“An Antidote To The Unhappy Stuff”

by matttbastard

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h/t Jes.

Come, my friends
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

– Tennyson

h/t Katherine.

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Andrew Olmsted

by matttbastard

Goddammit.

Godfuckingdammit.

More later, when I get home. Crying at work isn’t exactly my idea of a fun way to spend a Friday night. But thems the motherfucking breaks.

My sincere condolences to Andrew’s family.

Heh. These peas certainly are fresh. And hot.

Update: More @ Memeorandum.

Update 2: Andrew’s last post @ ObWi was soliciting funds on behalf of Pretty Woman Bird House. Though they reached their goal last week, PWBH is still accepting (and in need of) donations. Making one in Andrew’s name (as I plan on doing once I get home from work) would be a great honour to his memory, and his legacy.

(Can you tell these peas are fresh?)

Update 3: Rocky Mountain News obituary (h/t Jim Henley; more here.)

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