From the DFA blog
cChalfonte, I'll share a story about Edwin with you.
Last summer, a couple [seven] of bloggers got together in NYC. Wonderful memories. We went to see Philadelphia, Here I Come, starring Edwin, of course (awesome play and performance), we went out for dinner, and then ChrisNYC procured the keys to the one private garden in the city, where Subway and mprov played the guitar and we danced along.
Afterwards, a few of us went to a bar (Edwin is an Irish [Welsh, Norwegian] bastard, so brace yourselves). Well, Charles Riggs III said something about something (and Charles is a sweetheart, BTW). I don't remember the comment exactly, but I believe it had something to do with defending a comment about the Dean campaign being run badly or something along those lines.
LORD HAVE MERCY!!!! Edwin shouted so loudly at Charles you could hear him down the street. I never saw a man so vocal in my life. And the look in his eyes, jeez! Poor Charles (not that Charles was in any harm's way, we were just having a conversation amongst friends).
Don't ever insult Dean in Edwin's presence. And, touch a hair on puddle's head, and you're toast, baby.
So, Edwin, if your time has come, ok, but see, I'm not a fatalist. FIGHT, DAMN IT.
Shit, I'm afraid to click on submit and read the latest. Crossing toes...
by Agatha on Friday, 09/08/06 @ 10:45 PM | Rate this | Avg Rating: -
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When You Are Old and Grey
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
- W.B. Yeats
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