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Anime director Satoshi Kon dies, aged 46.
Kon passed away passed yesterday after losing a battle with pancreatic cancer.

The filmmaker's work includes Perfect Blue, Millennium Actress and Paprika.

Kon was working on fantasy-adventure animation, "Yumemiru Kikai (Dream Machine)", due for release in 2011, at the time of his death. Featuring a futuristic adventure starring a robot, it would have been his first work aimed at children after he produced a series of what he called "animations which adults can enjoy".
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It is with deep regret that I post this news. After a massive search, Andrew Koenig has been found dead of suicide in Stanley park. He was fun, attractive, and charming, and though socially we only touched lightly in passing, I adored him, and he was family to many of mine. He will be missed.
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Alexander McQueen was found dead in his apartment today. This is going to make me sad all day. He made beautidul things, and his madness will be missed.

at a loss

Aug. 6th, 2009 06:57 pm
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David's rabbit Emmerson abruptly died today.

Upon arriving home, I also discovered that both my cats are suddenly sick. Tanaquil is not keeping food down and Tanith has diarrhea. I'm concerned there is a particular illness affecting all of them, but don't know anything about cross-species disease.

Does anyone here have any information?

I cannot afford to take them to the vet.
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Pirkle Jones, Marin County, by Ansel Adams, 1948.

Photographer Pirkle Jones, best known for his images of California's migrant workers and changing landscape (including a collaboration with Dorothea Lange) and his iconic Black Panther pictures, has died at 95.
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Cramps Frontman Lux Interior R.I.P.

"Lux Interior, the awesomely ghoulish frontman for sleazed-up New York rockabilly OGs the Cramps, died today in Glendale, California." - Pitchfork Media.
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R.I.P. Patrick McGoohan

"..most famous as the character known only as Number Six in "The Prisoner," a sci-fi tinged 1960s British series in which a former spy is held captive in a small enclave known only as The Village, where a mysterious authority named Number One constantly prevents his escape.

McGoohan came up with the concept and wrote and directed several episodes of the show, which has kept a devoted following in the United States and Europe for four decades.

Born in New York on March 19, 1928, McGoohan was raised in England and Ireland, where his family moved shortly after his birth. He had a busy stage career before moving to television, and won a London Drama Critics Award for playing the title role in the Henrik Ibsen play "Brand.""

He'll always be Number One.

EDIT: Equally bad news, Ricardo Montalbán passed away today as well.
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PingMag, the Tokyo based magazine about "Design and Making Things", is shutting down

I've been an almost daily reader of PingMag for at least two years, thrilled to have found a site so consistently fascinating. I'm more than sad they had to throw in the towel, I'm actually somewhat shocked. From their site:
Dear PingMag readers,

It’s the last day of 2008, and we have a sad announcement to make.

From today, PingMag will be taking an extended hiatus, and will not be updated for the foreseeable future.

PingMag has been running for 3 and a half years now, and over that time literally millions of you, from every single corner of the planet, have visited, read our articles, left comments, linked to us on your blogs, sent us letters of support - some of you have even flown to Tokyo to join us!

We are eternally grateful for your fantastic support over the years.

It is only because of you all that we have managed to keep PingMag going this long, and with every article - and there have been around 1000 of them! - we have made new friends, and found new, exciting people and places here in Japan and all over the world.

Thank you! Thank you for all your love and good will. We can only offer our sincerest apologies that we are unable to continue returning your fantastic generosity.

As well as you our readers, so many of you have actually contributed to PingMag, in so many different ways. It isn’t possible for me to thank everyone personally here, but many of you are credited in the about page, and anyone who we’ve missed, our apologies! Every contribution, however big or small, has made PingMag what it is, and you will always be a precious member of the team.

The world is facing tough times right now, and many of you may have uncertain months ahead. Wherever you are and whatever your circumstances, we wish you all the very best of luck, and look forward to being able to meet again, we hope, at some point in the future.

All the very best wishes from Tokyo,

Tom, and the entire PingMag team.
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Mer says, "Just a quick goodbye air kiss to glamourpuss Eartha Kitt, who passed away today [Dec 25th] at the age of 81. It’s nice to picture her sitting on some sparkling, inter-dimensional yacht this evening, having scintillating conversation over moon martinis with [the also, sadly, recently deceased] Harold Pinter."

Also recently lost to us is Gene Rodenberry's widow, Majel Barrett-Roddenberry, "the First Lady of Star Trek", who died in her home of leukemia December 18.

last night

Dec. 12th, 2008 10:10 am
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R.I.P. Bettie Mae Page (April 22, 1923 - December 11, 2008).

