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That discussion has gone rather well, I thought. Just for interest, and again to prevent my posting the same stuff over again, see my archive under the word “gay”. I’ve had quite a bit of fun looking at some of those again.
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Neil’s Second Decade
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Floating Life 4/06 ~ 11/07 
Seasons Greetings.
Renegade Eye
January 2, 2007 at 12:29 pm
Please go back to discussing the war against islamofascism so I can vehemently disagree with you. Being in agreement with a devout leftist leaves me cold!
On a more serious note, bring a tape recorder (or a camcorder I guess, but I’m partial to sound) to your Lord friend and get him talking. In the coming years, you will be so happy you did.
Because you have a comment section, you are now forced to hear why I think it’s such a good idea. My grandfather died in 1981. I was too young to know him well, and all I remember was his great big smile whenever I locked eyes with him. My aunt, a DEVOUT Baptist. So much so that the ‘f’ word to her was ‘fart’. The other f-word doesn’t even exist in her world) decided to tape some of his stories.
He made moonshine, which is whiskey that no one paid taxes on. No doubt he was an alcoholic, but he never lost a job over it, and he never sold the stuff, which is probably why he got away with it.
So one day on a fishing trip, he and his friends were done fishing and were frying up the day’s catch, and drinking my grandad’s whiskey. They all brought their horses as their mode of travel. As they were sitting around the campfire passing the bottle of whiskey, someone finally noticed that when my grandfather finished taking a belt, he would pass it to his horse!
I can’t relate how funny it was that these men, immediately pissed off, suddenly caught the humor of the situation, and then continued to drink from that bottle, or the HILARIOUS stutterings of my wonderful Baptist aunt.
There were others, one in particular involving taking a drunken bet to shoot a smoke out of a friend’s mouth. (He took it and won the bet… can you imagine?), but the point is that we remember our closest friends even better when we have audio or video of them.
It’s 25 years later, and I still remember my grandfather, and with pride. Make sure someone remembers Lord Byron(?) 25 years from now. I’m sorry if I got his nickname wrong, but you can rectify it by posting audio or video of him.
On a less serious note, I’ve read a small bit of Proust. Although he wrote in French, I’ve come to the conclusion that this guy was seriously gay. It may have been the translation… I don’t know. I’m just sayin’.
Kevin
January 2, 2007 at 1:48 pm
You’re right about Proust, but the one who sent me new year greetings is actually a Sydney lawyer, who is too… He studies Mandarin as a hobby.
I know what you mean about the tapes; something similar occurred with my mother when she chose to write down her memories, some of which are here. I don’t think Malcolm would be into this though. He’s not so good today, by the way.
Since we will probably never agree about foreign policy it’s probably best we leave that discussion to the experts.
ninglun
January 2, 2007 at 3:07 pm