Here's how one should best be remembered, by Awl pal and designer pk: "Brad"-the longtime blogger, theater enthusiast, coiner of the unfortunate phrase "blogosphere," serial raconteur and total hound who died yesterday-"did everything gay men are told we should no longer do in this day and age. He drank far too much, he loved to smoke, and he had a taste for distractingly handsome, alarmingly young men. In fact, Su and I once referred to a boyfriend whose name we had forgotten as 'this many.' The name stuck, and Brad would tell us for months how 'this many' was doing. Brad's last trip to Chicago left us in some disgusting bar at four in the morning-our fifth for the night-commandeering the jukebox, and Brad howling along to Prince's "Let's Pretend We're Married." Word. (Photo by.)
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
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I didn't know him at all, but a few of my friends were his friends, and everyone is just so sad and retelling such amazing stories that it's clear that not knowing him was a bad thing indeed. RIP.
SOME, too fragile for winter winds,
The thoughtful grave encloses,-
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold,-
Sparrows unnoticed by the Father;
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
pk was so right: I did love that story. And I miss that man.