Wednesday, April 11, 2007

God bless you mister rosewater



It is with profound sadness that I report the death of Kurt Vonnegut. He died today at the age of 84. I only met him once long enough to speak to him. Even if I had never met him, I have always and will always consider him a friend. Like so many who were once young, I took his books as a testament that growing older doesn't mean losing perspective on the absurdity of the human experiment. I think he surely had a little something to do with making me who I am today. So it goes.

[NYTimes: Kurt Vonnegut dead at 84]

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