"You never come around anymore. You don't write me poems the way you used to when we were keeping company."
"Remember when we lived side by side in Brownstones in Crown Heights. With your friend the Crack Emcee."
"Those were the days."
Saturday, May 31, 2014
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I'm out here but I made a booboo and I can't come back. No hard feelings.
You didn't do anything buddy. Come on back.
We all miss you.
I get the Berenstains and Boo Boos mixed up.
While I've got no clue what really goes on with Yogi, Brother Bear, Betty, or any of the other old time regulars that show up in post or comment, I know what I've enjoyed and appreciated about this place in the five years I've been reading (4 years commenting) here.
During that time the blog's undergone several changes and challenges and through it all, what stands out as most meaningful has been the fun and stories shared with a sincerity that goes beyond the sexual innuendo, snark and sarcasm that serves as cover. I value the sense of humor, intelligence and shared awareness that's been part of this experience.
Death, aging and illness are the three most powerful game changers. Being able to approach or withstand any one of them with integrity is a major challenge, because the usual strategies for managing (and deflecting) threats to one's self-sufficiency do not work very well when "disintegration" of this magnitude presents itself as a new reality.
In my view, the Althouse meltdown and restructure, along with the current Meade meddling over at Lem's, contains enough "disintegration" to make me wonder if their own experiences with illness, aging, and death have been driving some of their behavior. The recent poking about heart disease was far enough over the line to flutter as a red flag, along with the devaluing and demeaning of Palladian and other commenters who were once "close" or closer than may have felt comfortable. The reason given for not having a dog growing up (because "it's too sad when they die", after the 2nd Honey died) also fits as game changing.
But that's about them and why I don't respect some of their choices and behavior. With regard to Trooper York's Big Tent, it appears to me as if the direction the ship is going to take will be determined by the Captain and those willing to go along for a ride that most assuredly will involve illness, aging and the eventual permanent loss of one or another. Unfortunately, that's the cost of relating on anything more than a controlled, narcissistic or superficial level.
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