He was 84.
He will be missed.
There's nothing else I could say that Vonnegut hasn't said before, and said much better than I possibly could.
Rest in peace, Kurt. And thank you for your words.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Goodbye Blue Monday
Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday.
He was 84.
He will be missed.
There's nothing else I could say that Vonnegut hasn't said before, and said much better than I possibly could.
Rest in peace, Kurt. And thank you for your words.
He was 84.
He will be missed.
There's nothing else I could say that Vonnegut hasn't said before, and said much better than I possibly could.
Rest in peace, Kurt. And thank you for your words.
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March of 2009 (in which I recount my adventures in New York with an old man doll), February of 2009 (in which I learn that Bigfoot, at least when it comes to gangbang etiquette, is exceedingly polite), January of 2009 (in which I insist that it's really nobody's business whether the Dame's cervical mucus is clear and slippery), November of 2008 (in which I read my grandfather's old love letters and learn that he was a dirty, dirty boy), October of 2008 (in which I discuss food, Burger Chef and moonshine), Summer of 2008 (in which I barely write anything at all, much to the consternation of very few), April of 2008 (in which I confess my creepy attraction to ventriloquism), March of 2008 (in which I say a little too much about the genital grooming of Disney princesses),February of 2008 (in which I fabricate my family history), January of 2008 (in which I learn that baby nudity is okay in moderation), November of 2007 (in which I explain why it's difficult to fit more than a few dozen dead dogs in a '74 Honda Civic),
October of 2007 (in which I opt against digging up my grandfather's ashes),
September of 2007 (in which I discover that I don't have a rickshaw business),
August of 2007 (in which I learn to love, and then hate, and then love, and then hate commas),
July of 2007 (in which I try to make it perfectly clear why you should never ask a girlfriend to dress like a slutty Lisa Simpson),
June of 2007 (in which I discuss how Gene Simmons led to my introduction to female anatomy),
May of 2007 (in which I explain why my life might be more fullfilled than yours because I've driven a car into a swamp),
April of 2007 (in which I somehow convince a lot of authors to draw pictures of their own assholes),
March of 2007 (in which I learn why eating an entire box of Boo-Berry cereal and then streaking may not be the best idea),
February of 2007 (in which I talk about, in no particular order, Ron Jeremy, waterbeds, and Hitler's mustache),
January of 2007 (in which I rant angrily about dolphin gang rape),
the entirety of 2006 (in which I learn how to have fun at my father's funeral, talk about pirates with Will Oldham, and compare wine to hobo balls),
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I don't even know how to begin processing the information, but thank you for posting that first page. It reminded me of something that I needed reminding of. Can't wait to see the tribute.
What a day for a T-Shirt.
- S
He will be missed.
-Stephanie
PS - Thanks for entertaining me at work
If you'll pardon the comment sp*m, here's my tiny tribute:
http://www.drivingtheflies.com/?p=109
RIP...
His words will ring true for many generations.
His voice will be missed. What a genius. What a great loss.
Thanks for the post.
...Kurt is in heaven now.
America lost a national treasure today :(
This is a tragedy for me personally. The first book I read of his was God Bless You Mr. Rosewater and I loved it. The world will not be the same without him...
I'm not sure if Kurt would agree with the heaven part. But you're right, the planet has lost somebody the likes of which we'll never see again.
I heard something very funny recently. I attended a Vonnegut vigil with some writing friends last night, and one of them said, "Well, at least Kurt finally quit smoking."
I've also noticed that over the last few days, random people have been walking up to me and saying, "So it goes." Everywhere I go, they're repeating that same Vonnegut line like a mantra. "So it goes, so it goes, so it goes." I guess it makes Vonnegut's passing seem a little less sad and a little more poetic.
Personally, I prefer another Vonnegut quote, which isn't quite as romantic to say with a forlorn shrug. It's also a little depressing if you think about it too much. But for some reason, I've found a weird sort of comfort in it.
"All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental."
So it goes.
I never even came close to crying when I heard the news of any celebrity or public figure passing away. Until I heard about KV. He will be missed indeed.
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