.
   She also appeared as Sheriff Ruth Merrill in Stephen King’s “The Tommyknockers,” that year, the true story of what happens when you discover a buried spaceship filled with hibernating evil aliens in your backyard.  The television mini series also stars Jimmy Smits, CSI’s Marg Helgenberger, and our good friend Traci Lords.
   “The Tommyknockers,” aired on ABC, so there was no swearing involved... just lots of creepy violence.
   In 1994 she worked with Garner again as his ex-wife on the T.V. film, “The Rockford Files: I Still Love L.A.”
   She worked with Eddie Murphy in Wes Craven’s 1995 comedy/horror/romance, “Vampire in Brooklyn,” starred as Judge Martha Knowlton in the drama/thriller television movie “Eye of the Stalker,” appeared in 1996's “Chain Reaction,” with Keanu Reeves, Morgan Freeman, Rachel Weisz, Fred Ward, and our friend Brian Cox.   
   2001 saw Joanna in a John Carpenter joint, “Ghosts of Mars,” along with Ice Cube, Natasha Henstridge, Jason Statham, Pam Grier, and Clea DuVall. The film made $8,709,640 on a $28,483,221 budget, and drove Carpenter from the movie business until 2010.
   I liked it. I’m going to watch it tonight in fact. I sincerely hope I will suffer no adverse effects.
   In 2009 she worked with “Mad Men”’s Jon Hamm, the original Lara Croft, Rhona Mitra, and Jessica Chastain in the crime/drama “Stolen.”
   And besides working and excelling in many other fine films, shorts, and television shows, Joanna just wrapped (finished) “Too Late,” opposite John Hawkes and, completed the Blumhouse feature “Visions,” opposite Isla Fisher, Jim Parsons, and Eva Longoria.
   When she’s not working Joanna  is devoted to her art (painting, sculpting, acupuncture) and is a dedicated animal activist who advocates for animals, as well as miniature golfer, hot air balloonist,  free style spelunker, Irish stepdancer, and collector of old things, or  antiques.
   She presently resides in the Los Angeles area with her dogs, Kosygin, Ratmoor, and Mustafa Gahten.
   Her name in Elvish is Nessa Aldaríon.
   Vice: “It’s interesting that 30 years later, Zhora is still in you. What inspired you to create a YouTube video of the scene that was cut from the movie?”
   Joanna: “The older I get, the harder it is to be normal. I can’t stand all the things people say you aren’t supposed to do when you are older. I’m a dignified and eccentric lady who just doesn’t want to quit letting my imagination play out. I like doing silly things but deep down it’s a statement about not suppressing your creativity.”
   Here is the Snake Dance that was left out of “Blade Runner.”
   And finally, all of us here at Joyce’s Take wish Joanna and her family and friends continued good health and fortune, and of course, a very happy birthday.
   Happy Birthday Joanna!