As I'm sure most of you know, Bettie Page slipped into a coma earlier this week. Apparently she didn't recover. "With deep personal sadness I must announce that my dear friend and client Bettie Page passed away at 1841 this evening in a Los Angeles hospital," her agent Mark Roesler said. She was 85.
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via neat-o-rama:
When Carnegie Mellon University professor Randy Pausch learned that he only had months to live, he turned his last lecture in September 2007 into a lesson on life. The lecture, titled Really Achieving Your Childhood Dream, became an Internet sensation. It was viewed over 3.4 million times on YouTube

Randy Pausch died of pancreatic cancer today. He was 47.

In his honor, let’s take another look at Randy Pausch’s last lecture, where he talked about life lessons he learned and gave advice to students on how to overcome obstacles and achieve their own goals:

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Michel's just passed on some very sad news, our friend Stéphane Peru died last weekend. It's very unexpected, he was only 26.

excuse me?

Jan. 22nd, 2008 03:57 pm
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My f-list just did a fun little thing. All in row, [ profile] skonen_blades sends me an e-mail with the news, Keith sends a messenger note, [ profile] warren_ellis sends out a related Bad Signal, then [ profile] wyldkyss, [ profile] quipper, [ profile] smogo, [ profile] robotangel, [ profile] flemco, [ profile] useless_facts, [ profile] cmpriest, [ profile] benpeek, [ profile] city_of_dis, [ profile] rollick, [ profile] budgie_uk, and [ profile] ladyjaida all post to varying degrees that an actor named Heath Ledger has just been found dead. Then [ profile] calamityjon, a voice of reason, comes to the fore, "Wow, CNN is reporting that Allan Melvin died. Crazy."

(I love [ profile] calamityjon).

So, fess up people, who the heck was Heath Ledger that he merits this blogging explosion? Isn't this sort of thing fairly low down the list of important information? I've never even heard of him.

Me, I would think Man Found Overdosed In Mary Kate Olson's Apartment would be the big head-line.

I'm sorry.

Sep. 23rd, 2007 06:56 pm
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For those who have been aware:

I received news this grey afternoon from Alvin, currently in Bangkok, confirming our worst fears.

Larisa Fayad, a friend and colleague, unfortunately did not survive the fatal plane crash last Sunday in Phuket, Thailand.
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Marcel Marceau
22 March, 1923 - 22 Sept, 2007

"... the National Mime Workers Association has asked Americans to observe a moment of noise tomorrow at noon in honor of French mime Marcel Marceau."
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My evening plans dissolved under the frayed-temper weight of a mid-run rehearsal that went late, went later, then turned into an improbable, cramped-in-the-back-of-the-car expedition to Burnaby to The Arts Institute, until finally, tired, worn, at four in the morning, I was dropped off home.

Part of me knows why I let these things happen, but the rest of me is speculating on a possible homicidal spree. Something you can all hear about on the radio. Trading in famous for infamous with the merest arterial spray.

Today was the anniversary of the World Trade disaster, the strength of misplaced faith moving towers instead of mountains, but until I signed on-line, I heard not a word on it. Even then, coverage was sparse. In six years, it's had time to fade, but also to become one of Those Questions, "What do you do?" "Where are you from?" "Where were you on September 11th?" The immediacy has merely shifted focus, become diluted through our culture like waxy ink through blood. A slow acting poison, changing our perspectives.

I was in bed, until I wasn't anymore. Cory and Jon in the den, glued to the TV. We all have our stories, sitting in cars, unlucky at airports, the entire world spinning still, like a record slowing down, just in time for the second plane to crash in. Fire, collapse. Do you remember the jumpers? Echoes. Of anywhere, I wanted to be there.

Before, we had the Berlin Wall. A glorious thing, people dancing on the ruins, encapsulating history in joy. Now we sit around the dinner table, frown, and recite our whereabouts, how we felt, what we think should be done. A very different "Before". Politics, everywhere. Always America. The circus in flames.

Duncan and Scott, a Scots-Canadian and an American, have posts I think you should read. I am too lonely, too tired, too emptied by my day to properly have my own words.

I am sorry, world, that we have failed you so. It would have been better to remember the wall.
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R.I.P. Ingmar Bergman

“Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.”

“I have no regrets. I wouldn't have lived my life the way I did if I was going to worry about what people were going to say.”

And the creative world flinches as it suddenly becomes a little less interesting.


And R.I.P. Michelangelo Antonioni too.


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