Manning the Fort While the Tough 10K

Beck's in Boston right now, gearing up for the Tufts 10K Run Walk with the iPMM and iPMeghan. She'll also be hanging with GrinGoat and the Sarahstophe later at a lunch where the iPJ, the ChrisKris and their kids, the Greg/John/Cynthia and who knows who else will be conquering the party room of some unwitting Framingham restaurant. Meanwhile, I'm at home, alternatingly making sure Sparkle's butt doesn't explode and keeping the pool full of water. I'm also reading three books this weekend, a task at which I am failing gloriously thus far. So it goes.

I couldn't sleep this morning, so I finished this: Everything and More

It's the musing on DFW, and I don't know, it makes my salient point effectively enough, that this was not a ho-hum celebrity death, this really crushes me. Just read it if you want. There are other more reportery, less off-the-cuff muse-style accounts out there - here and here from Salon, for example. That latter one is a "last days of" kind of piece that gets at the point that he was a beautiful but tragically sick man. I miss him more than any other person I've never met. Such sentiments from people who yep, didn't know him get derided as a sort of vulgar online trade fair of grief trade, and fair enough, yes, I'm writing of the concept of the man, not the man, but I think it's apropos to note that I'm now alluding to the concept of the concept of the man, exactly the sort of thing he so artfully exposed. So my grief is somehow tangential and cheap, but when i don't really *know* anybody, to have this particular unknown's death affect me this much is worth noting. In conclusion, sucks to your ass-mar.

Hit D&C's place for a barbecue with the PG-13-tattooed Aaron (?) and Tim/Wren/Naia. Fun times, even if the burgers melted their way into the grill and Xstina made us stop playing Wii golf so she could wail on us on GH.

More reading and then pickup Ultimate later today. I got an e-mail yesterday from a stand-up improv comedy member who hasn't played Ultimate in 35 years but claims to be a champion dog and frisbee competitor. He looks a whole lot like Eugene Levy. This could be interesting.

Have a groovy day, and good luck to the Boston contingent, both in the walking and surviving lunch departments. The WD approves this message: