We need our computer folk heroes, and if they come with an air of danger around them, it restores the feeling that we were on the digital frontier. Another story from MM, for the last print issue June 1995.
It’s like the Seamus Heaney poem ‘Postscript’ where he writes about driving through County Clare – “when the wind and the light are working off each other … Useless to think you’ll park and capture it, More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there.”
As I rounded the corner I saw the road covered with white flying feathers and a splattered chook being picked up by a tall young man with a look of pain on his face. He crossed the road just in front of me, the early yellow sunlight on him against the dark road.
Dana said it was the best thing that had been written about him and he linked to it for years. Besides being flattered (after all it was just using his words) I like it too. He died in San Francisco on December 13 2000.