August 13, 2009
dear clusterflock
Who do you miss?
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- Joel Bernstein: I know right?
- Rick Neece: Being nice is a dainty way to put it.
- Rick Neece: Hey Cristopher? Who cried “uncle” first, at the end of your ten-year stand-off? To quote my...
- Michael Smith: Ours is the kitchen.
- Amy Mabli: That’s what happens when you give the dogs the bed.
- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
- Pam: I have a story coming out soon in a ‘little mag’, Chicago Quarterly Review. An old friend recently...
- Pam: And I thought, somedays, that my work was meaningless…
- Pam: I remember Eggleston at the Art Institute in Chicago a couple years ago. He was elegantly dressed in a dark suit...
- Christopher Walken: Hey Clusterflockers, Realize y’all are hurting. I’ve been a really close friend of my...
- Marco: This works pretty well in mobile, more so in iOS
- Michael Smith: It was not the intent of management to imply all sissies are “namby pamby”. Management was...
- Rick Neece: I take umbrage with the term “namby pamby.” Some sissies are fierce.
- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
My lady friend.
My friend who is not my lady friend but is also a lady.
Tiger.
Dad.
Grandma.
My previous self.
Friends I made when I first came out. David, Michele, Bob, Kathy. I don’t know if they saw me going someplace they couldn’t follow, or if I went someplace they wouldn’t follow. Or is that exactly the same? I miss them, often. I made efforts to keep in touch. For whatever reason, they didn’t reciprocate. And we are now, it seems, dissociate.
apparently links don’t like title attributes so vehemently they force my essay to be discarded.
the horror.
It’s odd. Your post is just above my RIP Les Paul post, so I guessed I connected the two, and almost immediately thought “George Harrison.” George released a lot of weak music, but when he was on–wow. And there was something so endearing about his desire to get better, to get beyond, even while still so human and full of flaws.
Like India, I miss my dad. It’s an odd thing: he’s been gone so long that it’s hard to imagine him as an old guy. He was a couple of years younger than I am now when he died, so. . .
And like Dave, there are friends I miss, people I don’t see anymore, or haven’t seen for years.
the person I miss, I don’t know if she exists except for my memory of her.
I miss you, Deron.
I don’t know if you’ve heard it, but Deron— Radiolab recently did a segment on that.
I also miss my dad. And I miss me when I was fifteen. And I miss me when I was 25. And I miss Kurt Vonnegut.
There’s an entire cast of friends I miss. When I do see them I feel like I try too hard to make us the people we were instead of enjoying the people we are today.
I miss my 1-year old niece Maya. I’m studying/teaching in Taiwan, she’s in Quebec, Canada.
My son
My Father, he’s been dead 8 years but every time there is a special event in my life I think, “Got to call Dad and tell him”. Still after 8 years I do this……..
The funny thing is we were never extremely close but we were very much both on the same wavelength.
My parents, when they were still married and before they got to fighting. And, as an extension of this, all holidays before the divorce.
Papa. Scott. A loving relationship with my daughter.
Yet again, clusterflock has ruint my mascara.
Re the Radiolab segment, OMG, I could hear you ringing me all the way over here!
Heart wrench: those two small words written by Phil, five letters total.
Okay, sap shields up everybody: I miss Cindy as soon as she or I walk out the door to go to work.
I also miss Papa–Cindy’s late father. Every time I think of him, of his vastly interesting way of being in the world, I can’t believe he’s not still here.
And I miss that brief haven many of us experienced at clusterflockstock–that feeling of all guards down and let’s see what’s in the hearts of all.
Cece, it took me 30 minutes to write them as well. The oddest thing happened though, a few hours after I posted that Richie called me. I’m not aware that he reads Clusterflock and would prefer the contact without him seeing my words – who knows. It was good to hear from him though. Hopefully I will see him in the next two weeks.
Something happens here. Not to get all whoo whoo. But: feelings + intensity + creativity = transcendence? Mere coincidence? Another fit of Cece Babble? Still, that is very interesting, Phil. Probably, though, your very agonizing over the issue sent out some sort of psychic beacon. That does happen, I don’t think that is unheard of at all.
Well, Cece it was indeed an odd feeling. It had been a long time so was very surprising. I’ll not rule out any outside force.
I miss C. more than I think I could miss anyone ever again. I think of him a great deal, even though we haven’t spoken in two or three years. I was driving to work yesterday and thought that I missed him, but I felt absolutely nothing inside which I think means that I miss missing him. I miss having someone who felt so close to you it’s as if you walked around inside each other all day, who knew all your best and worst thoughts. I hope if I’m lucky that I get a chance to love someone like that again, but I can’t imagine surviving that fervor a second time.
I also miss my mother as I remember her as a child. I wish she wanted to be my friend.
Many, many people. One in particular was Dan, an old college roommate, who died in a car accident between our junior and senior year. He was one of the few people I have ever met who speaks my language. We had out differences, but there was nothing but respect. He would call me out on my bullshit and I’d let him.
My friend Ed Lowry.
me missink my dad
and John Lennon…
My grandparents. I went to the funeral this afternoon of the mother of a friend and found myself crying for all those I miss so much. I see my grandfather in my mannerisms and in my ginger beard that I shave off each morning. I’m my grandmother in my cussed stubborness and my love of bad jokes. I miss them but they’re with me.