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Skid Row Diary 42

























18   November   2003        Tuesday       Day 129



   I read the new Koontz book, “By the Light of the Moon,” until noon. This did not stop me from noticing Giselle’s schoolgirl mini.
   I got some work done on the Day Room’s computer, and had lunch with John. I don’t know what his last name is. I haven’t asked.
   I read today’s paper and learned that bus service will resume piecemeal, not being at full operating capacity until Friday. My October bus pass sticker will remain valid until the end of the year.
   I’m so happy that the buses will be running again. It makes it so much easier, sans car, to get from one place to another.
   I wrote during the afternoon, and finished the Koontz novel. Very good. More like his past body of work than the two previous novels, which I prefer as I hate change, which is a rather conservative trait, but in this instance it holds true for me.
   It took me a while to get used to Led Zeppelin’s evolving musical style as well.
   “By the Light of the Moon,” documented the true story of the very first team of superhero, do-gooders, who have the ability to teleport. Very rare.
   I think it could be made into a good movie, certainly an unusual one.
   No dog though.
   I watched Jackie Guerrido’s weather report. We are to maintain weather... at least for the next few days.
   It should hold at least until the Earth’s magnetic poles flip again, decreasing it’s ability to block the solar wind from frying the planet. This was the subject of tonight’s “Nova,” program.
   Currently the field exit’s from the South Pole and loops up around the Earth, reentering at the North Pole. This is caused by the movement of the molten iron core of the planet underneath us.
   As I mentioned, the field protects us from the Sun’s harmful radiation, and cosmic rays that come from deep space. It has protected us for billions of years. Without it no life would have evolved here. We’d be like Mars, whose core solidified eons ago.   
    It seems that every couple of hundred thousand years or so this crazy field gets it into it’s magnetic head to switch flowing from south to north, over to north to south, decreasing in intensity while doing so, the process taking about 300 years, during which the planet’s bombardment by high energy particles and radiation will increase, which will burn the hell out of living things, including us, causing an increase in the amount of deaths due to cancer. Coppertone will not help. We’re due for a flip right now. Over due.
   Fortunately, although the field’s strength is already decreasing in anticipation of the flip, it will still be about two or three hundred years before the change occurs. Hopefully we can stop all of our childish grumblings,  overcome our fear of economic ruin in order to survive physical ruin, stop poisoning the planet, and come up with a way to deal with the problem in a pragmatic, practical, and effective manner before it starts killing us off.
   That doesn’t sound like us though, does it? Not in this day and age. Perhaps if the field were to be disguised as a terrorist, and Halliburton could make a profit by dealing with it, and the oil and gas industry convinces us that somehow more smog will help, then we might start to do something about it. Maybe.
   Probably not though. We’re pretty much doomed.
   Such a pity. If ignorance and greed were taken from us we would have been such a promising civilization. I give us about two hundred years before society as we know it collapses.
   And I’m an optimist.
      KCET played Part II of “The Kennedy’s” which concerned John, Robert, and Edward. Not a great deal of new information to be had here, but interesting.
   I checked to see how Lauren Sanchez was doing on the 11 o’clock Channel 13 News.
   She was doing well.
   Precisely at midnight two automobiles collided below me at the intersection of 6th and San Pedro. Although the crash created a great deal of noise, which annoyed me considerably, no one seemed to be seriously injured.
   I tried to watch a Monty Python tape, but it was so garbled I couldn’t do it. I watched the last Shackleton episode instead, Part 3, in which he lost his ship and started out on the ice.
   This guy didn’t even get anywhere near the North Pole before things went to hell. He didn’t even make it to the continent.
   I ate a nice 3 Musketeers candy bar before going to sleep. I dreamt I was sitting on the rocky shores of South Australia, near Perth, with Christy Canyon and Seka (Dorothea H Patton), the Platinum Goddess of Porn in 70s. They were both wearing bikinis, which I thought rather odd as it was so cold and windy. We looked into the vast open ocean to the south toward Antarctica, just as I had 22 years previously with my fiance, Janine Cory.
   We couldn’t see anything. The ice was too far away.



