A fellow Atriot and Practice Room reader passed away this week at age 50. I didn’t know him well but always enjoyed his intelligent, off-beat comments. Last month he had even joined the network for this blog on facebook.
The infuriating thing about his death, however, is this: he was online and commenting at Eschaton, and said that he felt he might be having a heart attack. He even joked about it; I hope this isn’t a heart attack I’m having right now. I can’t afford one. I guess I need to go lie down for a bit. Lich King comes out tomorrow and I am not going to kick it before getting my hands on that puppy. Fellow posters urged to go to the hospital Right Away, but at some point he decided it might not be serious.
There was also this beautiful, quirky post:
The ability to speak in coherent sentences is now presented as an elitist anachronism that denies the authenticity of the id driven avatar of the American heartland. A nation that is driving itself to manifest Loki, Manabozho, Satan, the Trickster. Not as the smooth spoken deceiver of the intellectually proud as in the histories we have but as a stirring, dismissive, and divisive populist deceiver of the proud anti-intellectual patriot of today’s America, the cautionary tales for tomorrow…if there is a tomorrow.
For Geoffrey there was only part of a tomorrow, as he died the next day. Peace to his family and friends. He will be missed.