BANG-AT-BANG tattoos

Bit of a story here.

I'm one of the executors of the estate of Michael Hart. He was the e-book guy, the founder of Project Gutenberg, and one of my best friends. That having been said, he did make me an executor, so he must have held a little malice in his heart towards me. :P

He died in September 2011, but his estate is still slowly being processed, so Nadja and I are really devoting a LOT of our lives to this endeavor right now. As such, my lovely [livejournal.com profile] fairyarmadillo had the idea that we should memorialize both Michael and this part of our lives with a little something he used to do.

Michael liked e-mail. He sent lots of e-mails. No, really, LOTS of e-mails. Thankfully, he knew that none of us could possibly read everything he wrote, so when there was something of grave import or in need of immediate reply, the subject line started with what he called BANG-AT-BANG, represented as !@!.

Michael was important. This estate is important. The things made and done with our arms are important. My relationship with Nadja Robot is supremely important.

Both of our wrists match now. We have <3 on the left and !@! on the right.

When we hold hands, one will be against the other.

Love is important.

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benchilada: (Bird People)
Remember The Crush Entry?
Remember The Parallel You Entry?

Let's have another, shall we?

I wish I could remember what memory I associate this video with. I just can't seem to put my finger on it, but it's always there. My brain doesn't work the best, particularly when it comes to memory, so chances are that it's gone forever, which leaves a very weird feeling.

Have a listen, then keep going.


I remember that this song has a memory associated with it, but I don't remember what, so I've just got this wave of nostalgia and a hole in my heart that won't ever be filled with anything. Empty associations and feelings like a punch in the heart.

So here's my question...

What's the memory that is conjured when you think about memories?
For better or worse, what's the one that always comes to mind?

Is it the first time you kissed her?
Is it the first time he hit you?
Is it when you finally made it, when you finally knew you'd succeeded?
Is it when you touched down in that new country and knew you belonged?
Is it the time you knew you'd never see him again?
Is it the time you knew you never wanted to see her again?
Is it something as simple as that time you were on the swings at the park in spring and the day lasted forever?
Is it something so complex that it would take hours to explain every detail?

What is the memory that's so stuck in you that it will never leave, whether you want it to or not?

Good or bad, we want to know The Truth, and I want to know what others think when they hear it.

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Also, both of those previous entries are still open for comments.

So...

...

Somebody has to start..

I’ve never been as much of a slut as I could have (should have?) been. I've never known why. I just never did all the people things I knew I could have.

My brain is terrible and broken, but somehow—just as I remember where I purchased nearly all of my 1500 books and 300+ cd’s—I remember everybody I’ve kissed, male and female (Insert Shock and Awe Here) and all the circumstances, and everything that those moments remind me of.

I wonder how many of these people I'll end up writing about.

For now, for the first, I remember E.O.

 

benjamin
Listening to the Razormaid remix of "Soviet Snow"...now "True Dreams of Wichita" - Soul Coughing

PS – Quote of the Day? “I'm wearing a skirt and your wife's shirts.”

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