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I don’t have much to say.
That means I’m going to ramble.
I’ve been working with an event at a bar here in San Fran called Ace’s Bike Club. Its a once a week excuse to dust off the bike, ride down to the SOMA and hang out with friends. We watch bike videos, talk about bikes, and watch some gals attempt to go-go dance. Good times.
I mention this because I was pimping for the event to some friends telling them “You should come down. It’s a good time and we all get together without somebody dieing. Anytime somebody dies everyone is always ‘we have to get together more often’ so this is one of those times.”
So here I am, going to drive down to socal with Justabill for the first time since ’97 (I re-established contact with the scene in ’98) for an event because somebody died. That’s what it’s taken to get me to come down to socal for a few days. Hypocite? Maybe a little.
Like everyone else, I take things for granted. I took it for granted that the plans we made at the Defcon day after wrap up meeting would come to light. Ghent had some great stuff he was going to be working on for next year. Better layout for wireless, Defcon TV, etc. We talked about the feasibility of setting p an improve broadcast studio with operators to handle live feeds etc, and I took for granted tht after the new years hangovers sbside, the planning would begin to make these ideas come to be reality.
I took for granted that Just like with previous years, Ghent would be sitting there in the NOC with that all knowing grin everytime some kiddie wanted to take a stab at owning the network. I took for granted that when something went offline, nobody would have to make a call because he would already be on it. Most Defcon attendee’s don’t know him because he was behind the scenes, with the rest of the NOC techs, making sure everything ran smooth 24/4 (I’m going to trademark this. DEFCON: 24/4).
So what’s my point in this ramble?
There’s nothing like a funeral for a brother to make some of the toughest, bad ass mother fuckers you will ever meet to bring them down to pack of sobering biomass.
I’m tired of burying my friends. This will be my second funeral this year, my 4th in two years. My second Defcon friend to pass.
Get together more often, send out emails to people you haven’t in a while, and call old friends.
RIP Sinster
RIP Hippyman
RIP Krys
RIP Ghent
That means I’m going to ramble.
I’ve been working with an event at a bar here in San Fran called Ace’s Bike Club. Its a once a week excuse to dust off the bike, ride down to the SOMA and hang out with friends. We watch bike videos, talk about bikes, and watch some gals attempt to go-go dance. Good times.
I mention this because I was pimping for the event to some friends telling them “You should come down. It’s a good time and we all get together without somebody dieing. Anytime somebody dies everyone is always ‘we have to get together more often’ so this is one of those times.”
So here I am, going to drive down to socal with Justabill for the first time since ’97 (I re-established contact with the scene in ’98) for an event because somebody died. That’s what it’s taken to get me to come down to socal for a few days. Hypocite? Maybe a little.
Like everyone else, I take things for granted. I took it for granted that the plans we made at the Defcon day after wrap up meeting would come to light. Ghent had some great stuff he was going to be working on for next year. Better layout for wireless, Defcon TV, etc. We talked about the feasibility of setting p an improve broadcast studio with operators to handle live feeds etc, and I took for granted tht after the new years hangovers sbside, the planning would begin to make these ideas come to be reality.
I took for granted that Just like with previous years, Ghent would be sitting there in the NOC with that all knowing grin everytime some kiddie wanted to take a stab at owning the network. I took for granted that when something went offline, nobody would have to make a call because he would already be on it. Most Defcon attendee’s don’t know him because he was behind the scenes, with the rest of the NOC techs, making sure everything ran smooth 24/4 (I’m going to trademark this. DEFCON: 24/4).
So what’s my point in this ramble?
There’s nothing like a funeral for a brother to make some of the toughest, bad ass mother fuckers you will ever meet to bring them down to pack of sobering biomass.
I’m tired of burying my friends. This will be my second funeral this year, my 4th in two years. My second Defcon friend to pass.
Get together more often, send out emails to people you haven’t in a while, and call old friends.
RIP Sinster
RIP Hippyman
RIP Krys
RIP Ghent
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