Six Years Gone, and Good Riddance


Six years ago this past week, my dad died. I think I'm finally coming to terms with it all, coming to terms with the fact that he was no father to me, that he literally left my sister & me to fend for ourselves almost twenty years prior to his death, when my sister & I were merely teenagers. Ahh, but that was just the legal part (if it's even true, but who cares, because to delve deeper would involve characters in my life that I hate and care not to associate with ever again). In retrospect, "dad" left me and my sister behind, many years before that. Recent revelations make a lot of shit make sense and at the…

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James


James was a little boy. Nine years old. We say "old", as in "nine years old", but nine years on earth is not a long time and does not make you old. Certainly not old enough to die. One of my former co-workers had a son. His name was James. I think you can tell what happened. Doing some research the best I can tell is that James had acute lymphoblastic leukemia, but the exact diagnosis is irrelevant at this point. Suffice to say, it was cancer. The Big Casino, as Uncle Junior called it on "The Sopranos". Indeed. One never knows how Lady Luck is gonna deal the cards, and James got a shitty hand -- years ago. And…

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Emma: One Year


Emma was Brenda's pet cat. Well, that's what she started out as. Brenda got her shortly after the two of us got together, and Emma immediately spent much of her time showing her displeasure at having to share Brenda with me (especially the first year, when I was finishing school and Brenda often left Emma alone in her apartment while visiting me at school). But in those first few years after Brenda got her, I also took care of Emma during the summers when Brenda was off doing summer theatre gigs. I quickly became very attached to her, as, I believe, Emma got attached to me. We sorted each other out. In total, the three of us went through almost…

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Sheldon Brown, R.I.P.


Sheldon Brown is dead; he passed away today following a massive heart attack. The cycling world--particularly the bicycle mechanic world--has suffered a huge loss. Sheldon Brown's cycling/technical pages are loaded with excellent information, and I refer to it (and other people to it) often. Bummer.…

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The Rough Road Ahead is Paved With Love


Emma is gone, and there isn't a damned thing we can do about it. I miss her; there are a hundred things a day that remind me she's gone: the ingrained look-down before I take a step, for fear of stepping on her; the look to the bathroom to make sure she's there, before I close the closet door; the corner of the wall rubbed raw from her little chin. The howling emptiness of the spaces where her litter box was, and where her food and water bowls were. It sucks. We are working our way back. A week and a half after putting Emma to sleep, Brenda & I find ourselves brimming over with energy, an unclaimed love that…

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Emma the Cat -- 1990-2007


She was loved, she was our child; she will be missed.…

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Richard Jeni, R.I.P.


Richard Jeni, standup comedian, killed himself the other night. I always remembered him as one of those great comedians who sailed under the radar, one of those acts that you were proud to say "yeah, he's great", with the smug satisfaction of someone who was more plugged in to the comedy scene than the person you were talking to. Jeni's specials on TV were the kind of laugh-fests that you remember forever, the kind that have you with tears in your eyes and your sides literally hurting from laughing so hard. Interestingly, his interview & quote in the Bill Hicks documentary "Just a Ride" was very telling. He said that watching Bill Hicks, you really questioned what you were doing…

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R.I.P., Molly Ivins


Well, shit. Molly Ivins, my favorite Texan, has died. Losing her third battle with breast cancer, one of our greatest bastions of clear thinking and best practitioners of humorous-while-pissed-off writing is no longer around to comment on the bullshit that politicians do. I still remember reading one of Molly's editorials in the Star-Ledger, back in New Jersey, a few months before the second Iraq War began. I was struck by how clearly she distilled the issues, and how humorously she did so. I followed her syndicated column, and read her excellent book Bushwhacked, a book you should all read. One of her rants from last May even garnered a post on my website, for what that's worth. Read the book,…

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