Miami, Florida has been in continuous celebration. The Cuban families wave their flags, shouting “Cuba Libre.” Not only has the death of Fidel Castro brought to the Cuban people hope but for some – justice.
When you die in the digital age, pieces of you live on forever. In your emails, your social media posts and uploads, in the texts and videos you’ve messaged, and for some – even in their secret online lives few even know about. But what if that digital existence took on a life of its own?
Ross, a low level FBI employee, faces that very question as he starts spending his days online talking to his wife Charlie, who died 8 months ago…But what feels like an unbelievable gift starts to bring up some very real moral and ethical predicaments, as Ross discovers LifeAfter, the program that brought his wife – and countless others back to life online. But what is “life” if you can be preserved digitally? And if you live online, where do you spend eternity?
Good work doesn’t just happen. Even the stories and songs you and I loved the most were once thoughtfully and carefully planned. So, why do we expect sometimes for creative things to just happen on their own? As if the universe guarantees and rewards us with great work at command?
Creating is not for the lazy and unprepared. And the universe promises nothing. Who are we kidding? We know what we need to do.
Stage fright is my worst problem. – Andrea Bocelli
My mother used to work at an adult day care center back in the 80’s. If anyone knew the smell of old people, that was me. And I got to experience that an early age too. The wet kisses, the hand shaking of cold wrinkly hands, and pinch on the cheeks. All of it.
I was fortunate enough to go visit more than usual with my mom. I must of been three or four around the time. I don’t remember much. But I do remember this scene: The day Bozo the Clown stuck a microphone on my face.
I was a big Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fan as a kid (still am). If you ask my parents how many times I saw the part one live-action movie, “Cuarenta mil veces,” my dad will probably respond. English translation — forty millions times. That’s an exaggerated way of saying a lot. Like a lot a lot.