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The very dead Nate, Sr: You're missing the point. David: There is no point. That's the point. Isn't it? Nate, Sr: Don't give me this phony existential bullshit. I expect better from you. The point's right in front of your face. David: Well, I'm sorry but I don't see it. Nate, Sr: You're not even grateful are you? David: Grateful? For the worst fucking experience of my life? Nate, Sr: You hang on to your pain like it means something, like it's worth something. Well, let me tell you: it's not worth shit. Let it go. (Nate, Sr. looks toward the sky) Infinite possibilities and all he can do is whine. David: And what am I supposed to do? Nate, Sr: What do you think? You can do anything, you lucky bastard, you're alive! What's a little pain compared to that? David: It can't be so simple. Nate, Sr: What if it is?
Much like George, I've spent hours going through old posts and conversations remembering, laughing, pondering, re-pondering, and sometimes crying. But mostly laughing.
God, he was funny.
Red Herring has written about Aaron and how blogs and the people behind them have responded. The writer asked me for a eulogy and it didn't make the cut but I like it so I'll let it stand as my last public note on Aaron.
Aaron, the blogger, created a space where "wimminandminorities", to use his phrase, could feel comfortable screaming. He challenged us all to not accept the status quo. Through his very specific and clear point of view, he showed us absurdity in the obvious and let us laugh through the pain of the world's very real problems and he would not suffer the fools whom would seek to deny him and us that. He was always the best person to have a conversation with. Smart, quick, and gracious, he made me and others strive to be just a little more uppity.I'm no where near done mourning but I'm sure as hell done talking about it. At least for now. Next up: cartoons, film school, family, poker, and alcohol. And a whole host of other infinite possibilities.