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I wrote this in March of 2012 once it had finally settled in to my brain on the passing of Neptunus Lex. Brother in Arms, Brothers in Ink, Milblogger, and a man I’d like to consider a friend. I think it needs to be reposted as its that time of the year again. It is Ireland’s sacred duty to send over, every few years, a playwright to save the English theatre from inarticulate glumness. Kenneth Tynan, Observer, 27 May 1956 We didn’t send him to England. But really, for an Irishman there really isn’t much difference between death and Ireland. For me, it didn’t really click until this morning. I had an eval with my current employer, I sat in front of my laptop at 4 o clock this morning with my coffee, and on impulse clicked Lex’s blog link from my bookmarks. My nerves akimbo. I wanted some peace. Over the years the people I have known via websites have waxed and waned. When I first started writing on line back in 1995, there was one other site I visited with regularity. In 2000, there was eight. In 2002 twenty two. In 2007 almost 52. Now? 17…and of those fully half are inactive links. Its a testament to my love for Lex’s work that I kept him on my book mark list. The others I liked and I keep hoping that they will update. I have been reluctant to remove the inactive ones from my bookmarks for this reason. As I clicked his link, and the page loaded the hot coffee turned cool against my lips as I was reminded by whisper…he’s gone. His words will not grace us any longer, save for works in days gone by. His thoughts of previous days left to haunt us in the present. I set my cup down and wondered. This digital snap shots in to our lives. Where will they go? What will happen to them. For many, when the costs come due our families will shut them down, turn off the lights, and our words will vanish in to the ether at some point. Our words left unread by those in the future whom may read them. It is one advantage our print and media brethren have over us. Our archives are only around as long as someone wishes to pay for it. There are no libraries whom receive our subscriptions, no history scribes whom will hallmark our work and words. It is up to us to find ways to back up these works, save them, and distribute them in some fashion for others to hold dear. Our children may not come of age knowing our works, or what motivated us without these very lines I type. How we thought and the people we sought to be, in the end are portrayed here, in black and white and sent to you in hi definition on 1,024 x 768 pixels through a OC48 pipe from one coast to another. Lex is gone. That much is final. His words may one day slip in to obscurity. Like my other blog friend triticale whom we lost in 2007, or Acidman whom we lost in 2006, their websites stand testament to their sentiments, themselves, and their values. Digital monuments. But one day those digital monuments can and will fail. Companies get sold, servers crash, people move on, costs become exorbitant. For me a culmination of almost two decades of writing belong on two websites…the thought crosses my mind…what will happen if? I have no regular blog partner with keys. My wife has no interest in these things, and no interest in voicing her own ideals. It will simply become like my coffee, cold, and one day to vanish in to the electronic ether. Maybe I am bleak because a little light has left this world. Because one who continued, with others fell to the way side, to provide us with measured, rational doses of words, wisdom and work. Who shared with us his day to day experiences, struggles and life. Maybe I am bleak because how many of us, in that former profession, had those narrow misses? Those brief glances in to our future? that feeling that all we knew and had was about to change in a single instance….and once he was past that point he chose to go back to it, willingly, knowing the costs at stake? Only to be snatched at the last possible instance mere feet from safety? It seems incomprehensible really. But the Banshee does not care about prose, wit, or talent and at some point when she calls to us to warn of us of An Bás, the time to prepare will be over. I prefer not to think that those engines final whine were the cry of the Banshee for Lex, although fitting it may be. When An Bás came calling, I choose to think that someone, up there….just wanted a good debriefing on how life is down here these days. And to keep it interesting he picked the best writer we had. Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam May he rest on peace
