As you probably already know by now, Kurt Vonnegut died last night.
While I haven't read his last few books, I followed his essays over the last 5 years and found in them a voice of reason in a world that is increasingly insane and driven by fear. When I was younger, Breakfast of Champions, Slaughterhouse Five, Cat's Cradle and Sirens of Titan changed the way I looked at the world and my place in it. Though I never met him, I think that I can honestly say that without Kurt Vonnegut I would not be the person that I am today. Surprisingly, I do not hold that against him.
(Is there something wrong with me that I eulogize both Don Adams & Kurt Vonnegut?
(Is there something wrong with me that I eulogize both Don Adams & Kurt Vonnegut?
Not at all, but what about Don Ho?
Oh crap - Don Ho can't be dead - I refuse to believe it. If he is, I swear to Lono that I will give him an excellent eulogy.
You know who else died? Robert Anton Wilson. No more fnords.
Yes, Don Ho really is no more -- and my hopes for a Don Ho-Trent Reznor duet of "Tiny Bubbles" are totally dashed