Comments on: Eulogy http://risaaratyr.com/blog/2008/09/28/eulogy/ risa's writerly life Tue, 06 Jul 2010 00:00:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: aratyr http://risaaratyr.com/blog/2008/09/28/eulogy/comment-page-1/#comment-180 aratyr Fri, 24 Jul 2009 23:55:08 +0000 http://risaaratyr.com/blog/?p=101#comment-180 Hi, Dave. Thanks for stopping by to read this one. And yes, of course I know how the hermit thing goes. One of the reasons I love you so, is that the vanishing act is ok with with you -- we can both or either disappear without notice and for however long with no guilt and no blame. Eliot teaches physical theatre in the Theatre Dept. at SRJC, where I teach stage management. I see him, not often, but at least a couple times a semester. He's lost several hours with the budget cuts... let's invite him along to our coffee/tea sometime?? Hi, Dave. Thanks for stopping by to read this one. And yes, of course I know how the hermit thing goes. One of the reasons I love you so, is that the vanishing act is ok with with you — we can both or either disappear without notice and for however long with no guilt and no blame.

Eliot teaches physical theatre in the Theatre Dept. at SRJC, where I teach stage management. I see him, not often, but at least a couple times a semester. He’s lost several hours with the budget cuts… let’s invite him along to our coffee/tea sometime??

]]> By: DaveSmeds http://risaaratyr.com/blog/2008/09/28/eulogy/comment-page-1/#comment-176 DaveSmeds Fri, 24 Jul 2009 04:40:41 +0000 http://risaaratyr.com/blog/?p=101#comment-176 I was so surprised, at the dojo memorial, to realize you'd known James before I invited you into the Melville Nine. I'm glad he and Amy continued to pop by, and not turn hermit like me. I hope you know I didn't vanish into the woodwork out of choice, but mostly out of laziness. That, and the issue that seeing any of the Melville Nine outside of a meeting reminds me that we don't HAVE the meetings anymore, and that sense of loss is painful. Speaking of old writing group colleagues, I've twice run into Eliot Fintushel this month. Sometimes I think he never spends any time indoors, I see him by chance around Santa Rosa so much. Dave I was so surprised, at the dojo memorial, to realize you’d known James before I invited you into the Melville Nine. I’m glad he and Amy continued to pop by, and not turn hermit like me. I hope you know I didn’t vanish into the woodwork out of choice, but mostly out of laziness. That, and the issue that seeing any of the Melville Nine outside of a meeting reminds me that we don’t HAVE the meetings anymore, and that sense of loss is painful.

Speaking of old writing group colleagues, I’ve twice run into Eliot Fintushel this month. Sometimes I think he never spends any time indoors, I see him by chance around Santa Rosa so much.

Dave

]]> By: faye stewart frey http://risaaratyr.com/blog/2008/09/28/eulogy/comment-page-1/#comment-17 faye stewart frey Wed, 15 Oct 2008 00:56:44 +0000 http://risaaratyr.com/blog/?p=101#comment-17 Not being a writer, I can only wish to write as eloquently as the author. But our remembrances and sentiments are the same. Jim and Amy, Amy and Jim. If ever there were two who glowed in the presence of the other, it is these two. Jim also was a better friend to me than I to him. Yet I loved him in a way that is so special to me. I know I will never experience it again. I know I will long for it for the rest of my life. He was there through my "Perils of Pauline" decade. As a fellow scientist we could speak of atoms and philosophy, me hoping the entire time he didn't know how inept I felt. I will write more because I will need to. The loss is too deep not to continue. He gave and gave and gave. He saved my life. Literally. Thank you Jim. I know you disagree, but I know that there is a string where our paths will cross again. And all I will be able to say is, "Told you so" and "Thanks for being my friend for 50 years". And caring. Not being a writer, I can only wish to write as eloquently as the author. But our remembrances and sentiments are the same. Jim and Amy, Amy and Jim. If ever there were two who glowed in the presence of the other, it is these two. Jim also was a better friend to me than I to him. Yet I loved him in a way that is so special to me. I know I will never experience it again. I know I will long for it for the rest of my life. He was there through my “Perils of Pauline” decade. As a fellow scientist we could speak of atoms and philosophy, me hoping the entire time he didn’t know how inept I felt. I will write more because I will need to. The loss is too deep not to continue. He gave and gave and gave. He saved my life. Literally. Thank you Jim. I know you disagree, but I know that there is a string where our paths will cross again. And all I will be able to say is, “Told you so” and “Thanks for being my friend for 50 years”. And caring.

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