Dec 01 2010

exmearden archives

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In Memoriam: Kris Froland 1958 – 2010

exmearden (Kris Froland) was one of the original editors here (uid #15).  A standout in an impressive group of writers buhdy invited to be part of Docudharma.  So I decided to compile all of the essays she wrote here to preserve and distribute her work to friends, family and the blog community.    It’s truly a blast from the past to revisit these posts.

Here is a link to all of the essays exmearden posted on our blog – comments included:  

Collected works of exmearden

This will take you to Google Docs where you can download a PDF (6 MB) version to your computer. Look for the File menu and then select “Download Original”.  Or read it there but it looks much better in Adobe.  

Of course, much has been said about how beautiful her writing is.  I had to LOL when I read this comment from jessical (who also knows how to turn a phrase) and exme got a kick out of it too.

Your writing is so persistently melodic, it could be about freeze drying hamsters and I’d keep coming back like a junkie with a box of fentanyl lollipops.  Very much looking forward to more in this series…

by: jessical @ Sun Sep 16, 2007 at 01:43:36 PDT

HAH!

snorted all over the screen.

   …it could be about freeze drying hamsters and I’d keep coming back like a junkie with a box of fentanyl lollipops.

thanks, jessical…

“I don’t know where the thing I make pretend leaves off and the thing that’s really there starts up.”

by: exmearden @ Sun Sep 16, 2007 at 01:59:17 PDT

I liked exme because she was a fellow techie.  I found this comment in her first test post when we were still setting up the blog.  I was logged in as DDadmin at the time and she aced my questions.  We made a connection on that level.  

Thanks for testing…

Which links are you having trouble seeing?  Does the white background help at all?

Can you tell me what browser you use?

Windows or MacOS?

Do you know the screen resolution and color setting?

Cool essay too btw!

by: DDadmin @ Wed Aug 22, 2007 at 12:55:12 PDT

answers…

–Which links are you having trouble seeing?

The magenta is better today. last night it was a navy blue and did not stand out. It might be nice to play with an underline capability – optional.

–Does the white background help at all?

yes. though for the visually impaired, it may be harder. Many visually impaired folks use a black background with larger font and high contrast color settings.

–Can you tell me what browser you use?

IE 6 and IE 7, though I can test on Firefox, too.

–Windows or MacOS?

Win XP 32 and 64 bit, as well as Vista.

–Do you know the screen resolution and color setting?

1152 x 864; 32-bit color; 96 dpi.

“I don’t know where the thing I make pretend leaves off and the thing that’s really there starts up.”

by: exmearden @ Wed Aug 22, 2007 at 13:12:12 PDT

In addition to nightprowlkitty’s ode here, A little conversation with the dead, there are some lovely tributes for exme at Daily Kos.  

The Grieving Room: exmes Fellowship Hall

Celebrating the Life of Kris Froland (exmearden); 1958-2010

The Starlight formerly known as exmearden

Daily bigjac tribute to someone we know who died Friday Poetry Slam

The wisdom of conscious suffering

R.I.P. Kris Froland

Check this out too:  Brother OPOL and Exme

The only thing you take with you when you’re gone is what you leave behind.  — John Allston

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    • Xanthe on December 1, 2010 at 11:29
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    much appreciated.

    Do you know this lovely poem –

    Let Evening Come

    Let the light of late afternoon

    shine through chinks in the barn, moving

    up the bales as the sun moves down.

    Let the cricket take up calling

    as a woman takes up her needles

    and her yarn.  Let evening come

    Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned

    in long grass.  Let the stars appear

    and the moon disclose her silver horn.

    Let the fox go back to its sandy den,

    Let the wind die down.  Let the shed

    go black inside.  Let evening come.

    To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop

    in the oats, to air in the lung

    Let evening come

    Let it come, as it will, and don’t

    be afraid, God does not leave us

    comfortless, so let evening come.

    Jane Kenyon, who died at 47 and wrote this poem when she knew evening would come for her soon.

    • RiaD on December 1, 2010 at 16:38
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    & how you to bring it all together like this.

    thank you.

    a poem that keeps rattling in my head…

    Crossing the Bar

    Alfred Lord Tennyson

    Sunset and evening star,

    And one clear call for me!

    And may there be no moaning of the bar,

    When I put out to sea,

    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

    Too full for sound and foam,

    When that which drew from out the boundless deep

    Turns again home.

    Twilight and evening bell,

    And after that the dark!

    And may there be no sadness of farewell,

    When I embark;

    For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place

    The flood may bear me far,

    I hope to see my Pilot face to face

    When I have crossed the bar.

  6. So nicely done.  What a wonderful memento for exmearden and her family to have and for each of us, as well!

    Thank you!

    • Robyn on December 2, 2010 at 19:10
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