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What I want to know is, what happens if Mark ever dies? We wouldn't really know until a month or so when there wasn't a payment on something and the board started to go down. I mean its a pretty self sufficient board code wise. WHAT IF HE DIED?!? Where would we be? Where would we turn? How could any of us survive. And more importantly would you show up for the funeral? |
Scary isn't it. |
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But what if... This is all purely hypothetical. |
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i think about it more than i think about me dying, which is a lot. how would we know, anyway? am i to read the NY obituaries every day for the rest of my life? i mean, it's not like we could take his story updates as proof of his existence. i'm scared! |
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I hope he can show up for Sorabjifest 2001. |
I wish I hadn't read this thread, I'm all teary now. |
Mark isn't going to die. And no one is taking over boards. Don't cry Cat. |
A dark cloud would come over us and we'd just know. You're right, Cat. I don't like thinking about that. And earlier, I meant to say: They probably only seem self-sufficient because Mark rocks. He's skillfull and subtle. Except that I forgot to push the little button, and Hal spoke for me before I realised. |
somebody, hold me. |
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id be really weird to meet mark. i mean, im kinda glad he's not coming to NO. I mean, you know, its cool and all, but i've had such non contact with mark, id be at a loss. i love it when agatha gets fussy |
Hmm. I told him he should come. Should I feel like an ass? I'd still like to meet him. I'm at a loss meeting anybody. |
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you so kwazy |
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hmmm |
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I like that word. Awkward. Awkword. |
but don't worry about the boards. I think that if Mark decides to quit this thing, someone here would probably take the boards over in some fashion. Thanks again for this place, Mark. Your sainthood's assured. |
Being here is a little bit like life: Before you were born, no one knew of you, there was darkness, you dont exist: Before you arrive at Sorabji no one knows of you, there is darkness, you dont exist, You grow up, people notice you, you develop and mature: Here, you are introduced, you mature amongst the fellow Sorabjiites (is mature the right word? should it be mellow?), You die, you dissapear, and in general most people remember you only for a short time, then you are forgotten: Here you leave to whatever lies beyond Sorabji and soon you are forgotten. There, thats How I see it anyway. |
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I sent mine off first, but his, which involved the marcel ophuls film "the sorrow and the pity," was funnier. |
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Sorry about that. Two things I should never be allowed to do is mix metaphors and mix drinks. |
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That's funny. Cyst, don't you write anymore? Why don't you post your stories for us? |
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I mean, the three periods during which I used to write a lot here were: 1) hating my life in europe, 2) hating all the stupid guys I went on dates with in portland, 3) hating that the affair I was having was going to have to end quickly, which it did. now I'm trying out not hating. and it's hard to write about contentment. it's comparatively boring, in a right and good and healthy way. last night I came home from my satisfying job, and I made a nice dinner in my beautiful apartment, which I ate with my wonderful boyfriend, then I took a drive in my brand-new car to visit a good friend. believe me, you're lucky I don't bother to tell you about it. but thank you so, so much for asking. I did recently submit a long essay about my expatriate life for publication in a book. it was painful to write. I think I would rather be boring and happy than interesting and tortured. and I'm working on looking not at myself so much but at the world, which should be able to hold my interest for a while. |
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Actually, I find those who do hate everything to be pretty boring people, often so self absorbed in their tortured existences that they can't see how mundane their one trick pony existences are. I'm in the middle of reading C. K. Williams' poetry collection, "Repair." There's such a wonderful variety of emotions and insights in his verse, all grounded in watching everyday things. Look as deeply into your happiness as you did into your hate. It won't be quite as boring as you think. |