19    November      Wednesday        Day 130



   That Rolling Stones song with the lyrics, “I used to love her, but it’s all over now,” sprang into my consciousness first thing upon awakening, and stayed there through my morning shower, until I made it half way to the VA Clinic for an 8 o’clock appointment with P.A. Brown, at which point it was replaced by Zeppelin’s “Rock and Roll.” I don’t know why.
   Giselle was wearing pants today, if you’re keeping score. She won’t be on the air at all tomorrow, taking a well deserved day off. Mark and Brian reported on President Bush’s trip to Great Britain. According to them Bush didn’t like it there because they didn’t have any weed, and that he didn’t like countries were you could become king just because your father was.
   P.A. Brown saw me for my 8:00 o’clock appointment at 8:40. This is fairly typical for doctors, who don’t seem to know what the word “appointment” means, but she is not a doctor.
   “Good morning, P.A. Brown,” I said upon entering her examination room.
   “Miss Brown. You can call me Miss Brown, of physician assistant Brown, or doctor Brown.”
   “I said P.A.”
   “That’s what I said. Miss Brown is fine. Just like I call you Mister Joyce. I’m not on a first name basis with anybody around here.”
   “I didn’t call you by your first name. I said “P.A. Brown!”
   “Oh... I’m sorry. I thought you said... oh, never mind. I owe you an apology.”
   “None needed.”
   Now that we got that all out of the way, we got down to business.
   I told her of the recent bouts of partial blindness, of amaurosis, and she asked me if I wanted to see an ophthalmologist.
   “Sure. Why not?”
   She had noticed that my thyroid was slowly, but steadily, becoming less functional, and scheduled me for an ultra sound procedure to look for possible thyroid tumors that might be strangling it.
    Tumors.
   She prescribed some more foot cream, and ordered a battery of blood tests, checking my cholesterol, liver function, and thyroid.
   And that’s about it.
   I went to the lab on the third floor and had some of my blood taken from me, then scheduled an appointment with ophthalmology for December 23rd.
   Christmas Eve Eve.
   I returned to the Weingart and checked my Email on the Day Room’s computer. Amnesty International had sent me a message, which allowed me to sign on to a letter advocating aid for the  children who arrive in the United States illegally.
   I fixed myself some eggs and cheese, while listening to George Bizet’s, Overture for Carmen. That will wake you up.
   Then I returned to the clinic for an ASAP meeting. Back and forth. Back and Forth. My life is so busy.
   Kathy couldn’t remember what day it was and called for the breath-a-lizer. She laughed and didn’t test herself. Very suspicious.
   We all discussed recovery from drugs and alcohol... which itself is a drug.
   Afterwards I caught a Dash downtown to check my mail. I got a letter from the food stamp people, letting me know they were going to pay me back all of the food stamps they had rightfully been withholding. $54.00 worth. All I had to do was go pick them up.
   I exchanged videos at the library, and used their computers.
   When I got back to the Weingart the big news on television was Michael Jackson being issued an arrest warrant for child molestation.
   After meditation I watched Mel Brooks first film, “The Producers,” starring Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder, the first manifestation which has led to today’s Tony Award winning stage production.
   It was not as good as I remembered it.
   And I watched a tape of 1982's “Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl,” which was a live (kind of) best of show.
   I’m not sure how wise it was to stage a comedy show in which most people already knew the punch lines, but everybody seemed to have a good time. Including me.
   Yet I feel asleep before it ended and dreamt that I was sleeping with Shirley Jones, the beautiful and talented star of “Oklahoma,” “Carousel,” “The Partridge Family,” and “Inmates: A Love Story.” I woke in my dream and looked at her lovely face. I didn’t remember how I got there. I was intrigued to discover that she snores slightly, in a pretty way. I tried to get out of bed without waking her when I noticed Marty Ingels, her husband, was on the other side of me. I was in the middle between them. As I was about to get up, Shirley rolled over, and her left leg... I’m pretty sure it was her left... fell across me.
   I had to stay where I was for the time being. There was nothing I could do.
   I felt helpless and alone.



