Three years ago, David Foster Wallace delivered the commencement address at Kenyon College. “Adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in the head,” he told the graduating seniors. “They shoot the terrible master.” Those cutting words cut deeper in the wake of Wallace’s own, inner collapse: The 46-year-old fiction writer and essayist took his own life on Friday, September 12th, 2008.
A Hard Days Night was on the IFC last night (Paul McCartney in 1964 = Cutest Boy Ever) and I’m glad I forgot to switch channels once The Beatles were done looking fucking hot and making the little girls scream, because the film that came on right after turned out to be one of the best documentaries I’ve ever seen – and anyone who’s seen my Netflix queue can tell you that documentaries are my jam. The film is called The Bridge and it documents a year in the life of San Francisco’s marvelous Golden Gate Bridge as told by families and friends of those who’ve committed suicide by jumping from it. It was amazing. Read what users of the IMDB are saying about The Bridgeright here. You should add it to your Netflix Queue right now.
I read the Post Secret blog every Sunday morning. Today they had this movie posted on the site and asked readers to share it on their own blogs, so I am doing that now. Have a beautiful Sunday everyone.
I was hanging out with David Lee Beowulf last night at Vinny “Beany” Cecolini’s Wrestlemania party, and Dave told me that Dead Milkmen bassist, Dave Blood (born David Schulthise) had just died on March 9th. Apparently, he took his own life. What a drag. Continue reading RIP Dave Blood of the Dead Milkmen→
