M.K.
22 November 2011 @ 01:32 pm


Watch this video on mute while listening to "Used to Be a Sweet Boy" by Morrissey.
 
 
 
M.K.
22 November 2011 @ 01:01 pm


Put this video on mute and watch it while listening to "Now My Heart is Full" by Morrissey.
 
 
 
M.K.
14 September 2011 @ 10:58 pm

love him, love him, love him
 
 
 
M.K.
08 January 2011 @ 03:21 am

 
 
Current Mood: insomnio
 
 
 
M.K.
04 April 2010 @ 09:35 pm
"The holiness of creating is my joy. Being in the moment--time and space are negated and we know our true self--Eternal, joyous and free. There is only love. The feeling comes from any type of creation--writing, speaking, performing, playing guitar, sitting quietly and relaxing. I live for this. This is Life."
-- Bill Hicks
 
 
 
M.K.
18 February 2010 @ 12:18 pm
 
 
 
M.K.
13 December 2008 @ 10:59 pm
To the Kennelley Family-

I’m so sorry I can’t be there to celebrate Des’ life. Des and I met when she transferred from Aetron in Covina to Aerojet in Azusa. This was in the middle 60’s. We both worked in Systems Engineering. When “Secretarial Services” was established, I became supervisor. I then enrolled Des as my “lead girl.” She was a flurry on the typewriter and seldom made a mistake. She could really put out the work, typing technical reports full of equations.

Des was a classy lady and kept up with the latest fashions. She had a lovely figure which I attribute to her brown bag- a little package of cheese and crackers. How she managed on so little, I’ll never know.

She was the most intelligent woman I knew. Ask her anything and she knew the answer. She could have made the Kennelley family wealthy had she appeared on Jeopardy or other quiz shows. Very few people knew she was a member of Mensa.

Des had that unique English sense of humor and was just fun to be around. One day, after having a discussion on numerous subjects, she announced to everyone in the room, (about 7 women) “Well, I have to go pee.” We all stared at her and then laughed as she left the room.

Des could lay tile, keep a beautiful garden, write poetry and songs (which we sang at our annual Christmas party), was creative in our holiday customs at work such as Halloween, Christmas, 4th of July, did crossword puzzles in ink, loved jigsaw puzzles, and was an avid speed-reader. She would read a book in one day. The only thing she couldn’t master was a computer and how to tape programs on the TV. Electronics was not her bag.

She finally became an editor in Tech Pubs which she had longed to do. And a great one she was.

Des was a creature of habit and there was no changing her mind. The whole time I knew her, she went to the Laundromat on Friday evenings (finally bought a washer and dryer), had her hair done on Saturday mornings (until retirement, then switched to Friday mornings) and grocery shopped on Saturdays. Until the day she passed she grocery shopped among the throngs on Saturday.

Foremost in her mind were her two sons, Chris and Cam, and over the years came pictures of grandchildren, who by the way, she helped educate. Many pictures were on her walls at work.

This time of year she would be making her sausage rolls and shopping for Christmas “crackers,” a tradition in England.

I loved the old girl and will really miss her. My toast to her is – “One Tanqueray martini – straight up- with two olives.”

Marlene