1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
A long, rambling, seemingly improvised conversation between characters about something that is beyond pointless, like loose shirt buttons.
Often, the characters will devote as much intellectual effort to it as people in a debating society, making it even more pointless.
In advance, I asked that once my body finally shut down from the punishments of my cancer, then my family and friends publish this prepared message I wrote—the first part of the process of turning this from an active website to an archive.
My daughters Lauren, age 11, and Marina, who's 13, have known as much as we could tell them since I first found I had cancer. Of course it includes my wife Airdrie (née Hislop).
When the conversation about nothing turns into an unusually passionate argument, it's a Cavemen vs. If the conversation involves who would win in a fight, see Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny. Speech-Centric Works tend to be based heavily around Seinfeldian Conversations.
If you knew me at all in real life, you probably heard the news already from another source, but however you found out, consider this a confirmation: I was born on June 30, 1969 in Vancouver, Canada, and I died in Burnaby on May 3, 2011, age 41, of complications from stage 4 metastatic colorectal cancer. That includes my family and friends, and my parents Hilkka and Juergen Karl.
I have never had second thoughts, because we have always been good together, through worse and bad and good and great. As soon as my body stopped functioning, and the neurons in my brain ceased firing, I made a remarkable transformation: from a living organism to a corpse, like a flower or a mouse that didn't make it through a particularly frosty night.
However, I didn't think our time together would be so short: 23 years from our first meeting (at Kanaka Creek Regional Park, I'm pretty sure) until I died? The evidence is clear that once I died, it was over.
In techie land, Google was fresh and new, Apple remained "beleaguered," Microsoft was large and in charge, and Facebook and Twitter were several years from existing at all.
The Mars rovers probe was not quite half-way to Saturn. The World Trade Center towers still stood in New York City. K.—while Saddam Hussein, Hosni Mubarak, Kim Jong-Il, Ben Ali, and Moammar Qaddafi held power in Iraq, Egypt, North Korea, Tunisia, and Libya. Will there be parts of their lives I'd find hard to comprehend right now? While I was still alive writing this, I was sad to know I'll miss these things—not because I won't be able to witness them, but because Air, Marina, and Lauren won't have me there to support their efforts.