april is the cruellest month
my general attitude towards death is some permutation of, " some will die so that others may live!"
but sometimes, it's more difficult than others to ascertain the relationship between ultimate cause & effect in the cosmic flux...
during april of 2008 (& then again in early may) a couple of my friends killed themselves... both of them drank heavily quite often at the same time as they were self-medicating with powerful neurochemicals (prescription &/or not).
it was also during april, in 2005 that i started ministering about the cthulhu devival with the austin division of the chupacabra policia.
but i was still caught off guard yesterday when i heard that the national chapter of the chupacabra policia's founding general, caleb schaber had died in gerlach... i mean, i was inclined to believe he wouldn't stop agitating until some scimitar on the other side of the world followed the dotted line across his neck... although i certainly realize that this scenario has some significant similarities to the situations in april, last year... i have to admit that i am still waiting for forensic reports before i begin to speculate too much about this case...
i know that often suicide can be an impulsive act of passion, but i guess i would have thought schaber would have gone out during the execution of a cacophonous act that would make paul addis's stunts look like a child drawing outside the lines of a coloring book!
i won't be able to make it to the memorial service in reno, but i think he deserves a 23-Gun salute & a New Orleans/Dixieland gypsy punk funeral, here in austin...
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here's schaber's eulogy from dr. fuckoffski's memorial service, which is an excellent statement of his own position on death (mixed with his brand of snark, satire, & stoicism):
"I met the Dr. in 02 when I was on the run and facing two strike crime felonies. Over the years, he and I discussed many things, as many of you have pointed out: He offered a lot to all of us. I remember being with him in Tucson and watching him promote the very moped system he died on. Jeff and I both are Michigan natives and we often talked about that, and how our lives crossed. He helped me a lot when I lived Tucson. I never like to hear about the death of my friends, but it strikes me harder, when I live in a war zone. 4 people have been kidnapped in the last two days, some near where I live. Death is always a mystery, and when your number is up, you're dead. That is a common topic here.
More than a fucker, Jeff was a father, to his daughter, and other children. Jeff was very supportive when I went to Iraq, and I would have never thought that I would be writing anything like this about him being dead. I remember when he was given the keys to La Contessa, and we flew the Chupacabra Flag for a few days before the event in 03. Jeff and I assembled a small crew of people and visited an abandoned titan missle silo in Tucson. . . I have people from Tucson and that area here and we
are going to be partying several days in his honor. He is the first member of the Chupacabra Policia to die, and not be revived, in the line of duty.
Caleb "Shooter" Schaber
although Jeff liked to call me Stabber"
but sometimes, it's more difficult than others to ascertain the relationship between ultimate cause & effect in the cosmic flux...
during april of 2008 (& then again in early may) a couple of my friends killed themselves... both of them drank heavily quite often at the same time as they were self-medicating with powerful neurochemicals (prescription &/or not).
it was also during april, in 2005 that i started ministering about the cthulhu devival with the austin division of the chupacabra policia.
but i was still caught off guard yesterday when i heard that the national chapter of the chupacabra policia's founding general, caleb schaber had died in gerlach... i mean, i was inclined to believe he wouldn't stop agitating until some scimitar on the other side of the world followed the dotted line across his neck... although i certainly realize that this scenario has some significant similarities to the situations in april, last year... i have to admit that i am still waiting for forensic reports before i begin to speculate too much about this case...
i know that often suicide can be an impulsive act of passion, but i guess i would have thought schaber would have gone out during the execution of a cacophonous act that would make paul addis's stunts look like a child drawing outside the lines of a coloring book!
i won't be able to make it to the memorial service in reno, but i think he deserves a 23-Gun salute & a New Orleans/Dixieland gypsy punk funeral, here in austin...
--
here's schaber's eulogy from dr. fuckoffski's memorial service, which is an excellent statement of his own position on death (mixed with his brand of snark, satire, & stoicism):
"I met the Dr. in 02 when I was on the run and facing two strike crime felonies. Over the years, he and I discussed many things, as many of you have pointed out: He offered a lot to all of us. I remember being with him in Tucson and watching him promote the very moped system he died on. Jeff and I both are Michigan natives and we often talked about that, and how our lives crossed. He helped me a lot when I lived Tucson. I never like to hear about the death of my friends, but it strikes me harder, when I live in a war zone. 4 people have been kidnapped in the last two days, some near where I live. Death is always a mystery, and when your number is up, you're dead. That is a common topic here.
More than a fucker, Jeff was a father, to his daughter, and other children. Jeff was very supportive when I went to Iraq, and I would have never thought that I would be writing anything like this about him being dead. I remember when he was given the keys to La Contessa, and we flew the Chupacabra Flag for a few days before the event in 03. Jeff and I assembled a small crew of people and visited an abandoned titan missle silo in Tucson. . . I have people from Tucson and that area here and we
are going to be partying several days in his honor. He is the first member of the Chupacabra Policia to die, and not be revived, in the line of duty.
Caleb "Shooter" Schaber
although Jeff liked to call me Stabber"