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Scríobh mé seo i mí an Mhárta 2012 nuair a bhí sé socruithe go críochnaitheach i mo inchinn ar dháta rite an neptunus Lex. Deartháir i Armas, Brothers i Dúigh, Milblogger, agus fear ba mhaith liom buíochas a mheas cara. I mo thuairimse, ní mór é a reposted mar chuid an am sin den bhliain arís. Tá sé de dhualgas hÉireann naofa a sheoladh os a chionn, gach cúpla bliain, drámadóir a shábháil ar an amharclann Béarla ó glumness inarticulate. Kenneth Tynan, Breathnadóireachta, 27 Bealtaine, 1956 Ní raibh muid dó a sheoladh chuig Sasana. Ach i ndáiríre, le haghaidh Éireannach nach bhfuil i ndáiríre i bhfad difríocht idir bás agus Éire. Maidir liom féin, ní raibh sé i ndáiríre go dtí go raibh an cliceáil morning.I ar eval le mo fhostóir reatha, shuigh mé os comhair mo ríomhaire glúine ag 04:00 ar maidin le mo caife, agus ar impulse a chliceáil nasc bhlag Lex ar ó mo leabharmharcanna. Mo nerves akimbo. Theastaigh mé roinnt síochána. Thar na blianta tá na daoine mé ar a dtugtar trí láithreáin ghréasáin waxed agus waned. Nuair a thosaigh mé ag scríobh ar líne ar ais i 1995 den chéad uair, bhí láithreán amháin eile a thug mé cuairt le rialtacht. Sa bhliain 2000, bhí ocht ann. Sa bhliain 2002 beirt is fiche. Sa bhliain 2007 beagnach 52. Anois? 17 ... agus na ndaoine go hiomlán leath naisc neamhghníomhach. A teist ar mo ghrá d'obair Lex gur choinnigh mé ar mo liosta marc leabhar. Na daoine eile a thaitin liom agus a choinneáil mé ag súil go mbeidh siad cothrom le dáta. Bhí mé drogall a bhaint as na cinn neamhghníomhach ó mo leabharmharcanna ar an gcúis seo. Mar a chliceáil mé a nasc, agus an leathanach luchtaithe an caife te iompú fionnuar i gcoinne mo bheola mar a bhí mé i gcuimhne le cogar ... tá sé imithe. Ní bheidh a chuid focal cairde dúinn ar bith níos faide, ach amháin le haghaidh oibreacha i lá ag imithe. A chuid smaointe laethanta roimhe sin d'fhág a haunt dúinn i láthair . Leag mé mo chupán síos agus wondered. Seo shots Léim digiteach i ár saol. Cá gcuirfear iad? Cad a tharlóidh dóibh. I gcás go leor, nuair a thagann na costais atá dlite beidh ár dteaghlaigh stoptar síos iad, mhúchadh na soilse, agus beidh ár focail vanish i go dtí an éitear ag pointe éigin. Ár focail ar chlé neamhléite siúd sa todhchaí d'fhéadfadh a bhfuil iad a léamh. Tá sé buntáiste amháin go bhfuil ár se a bhráithre meáin chlóite agus níos mó ná dúinn. Is iad ár cartlanna ach thart ar chomh fada agus is mian leis duine éigin a íoc as dó. Níl aon leabharlann acu a fháil ar ár síntiúis, ní scríobhaithe staire acu sainmharc ár gcuid oibre agus focail. Tá sé suas le linn chun bealaí chun cúltaca na hoibreacha seo, iad a shábháil, agus iad a dháileadh ar shlí éigin do dhaoine eile a shealbhú daor a aimsiú. Ní féidir ár leanaí teacht d'aois a fhios agam ár n-oibreacha, nó céard a spreag linn gan na línte an-cineál mé. Conas a cheap muid agus na daoine á lorg againn a bheith, sa deireadh a léirítear anseo, i dubh agus bán agus a sheoladh chuig tú i sainmhíniú Hi ar 1,024 × 768 picteilín trí phíopa OC48 ó chósta amháin go ceann eile. Lex é imithe. Is é sin i bhfad deiridh. D'fhéadfadh sé focail lá amháin duillín i do doiléire. Cosúil le mo bhlag cara eile triteacáil duine a chaill muid i 2007, nó Acidman duine a chaill muid i 2006, seasamh ar a láithreáin ghréasáin teist a n-sentiments, iad féin, agus a luachanna. Séadchomharthaí Digiteach. Ach lá amháin is féidir iad siúd séadchomharthaí digiteach agus beidh theipeann. Cuideachtaí a fháil a dhíoltar, freastalaithe tuairteála, daoine bogadh ar aghaidh, a bheith costais exorbitant. Maidir liom féin bhuaic de beagnach dhá scór bliain na scríbhneoireachta mbaineann ar dhá láithreáin ghréasáin ... Trasnaíonn an smaoinimh mo aigne ... cad a tharlóidh más rud é? Tá mé aon pháirtí bhlag go rialta le heochracha. Bhfuil aon leas i na rudaí seo, agus aon ús i voicing a cuid idéalacha féin mo bhean chéile. Beidh sé a bheith simplí cosúil le mo caife, fuar, agus lá amháin a vanish i go dtí an éitear leictreonach. B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé gruama toisc go bhfuil solas beag d'fhág an saol seo. Toisc amháin a lean, le daoine eile a thit ar an mbealach taobh, a sholáthar dúinn le thomhas, dáileoga réasúnach a bhaint as focail, eagna agus obair. Cé a roinntear le linn a lá go lá thaithí, struggles agus an saol. B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé gruama mar gheall ar conas a lán againn, sa mhéid is go iar-ghairm, bhí sin misses caol? Glacfar amharc gairid i ár dtodhchaí? go mothú go raibh gach raibh a fhios againn agus bhí ar tí é a athrú i ásc amháin .... agus nuair a bhí sé anuas go pointe roghnaigh sé chun dul ar ais dó, toilteanach, agus a fhios na costais atá i gceist? Ach a bheith sciob ag an gcéad agus is féidir cosa ach ní bhíonn ach go deireanach ó sábháilteachta? Dealraíonn sé dothuigthe i ndáiríre. Ach nach bhfuil an carachtar, nathanna cainte cúram faoi prós, WIT, nó tallainne agus ag pointe áirithe nuair a thugann sí dúinn chun rabhadh a thabhairt dúinn ar an Bás, beidh an t-am a ullmhú a bheith os cionn. Is fearr liom gan smaoineamh go raibh na innill cnáimhseáil deiridh an caoin na carachtar, nathanna cainte do Lex, cé gur fheistiú fhéadfadh sé a bheith. Nuair a tháinig an Bás ag glaoch, roghnaigh mé chun smaoineamh go bhfuil duine éigin, suas ann .... theastaigh ach faisnéisithe maith ar an gcaoi a bhfuil an saol síos anseo ar na laethanta. Agus a choinneáil suimiúil roghnaíodh sé an scríbhneoir is fearr a bhí againn. Ar éilliú Dé dul ar Tadhg Taidhgín raibh Suaimhneas ar síochána Tags: Acidman , Blogger , Digiteach , Deireadh na Líne , beannacht maith , Milblogger , Séadchomharthaí , neptunus Lex , Technorati , triticale