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Interesting you bring up Waiting for Godot, Jenora; I still don't grok precisely what the play is en toto (I keep thinking of my collected copy of Buck Godot: Zap Gun For Hire by Phil Foglio and published by Starblaze Graphics in 1983) but something I said while I was discussing the philosophy I professed in my Cyberpunk novel Medium on a Discord server aroused the comment from the other person in the conversation that it sounded like a moral or sophical argument that would "....fit well in Godot,"; this was in the last couple of days so the word Godot is still fresh my my memory.
I wish I was not so crap with names and a lot of memory association, Jen; it's possible that it was you saying it to me but I genuinely cannot recall the person I spoke to with distinct enough clarity to be sure. If it was you and that much I'd forgotten, I apologize. My daily function is getting a lot better in the last week but setting and drawing fixed memory associations is still unreliable and occasionally difficult. Right now sticking to basic foundation habit is helping a lot, including Tuesday night's Zoom writing workshop; I'll try and have the third transcript typed up and ready to share tonight if we're in touch later on.
-2Paw.
I wish I was not so crap with names and a lot of memory association, Jen; it's possible that it was you saying it to me but I genuinely cannot recall the person I spoke to with distinct enough clarity to be sure. If it was you and that much I'd forgotten, I apologize. My daily function is getting a lot better in the last week but setting and drawing fixed memory associations is still unreliable and occasionally difficult. Right now sticking to basic foundation habit is helping a lot, including Tuesday night's Zoom writing workshop; I'll try and have the third transcript typed up and ready to share tonight if we're in touch later on.
-2Paw.
It wasn't me who would have said that, at least.
Waiting for Godot is an odd play in which very deliberately nothing happens and there's an active timelessness. There are only five or six characters (one of the characters in the second act claims to not be the same person as the one who showed up in the first act to do the same thing, but they're always played by the same actor.) Godot himself never shows up and nobody even knows what he looks like.
I'm sure a version of it could be staged in a Tron-like VR where the traveling characters could be seen to rez and de-rez, as if they only existed while on the stage, and if wouldn't actually change the play much.
In an interesting bit of trivia, the author of Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett, spent a chunk of his life living in rural France for the quiet. For a time he ended up driving the son of some of his neighbors to school because the boy didn't fit well on the old school bus. The boy in question? André Roussimoff, better known as André the Giant. (a.k.a. Fezzik in The Princess Bride.)
Waiting for Godot is an odd play in which very deliberately nothing happens and there's an active timelessness. There are only five or six characters (one of the characters in the second act claims to not be the same person as the one who showed up in the first act to do the same thing, but they're always played by the same actor.) Godot himself never shows up and nobody even knows what he looks like.
I'm sure a version of it could be staged in a Tron-like VR where the traveling characters could be seen to rez and de-rez, as if they only existed while on the stage, and if wouldn't actually change the play much.
In an interesting bit of trivia, the author of Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett, spent a chunk of his life living in rural France for the quiet. For a time he ended up driving the son of some of his neighbors to school because the boy didn't fit well on the old school bus. The boy in question? André Roussimoff, better known as André the Giant. (a.k.a. Fezzik in The Princess Bride.)
> The boy in question? André Roussimoff, better known as André the Giant.
That was why my friend or fellow discussor mentioned it, I remember we were talking about Andre Roussimoff, and how much he meant to me as a hero because of how he grasped his illness and mighty strength, even though his acromegaly's effects on his body left him in worsening agony and was slowly killing him.
He never stopped being kind, never stopped caring or being gentle, nor being human, even though I imagine there were times he considered himself monstrous. I compared his condition or its context with that of John Merrick, who might've had a relative of acromegaly but also something novel and not entirely explained called Proteus Syndrome, not explained diagnostically because, as far as I understand it, his condition has never been recorded since or at least not in the comorbidity and severity he reportedly endured.
And because, as I also have understood, there was no method for the genetic testing we have today when he was alive or when he died, nor was enough genetic material spared the ravages of natural decay, there is currently no reliable if even possible method for doing genetic sampling on what remains because what might be obtained cannot be compared to anything on record because there isn't anything on record definitively. 'Proteus syndrome' is almost metaphor or a adjective nomen because there's nothing else to call it but a descriptive nickname, in a way.
And yet Merrick also never allowed his humanity to be torn away, by considerable record, he chose not to be monstrous, he allowed himself permission to accept kindness, not as pity but courtesy, acknowledged humanity. And I suspect this was evident to others who met the man who was only locked behind the flesh he could not remove, not that it defined him or allowed to take the place of the human being he was.