20   November      Thursday     Day 131



   I took an 18 bus to the Red Line Station and took the train to MacArthur Park, to a check cashing place there where I picked up my $54.00 in food stamps. I spent four of those dollars at the 99 Cent Store, where I bought two packages of chicken sausages, one package of chicken Bologna, and a box of microwave popcorn (extra fat). I took the Red Line back to the 7th Street Station, downtown, and got $40.00 for the rest of my food stamps from the mom and pop coffee closet on 7th.
   I spent two hours immersed in the Internet at the library, visiting East Indian blanket weaving sites in Bangladesh.
   I also treated myself to Taco Bell fast food due to the fact that I was very hungry. I hadn’t eaten yet today, and didn’t plan to eat anything later. For $3.50 I got a cheese quesadilla, and two soft tacos. A black gentleman who was standing near the entrance offered me the opportunity to buy him a burrito. I declined that opportunity, but thanked him for the offer.
   A letter from John Manzano was waiting for me upon my arrival at the Weingart. He told me he expects to begin working as a bartender soon.
   He ended with this: “Hey Rick, if you stay there much longer the next time I see you you’ll have corn rows for a hairdo, smoking Kool cigarettes, and drinking grape drink.”
   Racist bastard.
   Michael Jackson was arrested today and spent about a half an hour in jail before posting 3 million in bail, after which he took off to Vegas.
   I, on the other hand, went to my room and wrote. I had no money for bail.
   I also watched the video of John Frankenheimer’s rendition of Thomas Harris’s first novel, “Black Sunday, starring Marthe Keller, Robert Shaw, and Bruce Dern. The film predicted a terrorist attack from the air using a Goodyear blimp, the twin of the one that flies over me as I sit at Drifters meetings. Keller and Dern use the blimp in an attempt to blow up the Superbowl.
   Tom Clancy, the author of books like “The Hunt for Red October,” and “Clear and Present Danger,” and the American military’s greatest fan, also predicted an air attack similar to 9/11, when he had a Japanese 747 fly into the Capital building while the President was addressing Congress, in 1994's “Debt of Honor.”
   So when Condoleezza Rice said “I don't think that anybody could have predicted that these people would take an airplane and slam it into the World Trade Center, take another one and slam it into the Pentagon, that they would try to use an airplane as a missile.” Well yes, there were people who predicted it, or something quite similar. 
     Oh yeah, there were also those direct warnings to President Bush about the possibility of a Al Qaeda attack which began in the spring of 2001, and by May 1st, the Central Intelligence Agency told the White House of a report that “a group presently in the United States” was planning a terrorist operation. Weeks later, on June 22nd, the daily brief reported that Qaeda strikes could be “imminent,” warnings that led to the infamous briefing of August 6th, 2001, by the Central Intelligence Agency, which headlined, “Bin Ladin Determined To Strike in US.”
   Other than these instances and examples who could have known what was about to happen?
   I also watched the last two hours of a Frontline three hour special on the life of Lee Harvey Oswald. In it, conspiracy theories are mostly dismissed, the overwhelming amount of evidence pointing to Oswald as John Kennedy’s killer.
   When I was 8 years old I happened to be home in our little apartment on Magnolia Blvd. in North Hollywood on  November 24th, 1963, watching television, as Oswald was being escorted out of a Texas police station’s basement when he was shot and killed by Jack Ruby, a strip club owner.
   Ruby died of a pulmonary embolism due to lung cancer while appealing a death sentence.
   Right after Frontline ended at midnight, Charlie Rose interviewed Noam Chomsky, the American linguist, philosopher, cognitive scientist, logician, political commentator, social justice activist, and anarcho-syndicalist advocate.
   Mr. Chomsky seemed like he had a lot of interesting things to say that I would have loved to hear, but couldn’t because Charlie wouldn’t shut the fuck up and let him talk! If I have one criticism of The Charlie Rose Show, it’s that he gets a bit more involved in the interviews than he should. An interviewers job is to ask questions, not make statements. Tonight Charlie did ask questions that Chomsky most graciously attempted to answer (concerning the president’s imperialistic policies, democratic societies in Brazil and India, etc.), then Charlie would start arguing with him, interrupting him, then change the subject before Noam could finish answering. If I were Chomsky I would have yelled, “Do you want me to answer, or not!” Or walk off the set. One of the two.
   I also watched the 1998 U.S. Comedy Arts Festival tribute to Monty Python, the first time the troop appeared together without Graham Chapman, who had died of cancer in 1989. It took place in Denver, of all places, and I noticed that most of the cast of the sit-com “Cheers,” was sitting in the audience.
   A terrible snafu occurred when Terry Gilliam accidentally knocked over the urn which contained Chapman’s ashes, showering them throughout the room.
   I went to sleep and dreamt I was doing the Fish Slapping Dance, with Marthe Keller, “All Saints,” Melanie Blatt, Univision’s Ana Patricia Rojo, and Claudia Adkins, the beautiful and talented star of “Hot Spot,” “Devil Girl,” “I Swallow 16,” and many other fine films.
   We all wound up in the Thames.


