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"Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc"

Yesterday I was informed that an old friend and former housemate in the late 1980s and early 1990s, Erica W., had died of a stroke. For those that knew her, this has been a terrible shock. She was relatively young, and seemed so alive, and seemed to have so much to contribute to this world. It is a harsh reminder that friends can be lost at any time with the randomness of life.

When I first met her she and her partner at the time, James, were in their mid-teens. Intelligent, attractive, highly alternative, and very fashionable, they were already living together and regularly visiting local nightclubs, where they were very well-regarded for the characteristics mentioned. There was an especially amusing moment when a local newspaper printed her in a vox-pop what her preferred nightclub was - and mentioned her age in the credit.

"Morphology, longevity, incept dates"

Whilst in Perth we shared two households at different times - the first was the famous "accelerated house", a dilapidated duplex pair with questionable plumbing. Part of the duplex was the home of the Accelerated Men, a goth band of some repute. The place was wired up a local area network with a AlphaMicro AM-100, and came with its own stray cat (Velocity) which I adopted. Several years later, at the final place where I lived in Perth, we were in more normal accommodation. I could help but chuckle a little at my highly fashion-conscious housemates who could spend hours in preparation on going out. I also remember showing them the Internet at the time; a text-based interface to usenet groups. "This", I implored sagaciously, "is going to change everything". I don't think they quite believed me at the time, so it was with great fondness catching up with James just a couple of years ago, and recalling that moment, he said: "And you were right!".

At the time Erica was suffering from chronic fatigue syndrome, and despite being a witty conversationalist, was physically in the doldrums. A few years later however, and I suspect heavily because of the direction provided by our mutual friend Bruce T., there had been a complete change, as she had become quite a figure in the fashion industry and was running her own label and store, Alysian Empire. I still have some of their clothes to this day. Later she would go on to have another fashion label of even greater renown, ericaamerica.

In the post-Alysian Empire period we only caught up in person a couple of times, and more recently exchanged a few messages, courtesy of the 'borg of social media. Despite this we had the sort of friendship where years could literally go by and when we did get in contact our banter could continue as if no time had passed at all. It was a friendship built on mutual understanding and respect, of affirmation of each other, of strong and happy shared memories. The mention of her name in conversation would always brighten my day and bring me joy; but not this time.

"Tyrell had told me Rachael was special: no termination date. I didn't know how long we had together. Who does?"
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A first cut of my second book in the VPAC series, the snappily entitled Sequential and Parallel Progamming with C and Fortran (ISBN 978-0-9943373-1-3) is now available on github. As Matt D., and the ever-reliable [livejournal.com profile] darklion conduct the necessary code reviews, I'll be working on finishing the third book, Mathematical Applications and Programming: R, Ocatve, and Maxima (the latter will be a significantly new component). Giving some thought on who would be appropriate to write the foreward to that one. Somewhat related, today was the Annual Penguin Picnic for Linux Users Victoria. A good turnout (about 30 in total) and with sufficient catering courtesy of my visit to the markets the day previous. As usual, some excellent conversations from this rather clever bunch of individuals. Congratulations are also due to Linux Conf AU which, as of a few hours ago, announced that their tickets to the 2016 Conference next month has sold out.

Played Cats Against Cthulhu on Thursday night, where we foiled a plan to ritually blow up a local church with congregation. Friday night was Eclipse Phase where we continue our misdventures in the quarantine zone of Mars. Last Sunday played All Flesh Must Be Eaten, which has been reviewed and posted on RPG.net, next up the D&D supplement Liber Mortis. Also have taken the opportunity to add new items to the RPG Review store under the auspices of the new incorporated association - in very good news in that regard there is a good chance that we'll be getting the old MARS library.

There has been a trio of celebrity deaths recently which have saddened me; Ian Kilmister ("Lemmy"), once a member of Hawkwind and the lead of Motorhead, who died on December 28; David Bowie, the high-fashion avant-garde glam-pop-experimental musician on January 10, and actor of many character types, Alan Rickman on Jnuary 14. Lemmy had just turned 70 (by four days), the other two died at 69, and each of cancer (brain, liver, and pancreatic respectively). Obviously all talented in their respective fields, I found each of the appealing for their erudite minds, and honesty. All expressed some disdain to those in power and the marketing of politics whilst presenting progressive liberal views (I suspect that Rickman was a Labour-socialist). The other thing of course that one finds about aesthetic leaders is that they provide legitimacy in lifestyle choices; I can see the appeal in Lemmy's hard space-rock approach, Bowie as an aesthete, and Rickman's as a surprisingly tough self-made Shakespearean. All lived great and inspiring lives.

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