Pamalinsky,

He had a soft spot for you that really came through in his posts towards you in the past. I'm sure his spirit wherever it may be at rest and peace right now was moved by your beautiful and thoughtful post. Thank you for sharing it.

PROG OFF
Very beautiful, Pammie. I was starting to put together my annual Christmas "ambience" music list yesterday, and picked this as one of the pieces. To me it mirrors the idea of light coming out of darkness and yes, that does fit FPT. I've never seen the poem before,
Williams did a great job of matching it!

David and I were friends since high school. If anyone's interested, I posted an undelivered eulogy (memorial ceremony was truncated) at https://sites.google.com/site/sbateslv/david_eulogy.

Thanks, sbates. That's a touching portrait of a man many of us did not know as well as you obviously did.

Oh! Thank you Snoogie!
How sweet of you to say this. I often wondered if he just thought of me as some sort of "flibbertigibbet." I had a hard time finding my own voice when I first joined the Cube, but longed dearly to exchange with my new-found friends. I wondered if I could ever do that.


I persisted though, exactly like a doggie encircled by an electric fence (some of which was of my own making), eagerly enduring those shocks to get to my "family."


That persistence, though possibly annoying to my Cubist's, paid off! Bigtime!


After many years of real, honest conversation so lacking in my life, I found Theo to be an oasis. I absolutely fell in love with him. He seemed to sense my longing for the exchange he offered and encouraged it lovingly. A man of voluminous kindness. He was instrumental in my finding the love of my life, Chris, AKA Comrade Tovarich. We have been together for 3 and a half years and it gets better every day. I never thought this would happen to me. Yet, it did. (so does Chris)


Chris and David were very close friends. So I got the best of both worlds, so to speak.


Kelly Girl, my musical friend! I'm ecstatic that you love this piece and can see the correlation to our darling David. It is one of the most poignant pieces of music I have ever heard. Thank you so much for listening and reading. It means so much to me.


sbates
I was, in fact, very interested in your post and have saved it to my archives regarding David. I do so appreciate your posting it. I only wish I had known him as well as you.

I haven't been posting here much due to a family illness. I was sorry to hear of Comrade Theocritus' passing. The People's Cube has lost one of its most eloquent (not to mention prolific) contributors. I did not know him personally, but I suspected he was a man of good character and sound judgement; from reading the other comments here, my suspicions have been confirmed. My condolences to his friends, neighbors and relatives for their loss. He has made the journey we all must eventually make, but I am convinced that human consciousness survives the failure of the physical vessel that contains it. So wherever you are now, David, I salute you, and in your honor....

FLOCCI­NAUCINI­HILIPIL­IFICATION = an estimation of something as worthless (such as the
90% of politicians that give the other 10% a bad name.)

Vaya con Dios.

sbates, a fine eulogy and a fond remembrance of a good friend. Thanks for posting.

I just found out that our prodigal comrades at BlurBrain.com (they split from the Party a couple of years ago to create their own online faction) have posted a eulogy as well, with lots of comments.

Father Prog Theocritus of Peoples Cube Fame has Left This Earth

Father Prog Theocritus was one of the wittiest and most fearless comrades ever to engage in progressive discourse.

Cheers, Theo! A toast to your memory.

Alas, I will honor Theocritus the only way we Democrats know how: I will honor him by lifting the words of others and pass them off as my own in order to inspire our thoughtless, illiterate constituents. It is the Obama way of doing things. More importantly, it is the Kennedy way of doing things.

And forever will Theocritus be remembered for the progressive that he was. Forever will he be immortalized -- along with me, naturally -- as I utter these lines pulled from Shakespeare that were found by my permanent intern speechwriter fresh from Harvard College. I am ready for my close up, NBC News:

(Dons the carefully coiffed Kennedy hair)

Americans, do him right:
Democrat Patricians, draw your swords: and sheathe them not
Till Theocritus be Washington's eternal emperor.
Republicans, would thou wert shipp'd to hell,
Rather than rob him of the people's hearts!

The people's hearts will always belong to you, noble Theocritus! So long as the teachers' unions survive, your good works on Mother Earth will not soon be forgotten!

I am deeply saddened by David's passing and will miss his sharp wit and unique take on the growing absurdities of our time. David was a good man and we are all very fortunate to have shared in so many laughs and good times with him. My thoughts and prayers are with David and his loved ones.

RIP, David.

Comrade Otis wrote:I'll never forget when Sister Massively Opiated needed a new computer and he said, I've got more money than I know what to do with; and like Christmas she woke up to a brand new computer. He enjoyed sharing. He had a lot to share.

I feel like I've been sucker punched. The air's been knocked out of me.