21   November    Friday        Day 132


   It was evil twin day on Despierta America. Okay, look-a-like at least. And I don’t really think they were evil. The manic chickens were, I’m certain of that.
   The regular cast invited their look-a-likes on the show... Giselle, Fernando, Fat Guy, Ana, the News Lady, each had their own, who apparently had sent in tapes displaying their strong resemblances to the cast, or tapes of them acting out as the cast. They even dressed alike, Giselle and her twin wearing matching black open blouses, white mini skirts, boots, and turquoise nipple rings.
   The mad chicken, who terrorized the cast last Halloween, even had a twin. At the end of the show both of them took off chasing the hosts and guests throughout the studio, as is mad chicken custom.
   It will be interesting to see if there’s anyone left to host the show come Monday morning.
   I’m praying for you Giselle!
   I read from Homer’s “Iliad,” in the original ancient Greek, until lunch time, which was very trying, as I don’t read Greek.
   I was forced to use my “Ancient Greek/English dictionary, which was slow going.
   Chicken drumsticks (not mad) for lunch. I sat with John. I left right after consuming my sane drumsticks in order to get to the ASAP meeting on time.
   Five minutes after the meeting began Ron McCree shuffled in. Kathy asked us to each lay out what our plans were for Thanksgiving, and what we were thankful for.
   When it was my turn I said, “I’m going to buy some food and take it over to his house [pointing to McCree] and have him cook it up.” At this point every one laughed... except Ron. “And I guess I’m thankful for being healthy and relatively undamaged.”
   I supplied a sample of fresh grade AA urine before leaving with Ron. He’s still waiting to be paid. He’s always waiting to be paid. We walked south, through Little Tokyo, looking for a place that sold newspapers. We didn’t find one there. We stopped at the Service Spot, where Ron got lost in conversation with the desk clerk lady. I used their phone to check my voice mail. Two people had called me about jobs over twelve days ago. One nurse had called to remind me of yesterday’s medical appointment. I erased all of these messages, pried McCree out of there, bought a paper from Jack’s, and gave Ron some Top Ramen, fruit juice, the Bologna I had bought yesterday, and a can of turkey chile from my room. I told him he could make $30 if he wanted to go with me Monday to donate blood plasma. He said he would.
   I went upstairs and made some tea. On television, Debra Norville was talking to a 18 year old girl who had lost her left arm three weeks ago in a shark attack.
   I’m glad I don’t surf, although I could cope if it was my left arm that was taken, not my right. I er... write, with my right arm.
   For the four years I was in the navy, three of them on a ship, I never once went in the ocean.
   Not once.
   Anyway, I read and wrote, watched Jackie’s weather report. I’m amazed she doesn’t topple over at times.
   I was able to get good enough reception on Fox to tape the immortal “Dude, Where’s My Car?” at 8:00, starring Jennifer Garner, Marla Sokoloff, Kristy Swanson, and Mitzi Martin. The film recounts the true story (don’t take my word for it, there’s a disclaimer right at the beginning of the movie) of the search for the Continuum Transfunctioner, whose mystery is only exceeded by it's power, and the subsequent saving of the universe from certain destruction.
   This is weighty stuff here, and this film deserves a lot more respect then it has so far received. I paid to see this movie while in a transitional period in Santa Barbara. Granted, at the time I didn’t have anything else to do, but that hardly matters, it’s still a well written, acted, and produced piece of work. And at times funny.
   The guys in the day room jammed themselves in there watching Angelina Jolie in both of the Tomb raiders movies. I had to push through all of that in order to heat anything in the microwave.
   I checked to see how Lauren Sanchez was doing on the 11 o’clock Channel 13 News.
   She was Okay.
   Then I watched Roman Polanski’s “Chinatown,” starring Faye Dunaway and John Houston. Written by Robert Towne, it’s a marvelous film.
   I currently live just a few blocks from Chinatown. That’s why I do as little as possible.
   Before going to sleep I read half of the first act of Paddy Chayefsky’s “The Tenth Man,” a comedy/drama concerning aged Jews, mental illness, and self realization. I fell asleep before finishing the act.
      And dreamt I was running through the orange groves of the San Fernando Valley, with Faye Dunaway, Lara Croft, Jennifer Ganer, Marla Sokoloff, Kristy Swanson, and Mitzi Martin. I was naked, and the girls were all running away from me.
   They were wearing string bikinis, which I though was rather odd because girls don’t usually wear bikinis in orange groves.
   At least in my experience.
  

