The ee cummings poem broke me. I have to go get a worker now, working on the house. I'll call Katie in a bit. Does anyone know how to reach the Peninsula folks - I'm having a memfault. Karl? and Lysana?
'Safe'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Thank you for emailing me, askye.
I don't have many words to add, just that anyone who needs to talk, or vent, or just flail ... my profile address is good, and Bay Area visits can be arranged on fairly short notice.
This will always be the place that taught me what the best of "invisible friends in the Internet box" could be. No small part of that was due to ita and her combination of technical brilliance and stubborn refusal to be anyone else but who she was.
If a person is to be measured by the love she made possible, encouraged, and gave a place to live, then ita is truly a giant among forces for love in the world. And we will all feel the love she shared with us every time we post.
Does anybody have contact info for Rayne?
I've messaged her on FB to check Beep Me. Couldn't type the right words for anything more.
Can't. Even.
Betsy, do you think I should e-mail him? I tought that surely one of the LAistas - Kristen or Allyson - has let him know, but they probably have so much to deal with right now.
I backread and I haven't seen this mentioned. I don't know if it would be appropriate or not, but has anybody told/does anybody have a way to tell Tim Minear?
Kristen or Allyson, maybe?
I hadn't checked in this morning until Dana texted me, and then I was filled with dread that something was wrong and immediately came to the board. I've been reading everyone's posts for the last half hour. I have a meeting in one minute and I'm trying not to cry because I'm an ugly crier, but oh, ita.
And John Rogers, but if someone told Colin, then that's probably taken care of.
Love never dies. Sometimes it hurts like hell, but love never dies.
Nilly, I think you should. I think it would matter to him to know.
I have to hope that Walt Whitman was right:
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death;
And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.
All goes onward and outward — nothing collapses;
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.