Wednesday, December 8, 2004
I dunno what it is tonight. Everything is aggravating me. I'm even aggravated I misspelled "Aggravation" in the title above, but I'm going to leave it, just to annoy myself more. What's even more aggravating is that usually when I have this feeling, like someone put a tack up my butt, it's good for writing. In fact, I need to be a little aggravated to write anything...but today...nothing. I come home after a boring meeting (the trade group I belong to), over an hour's drive each way, to an email box full of news items and pointers and all I can get out of it is a few bare links. I even took a nice one-hour nap. Feh. I'm even annoyed with my family, "Put the rabbits back in the cage, bring this down to the cellar for me...daddy, what are you reading...is that noggin.com...?" I check out the Carnival of the Vanities and see some boob has put up a link in the comments to some other boob's progressive site entry claiming to "debunk the David Project" - whatever the hell that means. I'm bugged I can't even be bugged to fisk it. I have a headache and I'm out of blood-pressure medicine.
And now I'm listening to the "final show" of Boston radio talk-host David Brudnoy. David is in the hospital dying of cancer. His only appearances are a tape-recorded final interview from the bed and it has to be one of the bravest things I've ever heard. He's had a long while to come to terms with his own death, having battled AIDS for years now, and finally Merkel cell carcinoma is doing the final work. People are calling in to the show - various public figures, the Governor, Senator Kennedy - many others and David is supposed to be listening from the bed. The final interview they've been playing with David as he talks about the end is just amazing. He's ready and letting his fans and listeners share it with him. "My head is completely accepting of it. I'm absolutely ready." Inspiring.
And now I feel guilty for putting that tragedy in the middle of a pissy little post about myself. I think I'm going to go watch Johnny English and see if that helps my mood - I doubt it.
Ohh, very sad day, no more David Brudnoy. The only chance I ever got to use the word "erudite" was when describing him. The man could "talk you under the table" about any subject. I leaned tonight that he's from Minnesota which probably accounts for his politeness. The woman who talked about her son dying of AIDS, of how she and the son were cruelly insulted, and how Brudnoy comforted them, that brought tears. As did the testimonies from the many producers and students who were mentored by him. I almost can't believe I can't just turn on WBZ and hear him anymore. Huge, huge loss.