Friday, July 24, 2015

In Rememberance of Riley Ann Sawyer and Lilly Belle Burk









I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents…. They are accidents and no one’s fault, as used to be thought. Once they were considered the visible punishments for concealed sins. And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be mental or psychic monsters born? The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul? -John Steinbeck, “East of Eden”


   On their anniversary, for as long as Joyce’s Take is active and being published, as much as it is possible, I will post the stories below of Riley Ann Sawyers and Lilly Belle Burk, who were brutally murdered two years apart, on July 25th, 2007, and July 24th, 2009 respectively.



   Riley Ann

Sunday, September 20, 2009

   It's terrifying to write this. So I won't. The following are actual excerpts from various news reports:
   On Oct. 29, 2007, fisherman Robert Spinn of Bayou Vista found a storage container on an uninhabited island about a mile offshore in Galveston Bay, Texas. It contained cement and a blonde toddler wrapped in three plastic bags. "I ripped the bags (in the container) open with some fishing pliers. I saw a shoe. I knew it was a person." Sheriff’s investigators named the girl “Baby Grace” and embarked on 26-day media blitz to confirm her identity.
   Nellie Zeigler heard about “Baby Grace” on a talk radio program and found an artist’s sketch of her on the Internet.
   The toddler's identity was a mystery for weeks until Sheryl Sawyers of Ohio, saw an artist's sketch of the girl and told authorities in Texas she thought it was her granddaughter. The call from Sheryl Sawyers led authorities to Royce Clyde Zeigler II (24) and Kimberly Dawn Trenor (19), who had invented a story that their daughter, Riley Ann Sawyers had been taken away by child welfare officials in Ohio.
   Riley was born and lived in Ohio until her mother Kimberly separated from Robert Sawyers, and took Riley to Texas last summer. Kimberly met Royce Zeigler playing the online game World of Warcraft, and had an online relationship with him.
   Kimberly's defense attorney portrayed Trenor as a scared 19-year-old girl who had moved to Texas from Ohio to marry a man she met while playing an online game, and after two brief encounters. She said Riley's father, her former boyfriend, had assaulted her and Zeigler was her "knight in shining armor, her Texas cowboy."
   They married June 1st, 2007, and settled in Spring, Texas.
   Although Zeigler's mother Nellie, and her husband didn’t approve of “ready-made marriages,” she said the family opened their home to Trenor and Riley and quickly came to love and adore the vibrant, charismatic and intelligent toddler who brightened their lives.
   Nellie Zeigler recalled going to the couple’s home in June to deliver milk and snacks, saying she knocked on the door, but it took Trenor a while to answer. "Kim had a belt wrapped around her shoulder," Nellie Zeigler testified.
   The following week, Nellie Zeigler picked up Riley on Saturday morning, eventually changed
her diaper and was disgusted with what she saw.
   “Her little butt was bruised, greenish, yellowish, purplish, and I got mad,” Mrs. Zeigler said. “I
let her watch cartoons, anxious for Kim and Royce to come over."
   Nellie Zeigler told the couple she disapproved of the belt discipline, saying both dropped their heads."Mom. This is never going to happen again," Nellie said of how her son replied. "After that, I never saw bruises on her again."
   The weekends of mall shopping and bonding ended abruptly with Riley’s death July 25, 2007, and Nellie Zeigler would spend the next four months agonizing over the whereabouts of the “sunshine of our lives.”
   Nellie Zeigler eventually learned Ohio officials didn’t have Riley, and she and her husband confronted Trenor, asking her why she wouldn’t tell authorities her girl was kidnapped.“My husband said, ‘Kim. You’re lying,’ and the third time he asked, she jumped up and starts to cuss us out,” Nellie Zeigler testified. “She shot the finger at us and said ‘F---you! F---you! F---you!’”
   The confrontation continued upstairs, Nellie said. "What kind of mother are you?’” Nellie Zeigler said. “‘You show no emotion. You never talk about her. You never seem to care where
she's at.' I'm crying and she's smiling at me."
   The two had more heated words, when Trenor said, “You’re going to pay for this,” Nellie Zeigler testified. The couple left, she said.
   Royce Zeigler worked for a company contracted to create schedules for petrochemical companies, earning $54,000 annually. The fatal beating happened after Zeigler stayed home from work to make sure his wife was following his discipline plan, the defense said.
