To Dan Etter, to a Thursday’s Child
Not for everyone Laima-Fortune sets the lighted way. Thursday’s Child, as in one David Bowie song Dan with his eclectic musical tastes liked, is forced to search and find sunshine that is not a given. Several people closest to me have lived with uneven struggle. Early on, Dan had suggested my research topic might have popular as well as academic interest, but left the ways of this earth tragically and untimely just as it was being completed. He introduced our small science fiction-oriented group to aspects of music, technology, video, and black humor without which my understanding of the subject would be significantly poorer. In spite of his wicked, cutting, and irreverent humor, he was one of the kindest people I have known. Kids and animals loved him. Ambiguity, discordance, and struggle have taken on more depth. My experiences with those closest to me, whose commonality is the diversity of their honesty, has thrown together radically divergent views of life, which can be reconciled only for the time as in apdziedâđanâs performance, but ultimately remain understandable only as experiential.