A Toast to Mike at Minicon on Friday Night
Apr. 9th, 2009 11:51 amOK. Tomorrow, April 10, would have been John M. Ford's fifty-second birthday. He always celebrated at Minicon, sometimes with his birthday-sharer Dave Langford. In honor of Mike, we'll drink a toast at 10 p.m. either in the consuite or in the little porch in front of the consuite. (The consuite is in one of the cabanas again, right? So we'll play it by ear, depending on how crowded it is and how many of us there are.)
Before we make the toast, we'll read his poem, "Against Entropy" aloud. Bring a copy if you can. Here it is:
And here's how that poem came to be, in case you don't know. Mike was amazing that way. He could write a darned fine Declaration of Unity, too, and his recipe for Hot Gingered Pygmy Mammoth and Jumbo Shrimp Salad will threaten your solemnity in a big way. He was a fine Mike, and we miss him very much.
So. We'll see you at ten tomorrow night, Minneapolis time, if you're at Minicon and want to join in the reading of the poem and a toast. If you're elsewhere, please join in as well, and post to
nemesis_draco or my LJ, if you'd like to be figuratively standing with the rest of us remembering Mike.
(crossposted from my own LJ)
Before we make the toast, we'll read his poem, "Against Entropy" aloud. Bring a copy if you can. Here it is:
The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days --
Perhaps you will not miss them. That's the joke.
The universe winds down. That's how it's made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you'll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.
And here's how that poem came to be, in case you don't know. Mike was amazing that way. He could write a darned fine Declaration of Unity, too, and his recipe for Hot Gingered Pygmy Mammoth and Jumbo Shrimp Salad will threaten your solemnity in a big way. He was a fine Mike, and we miss him very much.
So. We'll see you at ten tomorrow night, Minneapolis time, if you're at Minicon and want to join in the reading of the poem and a toast. If you're elsewhere, please join in as well, and post to
(crossposted from my own LJ)
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Date: 2009-04-09 09:34 pm (UTC)It's funny, but I kind of feel like I need to set up a computer with Morrowind on it sometime, to sort of go back to a place where he and I spent a lot of time. Maybe when things settle down later this year -- or if I'm doing a lot of recovery-from-surgery and need sedentary distractions -- I'll do that.
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Date: 2009-04-11 03:03 am (UTC)And re-iterate: Absent Friends.
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