   According to Trenor's attorney, Tommy Stickler Jr., Zeigler wanted Trenor to spank Riley with a belt when she failed to say things like "please" and "yes sir" or "no sir." Zeigler didn't believe Trenor was doing it, however, because the 2-year-old's behavior wasn't changing. A list was found by authorities after the arrest of the couple for the murder of Riley, the list, called "Rules for Riley," included such things as "being polite," "behaves in public," "toys stay in her room" and "listen to mom & me." There was space for a 10th item on the list but it was left blank.
   During her opening statement, Assistant District Attorney Kayla Allen detailed for jurors the day that she said Riley Ann died for forgetting to say "please" and "yes, sir. "Allen said that on July 25th, 2007, Trenor and Zeigler disciplined Riley by whipping her with a belt, pushing her head against a pillow and holding her head under water. She said Zeigler grabbed Riley and tossed her across the room, fracturing her skull. An autopsy concluded the skull fractures caused her death. Riley died of three skull fractures she received when Zeigler, threw the child across the room, authorities said.
   Riley Ann Sawyers tried to stop her mother and stepfather from beating her to death by reaching out to her mother and saying, "I love you," assistant district attorney Kayla Allen told jurors earlier in the day during her opening statement. The toddler's pleas didn't stop her mother from brutalizing her, the prosecutor said. "To the very end, Riley said, 'I love you' to her mom. She's reaching out," Allen said. "That's her lifeline, to her mother. What does Kim do after hearing her say I love you? She starts beating her."
   "I said we have to get her to a hospital. (Zeigler) said, 'No we can't. We'll go to jail,' " Trenor said in the videotape, crying. "There came a point where she stopped breathing. He started doing CPR on the floor. He took her ... and handed her over to me. I could just feel her going cold."
   At the defense table, Trenor's eyes teared up as she watched the videotape on a large screen.
   Several jurors wiped away tears.
   Galveston County Chief Medical Examiner Stephen Pustilnik Testified that any one of three skull fractures he found during his autopsy could have killed Riley. He said that it would have been apparent within seconds of one of the fractures that Riley was in need of medical help. Symptoms included a change in body temperature, headache and the inability to stand up, he said, all symptoms described by Trenor in her statement to investigators. She said that Zeigler accused Riley of faking when she was unable to stand.
   After Riley was killed, beaten so badly that Trenor said Zeigler complained of it making his shoulder sore, the couple bought a plastic container, partially filled it with cement, stuffed her beaten body inside and stored it in a shed for two months. They tried to bury it in a wooded area north of their home, but when that failed, they dumped it in Galveston Bay in September.
   The seven-woman, five man jury took less than two hours to convict Kimberly Trenor of capital murder in the slaying of her 2-year-old daughter. Trenor will receive an automatic life sentence without parole because prosecutors did not seek the death penalty due to technical reasons peculiar to Texas law. Jury foreman Randal Rothschild said it didn't take the panel long to reach a verdict because we had all the evidence. Apparently the jury felt it was pretty cut and dried. As his eyes teared up, Rothschild added, "It was a very emotional trial."
   Zeigler will be tried for capital murder in a separate trial. No date has been set yet.
   The island where the toddler's body was found was officially renamed "Riley's Island." A wooden cross bearing a plaque with her name was placed there as a memorial, but Hurricane Ike washed it away on Sept. 13.
   A Mr. Miller, who made that cross, said he is making a new one and hopes that he and Riley's family can place it on the island later.
   "It's sad the cross is gone. But as much damage as the hurricane did, I was afraid the whole island would be wiped away," he said. "God did not want that to happen. The cross will be put there again in her honor."
   In Mentor, Ohio, pink balloons were released into the wintry sky after the funeral for Riley. Some of the balloons had cards attached with her picture and an address where the finder could return it to her family in northeast Ohio. The balloon release coincided with similar releases around the world in memory of the toddler, who had been nicknamed Baby Grace.
   "People all over the world adored this child. She was loved and cherished by everyone," Riley's great-uncle, Mike Nebelski, said in a eulogy.
   "Let's not forget Riley. Let's not forget all the other kids out there who are missing," he said.
   After the service and balloon release, the funeral procession left for Mentor Cemetery for burial of the 36-inch coffin. Inside was an urn with the girl's ashes and various other items, including a dress and a stuffed animal toy.
   Riley Ann Sawyers was with us for 866 days. Her online memorial can be found here.