These two people are immense inspirations to me, Mr. Roussimoff and Mr. Merrick, because they did not simply accept kindness, they chose kindness, despite the horror and monstrosity that their life required them to accommodate. They chose not to be monsters and were not monsters, and like anyone who deeply professes beliefs like that it radiates palpably from them, and is recognized despite what physical limits they may have.
I wish when other people make references that their recept of conversation may likely not recognize they'll provide some context, or allow them room to ask. I don't resent the assumption that I know something if I don't, but I get extremely frustrated when someone throws out a name or title I have no way of recognizing and I am somehow expected to treat with familiarity. That was not you, I stress, and I don't mean to pick on the person I was speaking to, whoever they were or are.
-2Paw.
That was why my friend or fellow discussor mentioned it, I remember we were talking about Andre Roussimoff, and how much he meant to me as a hero because of how he grasped his illness and mighty strength, even though his acromegaly's effects on his body left him in worsening agony and was slowly killing him.
He never stopped being kind, never stopped caring or being gentle, nor being human, even though I imagine there were times he considered himself monstrous. I compared his condition or its context with that of John Merrick, who might've had a relative of acromegaly but also something novel and not entirely explained called Proteus Syndrome, not explained diagnostically because, as far as I understand it, his condition has never been recorded since or at least not in the comorbidity and severity he reportedly endured.
And because, as I also have understood, there was no method for the genetic testing we have today when he was alive or when he died, nor was enough genetic material spared the ravages of natural decay, there is currently no reliable if even possible method for doing genetic sampling on what remains because what might be obtained cannot be compared to anything on record because there isn't anything on record definitively. 'Proteus syndrome' is almost metaphor or a adjective nomen because there's nothing else to call it but a descriptive nickname, in a way.
And yet Merrick also never allowed his humanity to be torn away, by considerable record, he chose not to be monstrous, he allowed himself permission to accept kindness, not as pity but courtesy, acknowledged humanity. And I suspect this was evident to others who met the man who was only locked behind the flesh he could not remove, not that it defined him or allowed to take the place of the human being he was.
These two people are immense inspirations to me, Mr. Roussimoff and Mr. Merrick, because they did not simply accept kindness, they chose kindness, despite the horror and monstrosity that their life required them to accommodate. They chose not to be monsters and were not monsters, and like anyone who deeply professes beliefs like that it radiates palpably from them, and is recognized despite what physical limits they may have.
I wish when other people make references that their recept of conversation may likely not recognize they'll provide some context, or allow them room to ask. I don't resent the assumption that I know something if I don't, but I get extremely frustrated when someone throws out a name or title I have no way of recognizing and I am somehow expected to treat with familiarity. That was not you, I stress, and I don't mean to pick on the person I was speaking to, whoever they were or are.
-2Paw.
Yeah, I remember seeing The Princess Bride with my family years ago, on the DVD which also had a good 'Making of' show on it as well, and there were lots of interviews with André Roussimoff, including comments from him on how difficult it was for him to even fit in a car most of the time. That video, and everything else I've heard about him, just indicates how much of a fundamentally nice person he was. (A lot of giants are because they learn earlier than most just how fragile things around them actually are.) And how smart he was, even if he wasn't always portrayed as such, mostly because English was very obviously not his first language.
One famous giant Canadian would be Anna Swan, later Anna Bates, who was 7'11"; she ended up touring with P.T. Barnum and his circus, and it was during the circus touring that she met her husband, Martin 'the Kentucky Giant' Bates at 7'9". When they retired, they got a house built that had 14' ceilings where everything was oversized so they could live comfortably.
One famous giant Canadian would be Anna Swan, later Anna Bates, who was 7'11"; she ended up touring with P.T. Barnum and his circus, and it was during the circus touring that she met her husband, Martin 'the Kentucky Giant' Bates at 7'9". When they retired, they got a house built that had 14' ceilings where everything was oversized so they could live comfortably.
I think having known me and my own story IRL well, the little kid who was twice the size his older peers were and kept getting mistaken for someone in high school, built like a giant but never getting into fights more because the other kids wouldn't rouse the ire I didn't have, while my being terrified of the whole business...well, you can likely see where my own path has led because of it. And you and your friendship and support are part of why I never fully lost the plot when things really got rough, which many of those I know you know as well I do, for I've told you of them.