I've gotten quite a few emails from people wondering where I've been, and all I can say to excuse the lateness of this is that Otis summed it up in two sentences. I've been in a heap since I found out about Theo, particularly since he knew I was dealing with a serious illness in my family and so unlike his usual openness, he didn't tell me he was even going into hospital. So I'm feeling even more guilty that I hadn't been in touch with him right before he passed. Many of you have written about his generosity, but I suspect none of you know the extent of it, or that I was the luckiest recipient of his beneficence. After the computer, which was a result of my having broken my spine in more places than not and shattering my rib cage, which led to both lungs collapsing and a near-deadly bout of pneumonia (the whole hospital adventure of 2008), leaving me unable to sit at my desktop computer but also unable to bear the weight of the average laptop (the result of which was a MacBookAir magically appearing in my life), Theo somehow managed to keep abreast of all manner of challenges I was facing. I never knew how he found out about the things that I made a point of keeping from him, because I never wanted to have my hand out to him... He and I shared a great deal of personal stürm unt drang in our private emails, as well as many many happy things (we got in the habit of sending each other particularly goofy and tacky tchachkes, and I have the bizarrely three legged Chinese frog he sent me just because he thought it was perhaps one of the ugliest but funniest things he'd ever found - it is - on the shelf by my 'chair' to this day), not to mention amazing intellectual correspondences ranging from music to science to politics to just about anything you can imagine... but somehow he had a way of finding out what I never told him and it was not unusual for cheque to suddenly appear in the mail, just when I was wondering whether to pay for rent or medicine. Quite the detective, was our Theo, and I was always taken aback at his quiet kindness, and the breath it allowed me to take just when I didn't think I could hold it any longer. I can only hope that my words conveyed the thanks I truly felt, as often as he told me to shut the hell up and get on with it. If he could have done it anonymously, I think he would have.

For someone I never met in person, rarely spoke to on the phone, but emailed sometimes back and forth multiple times in a day, I feel that I have lost one of my closest friends and compatriots. The only thing that mediates his loss in any way is that I got to 'see' him find a happiness in his life in the last while that he never thought or believed he would, and which surprised him in the best possible way. And I delighted in his sharing his constant surprise and joy. It was too short-lived and almost cruel that he didn't have more time to enjoy it.

He did live a good life. He did enjoy surprising people with his generosity, be they his friends, or the students who benefited from the musical education his kindness provided, or the military families whose tabs he picked up at his local restaurant, or the many others we know of, or those he never shared with anyone. But it was still too short and I will miss his friendship, his polymath intellect and boundless curiosity, his ability to out-pun just about anybody in any modality from the philosophical to the scientific to the fine arts, his gloriously irreverent sense of humour, his ability to cut down the useful idiots in their tracks with one well placed remark, his unwillingness to suffer fools gladly balanced with his ability to find and allow to shine the worth of lesser minds than his own (a true indication of his innate and stalwart kindness), his incredibly grounded-in-experience advice when I was at my absolute worst. I have lost one of my closest friends, my guardian angel, and my North Star in one fell moment, and though he lived a good life, it will never have been long enough. Nothing I can write will ever capture what we have collectively lost with his passing.

And I am bereft...
Sister Massively Opiated

Red Square wrote: ...His legacy left us with many lessons. One of them is this: Think less of how others may perceive you. Be good, open, and honest. Don't be a follower. Do what you know is best and do it well; then others will follow you.

It's a way to have a good life. David had a good life.

A beautiful and heartfelt eulogy was given us by our own Dear Leader, Red Square, and Father Prog is most worthy.

Theo brightened our virtual lives at the Cube and no doubt everywhere he made his presence known. He was witty and always ready to embrace and encourage a fledgling Proglet - as I know from direct experience. It was he who through his Cubic authority elevated me to the position of Commissar, and who brought many of us together in heights of online discourse we wouldn't otherwise have been able to produce without the synergistic sparks of ideas he created and in turn helped us create.

And the parties at the Rancho! Days of glory and shame we will always remember with fondness and chagrin. Now who will bring us back into the presence of our dear MTE? Theo was the one with a direct line to which she always ran that allowed us to bask in her destructive virtual presence.

Of course we know he isn't really gone, but will we ever see him again? I pray that he found the Lord before he left and that one day we'll see him when we graduate from this kindergarten existence. One of our fellow Cubists wrote that he was bored. No doubt The Cube gave him relief. Did he ever read Ecclesiastes, I wonder? "Vanity of vanities... all is vanity... under the sun." Solomon of course knew what he was writing about. If this life were all there was then we all would be without hope. But this life continually points out that there must be something more than existence "under the sun." I hope David accepted the eternal joy that was offered him.

Barney Frank sends his regards

West in peace, Fathah Pwahg!

This is an actual recipe some ass hat made. Someone should do a Jihadist version for Peoples Cube


https://www.browneyedbaker.com/2011/03/ ... -cupcakes/

Today is the day, August 16th, 2013, that our darling, Father Prog Theocritus, passed away.

My esteemed friend, Konservative_Punk, forwarded me this picture of him when he was a senior in high school. He, Punk, has gone through a thorough perusal of the Cube's history and found that even though he is absolutely straight as they come, he found himself absolutely loving Father Prog, he felt unworthy to memorialize him, as I do, and he is not alone!

Because David (Father Prog) was so embarrassed about his appearance, I am a bit reticent about posting this photo. Thing is, I think he looks wonderful…vulnerable, sweet, kind, smart. In fact, I think he's hot!

I post this for love of our darling Father Prog Theocritus! We all want to know what he looked like.


BTW, his funeral was held on my birthday, August 22. I'll never forget it!

I have poured myself a shot of The People's vodka. Salute, David!