Sunday, February 04, 2007
Molly. . .
I can't bring myself to say "Rest in Peace" or any such claptrap. It appears that few of us can out here in cyberspace. This quote from Spocko's Brain says it all:
"I'm sure Molly Ivins herself would appreciate the irony of an entire cohort of talented writers, particularly feminist bloggers, being stripped of all our considerable reserves of eloquence (one comment at Pandagon consisted, in its entirety, of "Crap. Crap crap crap.") at the news of her death."
I had the true pleasure of seeing you speak at a few small events while I was living in Austin. Nothing big, but you were always there to lend your considerable name to a rally in hopes of attracting a few more people to something that would've otherwise gone sparsely atended if not missed entirely. You were, and always will be, one of the 'big' people. Big of heart and even larger of smile, you continued to the end to remind us that amongst all the rage progressives needed to have a sense of humor and a smile on their faces as they stormed the barricades against injustice, incompetence, and just plain awful, selfish acts on the part of our government.
I'll let your final words in print speak for you. Far better than I could ever hope to do. But, Molly, Godammit, I miss you something fierce already. If there is such a thing as the big 'gang-pluck' in the sky, I know you're already there. . . standing next to the boiling pot with a big grin on your face knowing exactly which of the many potential pluckees deserve the honor.
In your temporal absence, we'll keep pluckin' down here. . . you just keep laughin' and keep the pot boiling.
Late Addition: Any real tribute should include that from the Texas Observer, which Molly helped popularize yea so many years ago, or better yet, her own letter from the first time she left home to head to the Big Apple: It's as fitting a goodbye now from her as it was then.
I can't bring myself to say "Rest in Peace" or any such claptrap. It appears that few of us can out here in cyberspace. This quote from Spocko's Brain says it all:
"I'm sure Molly Ivins herself would appreciate the irony of an entire cohort of talented writers, particularly feminist bloggers, being stripped of all our considerable reserves of eloquence (one comment at Pandagon consisted, in its entirety, of "Crap. Crap crap crap.") at the news of her death."
I had the true pleasure of seeing you speak at a few small events while I was living in Austin. Nothing big, but you were always there to lend your considerable name to a rally in hopes of attracting a few more people to something that would've otherwise gone sparsely atended if not missed entirely. You were, and always will be, one of the 'big' people. Big of heart and even larger of smile, you continued to the end to remind us that amongst all the rage progressives needed to have a sense of humor and a smile on their faces as they stormed the barricades against injustice, incompetence, and just plain awful, selfish acts on the part of our government.
I'll let your final words in print speak for you. Far better than I could ever hope to do. But, Molly, Godammit, I miss you something fierce already. If there is such a thing as the big 'gang-pluck' in the sky, I know you're already there. . . standing next to the boiling pot with a big grin on your face knowing exactly which of the many potential pluckees deserve the honor.
In your temporal absence, we'll keep pluckin' down here. . . you just keep laughin' and keep the pot boiling.
Late Addition: Any real tribute should include that from the Texas Observer, which Molly helped popularize yea so many years ago, or better yet, her own letter from the first time she left home to head to the Big Apple: It's as fitting a goodbye now from her as it was then.
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