Jan 7, 2018
David Rakoff <3
“Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish” is one of my favorite reads.
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David Rakoff <3
“Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish” is one of my favorite reads.
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#love #dishonor #marry #die #cherish #perish by #davidrakoff design by #chipkidd illustrations by #seth This sunday's #mauisreading is a good one
Nighttime routines and other such nonsense...
Sometimes, as I am gently falling asleep to the same David Rakoff interview that I've listened to 3-4 times a night for the past week, I wonder if I really have to floss every night. I have flossed every night since the second day with my braces (the first night was too painful), and sometimes I don't wanna do it. I don't. Oral health be damned. Still, I floss...and I must say that my gums have never looked healthier than they do now. Despite the less-than-attractive aesthetics of my oral accoutrements and the constant feeling that my incisors are going to pop out whenever I attempt to eat a sandwich...these braces are turning out to be the best thing that ever happened to my teeth. #surprise My speech is almost completely flawless (thanks to years of speech therapy and an appreciation for the clear enunciation of ones thoughts), but I still look odd trying to sing serious, melancholy ballads. My lips tend to get in the way of my braces (or vice versa) when I try to contort them along with the rest of my face into some sort of believable and meaningful portrayal of sincere inner turmoil. It is, in short, a challenge. And still...I sing, I practice, I speak. And still, I floss and eat and teach. And as self conscious as I am about my rows of wire, metal, and cement...white on top and silver on the bottom...I cannot give myself any excuse to not continue to work my hardest and expect more from my performances. I apologize for the melancholia in this post, but I'm in a David Rakoff kind of mood...and as for the sentence structure, I would agree with David's opinion: "...I like a little ranty sandwich of a sentence of or a lasagna of a sentence..." So I'm in a ranty sandwich kind of mood. Goodnight, all!
What remains of your past if you didnt allow yourself to feel it when it happened. If you dont have your experiences in the moment- if you gloss them over with jokes or zoom past them, you end up with curiously dispassionate memories
David Rakoff
David Rakoff lived for 25 years under the shadow of cancer. In the midst of all that, he gave us wonderful stories. #RIPDavidRakoff
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Who is David Rakoff?
David Rakoff passed away on Thursday without me ever having heard his name before. So to answer the question, I have no clue who David Rakoff is, or was.
But after Twitter mourned his death, I was curious to find out. Not terribly curious, mind you. I just listened to the NPR Fresh Air interview with him. As I listened though I realized I knew this guy, I met him in a coffee shop once. Okay, so it probably wasn't him. But this other guy, whose name I can't remember, sounded the same and in my memory looks the same.
We talked for a good two hours about life, love, relationships, death.
About why life sucks and why it doesn't.
This with a guy I had never met before. Some people are like that though, they are genuine in their conversations and it begets the real thing in return.
The real thing. That isn't as common as you might think, which is unfortunate.
In any case, I would have liked to have known this David fellow. I hope someone would say that about me when I die.
Is there some lesson on how to be friends? I think what it means is that central to living a life that is good is a life that's forgiving. We're creatures of contact regardless of whether we kiss or we wound. Still, we must come together. Though it may spell destruction, we still ask for more-- since it beats staying dry but so lonely on shore. So we make ourselves open while knowing full well it's essentially saying "please, come pierce my shell.
David Rakoff