In the guise of Trainee Frostbite I will be attending my first costumed Hallowe'en party since I could no longer go trick-or-treating at age ten (my last time was when I was 9, in October of 1987) because the next year no adult manning the doors for shellout believed, because I was over six feet tall, that I was not in high school and should not be served with the other children whose age I claimed to match.
I never forgot this, not betrayal by my elders, but by fate and poor belief by others, not unfounded. I am not particularly sore about this now, but again as you know a great deal of my story, you know how often my word has been doubted because others have failed in their privilege of trust. You know how hard it can be for me to trust and easy for that trust to be disrupted because of this. Doubt in others, and not infrequently myself, is one of the most savage and amoral monsters my heart and insidiant, inner terror bears.
Oh, I know the story of Anna Bates (nee Swan), her recruitment by P.T. Barnum and eventual marriage to her husband Martin. Their tale was detailed in The Big Book Of Freaks (not meant disrespectfully; the subject matter covered and persons illustrated therein 'The Big Book Of...' series are treated with tremendous care) which I have a copy of here at home. Sadly, even childbearing was tremendously difficult for her because of her unusual anatomy and genetics combined with her husband's; they tried on many occasions but short of I believe one successful pregnancy and living breech, all of her children were stillborn.
-2Paw.
In the guise of Trainee Frostbite I will be attending my first costumed Hallowe'en party since I could no longer go trick-or-treating at age ten (my last time was when I was 9, in October of 1987) because the next year no adult manning the doors for shellout believed, because I was over six feet tall, that I was not in high school and should not be served with the other children whose age I claimed to match.
I never forgot this, not betrayal by my elders, but by fate and poor belief by others, not unfounded. I am not particularly sore about this now, but again as you know a great deal of my story, you know how often my word has been doubted because others have failed in their privilege of trust. You know how hard it can be for me to trust and easy for that trust to be disrupted because of this. Doubt in others, and not infrequently myself, is one of the most savage and amoral monsters my heart and insidiant, inner terror bears.
Oh, I know the story of Anna Bates (nee Swan), her recruitment by P.T. Barnum and eventual marriage to her husband Martin. Their tale was detailed in The Big Book Of Freaks (not meant disrespectfully; the subject matter covered and persons illustrated therein 'The Big Book Of...' series are treated with tremendous care) which I have a copy of here at home. Sadly, even childbearing was tremendously difficult for her because of her unusual anatomy and genetics combined with her husband's; they tried on many occasions but short of I believe one successful pregnancy and living breech, all of her children were stillborn.
-2Paw.
I have slowly been getting back into old habits, Indigo-fren, and among them is catching up on watching Helluva Boss; Loona is a wonderfully ascerbic but vulnerable wolfbeast woman, and I am very fond of her. When I saw you drawing her the other day in your stream I was looking forward to seeing the final product of your tablet-craft and it's a treat to see her tonight; thank you very kindly for the sharing!
-2Paw.
-2Paw.
Indigo, you have always been a tremendously kind and loving friend to this little wolf and I think only recently I've been able to express myself with appropriate coherency- if any at all- as to how much the good friends who've been of such tremendous support to me have meant in my journey, and getting from there to here. You have never asked me to come with you, you have invited me. You have never demanded permission of my presence nor asked mine of yours, you have asked my courtesy and I have met it, and oftentimes we've never needed to word that by specifics.
We acknowledge and understand, and that tether we share is as titanic as you often are in body. The best I can do to repay that kindness is taking what it's made me and running with it, being kind, paying it forward. If I am a storyteller, then every story that is mine is shared with you and my friends in the telling, my journeymates and beloved companions. I am whole because you showed me how to be, invited me to learn completeness and to merit it for myself. I hope in whatever way I might I've done you the same kindness, for if I have, then our purposes are met properly.
And your heart's sunshine always lends me the starlight my heart needs to share my smile with you, as you do yours with me. You rock, Blue Sky Foxen.
-2Paw.
We acknowledge and understand, and that tether we share is as titanic as you often are in body. The best I can do to repay that kindness is taking what it's made me and running with it, being kind, paying it forward. If I am a storyteller, then every story that is mine is shared with you and my friends in the telling, my journeymates and beloved companions. I am whole because you showed me how to be, invited me to learn completeness and to merit it for myself. I hope in whatever way I might I've done you the same kindness, for if I have, then our purposes are met properly.
And your heart's sunshine always lends me the starlight my heart needs to share my smile with you, as you do yours with me. You rock, Blue Sky Foxen.
-2Paw.
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