   On November 6, 2009, Royce Zeigler was convicted of capital murder and received an automatic sentence of life imprisonment without the possibility of parole




                                                                Lily Belle Burk




   Soon the donut and noodle people came. The line had grown to over a block long. I got mine, seven donuts, and I took the soup too, then was on my way home.
Unbeknownst to me, and unknown to me until Monday morning, approximately and hour and forty five minutes before I secured my 7 donuts, the body of Lily Belle Burk, age 17, was found near the intersection of Fifth St. and Alameda, about a block from my box. She was discovered by an employee of a nearby business, presumably the same gas station where Paul and I had inflated his dolly's tires a few days previously (see, Puzzles & Bricks). She was found in her own black Volvo, in the passenger seat, apparently having been bludgeoned to death and her neck slashed. There were signs of a struggle.
   She had left her home in Los Feliz the day before at about 2:30 to pick up some papers for her mother from the Southwestern University School of Law, where her mother worked as an adjunct professor. About an hour later she made calls to both of her parents asking them how she might get cash from an ATM machine using her credit card, something her card was not set up to do.    Her parents state that she did not sound distressed.
   She did not return Friday night and her parents contacted police and filed a missing persons report.
   The next morning her body was discovered. Police estimate she had been dead from 5:00PM the day before.
   That Friday at 5:30PM, Charlie Samuel, aged 50, was arrested on suspicion of possessing drugs and drug paraphernalia on 3rd Street. His fingerprints were discovered in Lily's Volvo and is now being held on suspicion of murder without bail. Sources said Samuel had a previous history of assault with a deadly weapon, robbery, and kidnaping, and if he did indeed kill that lovely young girl I am ashamed that I am against the death penalty.
   From the LA Times: "The thing we want people to know about Lily is that she was a beautiful person and that she was looking forward to her life. She was funny, warm, kind and empathetic. She was deeply and widely loved," read the statement from her parents, Deborah Drooz and Gregory Burk, a Times freelancer who writes about pop music.
   Burk was supposed to begin her senior year at Oakwood School in North Hollywood in the fall.
She was set to star in her high school's production of a David Mamet play and planned to volunteer helping the homeless this summer."
   Dear Erin, I hope your heaven is real, and Lily now resides there.
   My sincere condolences go to her parents, family, and friends.
   May she rest in peace.
   Update from NBC Los Angeles, May 28th 2010:

   Charlie Samuel was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole for the July 24, 2009, slaying of Lily Belle Burk. During the sentencing hearing, he apologized to the girl's family.

   He pleaded guilty first-degree murder, kidnapping to commit robbery, second-degree robbery, attempted first-degree ATM robbery, carjacking and kidnapping for carjacking. He admitted special circumstance allegations of murder during a carjacking, kidnapping and robbery.

   The plea deal saved him from a possible death sentence