I met Douglas near the end, at MacWorld SF 2000. He was charming, enormous (though, not in a "fat guy" way, much more in a "way over 6 foot tall" way.) He truly was a monument of a human being. He was vastly more interested in experimenting with a USB microscope camera he'd become associated with than being all "Hey I'm famous," a trait I took to insinuate great humility and confidence. I was almost paralyzed by my inability to say "You, sir, built me from a puddle of bullied goo into a tower of a man, confident in the face of chaos and uncertainty, purely through force of word and logic." Instead, I think I just talked about the microscope. He was amazing.
>>> "You, sir, built me from a puddle of bullied goo into a tower of a man, confident in the face of chaos and uncertainty, purely through force of word and logic."
That’s a fantastic eulogy and something for us all to aim for. Thank you for expressing something I did not know had also happened to me
Oddly enough, you also just did that, for me. I did not realise that which happened to you also happened to me, until I saw you thanking this fellow, for same.
(And "bullied goo" what a great concept. Please, write a book!)
