Some of us rare souls love the cold weather. I love the rain, the gloom, the drifts of snow. Do realize though, that i don't work in it, and don't have to travel in it. I do get to look out my window at the beautiful first flakes of white settling beautifully on our city. Then the aftermath sets in and it isn't pretty. But it's winter and it's suppose to be cold. Summer will soon be here and we will be complaining about the heat and humidity. I prefer the cold!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Pet Peeve Du jour. Winter--It's Suppose to be Cold
It's winter, my favorite season, it's cold, it's suppose to be. We are in the northeast and it's suppose to be cold. Weather fluctuates and goes through cycles.
CBS Sunday Morning with Charles Kuralt. Over, and Over, and Over...
My favorite tv show by far is now known as CBS Sunday Morning and is hosted by the heartwarming Charles Osgood or Charlie as i like to think of him. He stepped in in 1994 when the man i loved, Charles Kuralt, retired. He died shortly after.
The feeling of nirvana took over my body for a brief moment this past Sunday morning as i sat on the bed with my breakfast on the tray and the coffee at the ready. The anticipation was there It was Sunday morning, 9 am and time for CBS Sunday Morning.
I started watching shortly after the show debuted in January 1979. Doc Severinsen's trumpet blared and the logo's sun erupted in front of the screen. There have been brief faithful watching interruptions, but on almost any Sunday i will be sitting in front of my screen. The theme song's been replayed by the brilliant trumpeter Winton Marsalis, the host has changed, but my love for the show has not.
There is an opening segment that sets the trends in the show. Usually some topic relevant to the time. That segment is followed by four or five more segments and include interesting happening with interesting people. The producers along with the writers and interviewers are, in my mind, brilliant. The show is beautifully put together and almost never boring.
My sister, also a faithful watcher, said the other day that she thought the show should be a half hour shorter. "No way" i said. It's only because she wasn't interested in a particular topic. It happens occasionally, but NO the ninety minutes is perfect.
Charles Kuralt always had at least one segment on the arts. Could be an old man who was so enamored of a particular object, say bottle caps or old license plates, that he saw fit to cover his whole house with millions of the collected passion. Could be an artist who still makes violins in the back woods of Kentucky. When Charlie Osgood took over it seems as if occasionally there is not a segment on the art's. The is one segment ALMOST every Sunday bur not every Sunday. I complain on my facebook page. I'm sure it isn't Mr. Osgood's fault but it's someone's and they should be fired. We NEED the arts to survive. See, i get emotional about the show. Mr. Osgood though, occasionally plays, on the piano, a tune he wrote and also recites poetry he's composed.. I love him for that. He's a cool dude.
At the close there is a quiet segment of nature of some kind. No music, no talking, just the scene with whatever sound nature provides--babbling brook, falling snow, rutting moose. The scenes are endless and sometimes too short depending on time i'm sure. When i went back to college in my mid 40's, i did a video piece called "Anatomy of a Play" The quiet segment of Sunday Morning was the basis for my transitions in the piece. I learned from Sunday morning that silence is a production value too.
I once sent a sun made out of wire and glass globs to the show. It was shortly before Charles Kuralt left. They did not use my sun. Boo!!!!
The feeling of nirvana took over my body for a brief moment this past Sunday morning as i sat on the bed with my breakfast on the tray and the coffee at the ready. The anticipation was there It was Sunday morning, 9 am and time for CBS Sunday Morning.
I started watching shortly after the show debuted in January 1979. Doc Severinsen's trumpet blared and the logo's sun erupted in front of the screen. There have been brief faithful watching interruptions, but on almost any Sunday i will be sitting in front of my screen. The theme song's been replayed by the brilliant trumpeter Winton Marsalis, the host has changed, but my love for the show has not.
There is an opening segment that sets the trends in the show. Usually some topic relevant to the time. That segment is followed by four or five more segments and include interesting happening with interesting people. The producers along with the writers and interviewers are, in my mind, brilliant. The show is beautifully put together and almost never boring.
My sister, also a faithful watcher, said the other day that she thought the show should be a half hour shorter. "No way" i said. It's only because she wasn't interested in a particular topic. It happens occasionally, but NO the ninety minutes is perfect.
Charles Kuralt always had at least one segment on the arts. Could be an old man who was so enamored of a particular object, say bottle caps or old license plates, that he saw fit to cover his whole house with millions of the collected passion. Could be an artist who still makes violins in the back woods of Kentucky. When Charlie Osgood took over it seems as if occasionally there is not a segment on the art's. The is one segment ALMOST every Sunday bur not every Sunday. I complain on my facebook page. I'm sure it isn't Mr. Osgood's fault but it's someone's and they should be fired. We NEED the arts to survive. See, i get emotional about the show. Mr. Osgood though, occasionally plays, on the piano, a tune he wrote and also recites poetry he's composed.. I love him for that. He's a cool dude.
At the close there is a quiet segment of nature of some kind. No music, no talking, just the scene with whatever sound nature provides--babbling brook, falling snow, rutting moose. The scenes are endless and sometimes too short depending on time i'm sure. When i went back to college in my mid 40's, i did a video piece called "Anatomy of a Play" The quiet segment of Sunday Morning was the basis for my transitions in the piece. I learned from Sunday morning that silence is a production value too.
I once sent a sun made out of wire and glass globs to the show. It was shortly before Charles Kuralt left. They did not use my sun. Boo!!!!
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