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AhmedTributes- David.
January 4th 2008 12:04
David was Orble for a while, in one form or another, an often brilliant and provocative (in a literal sense) individual. In his own words he went ‘from bartender to police officer to monk to taxi driver to postie... And then ... discovered writing ... which is the only occupation that gives any meaning to my nomadic wanderings ... and allows me to continue to be experimental’
He was the biggest name in the whole mob ages ago, albeit under a separate pseudonym of Homer Joyce, on the massively popular site ‘Wordophilia’. I was a massive fan of his writing style, which to this date I would consider some of the best I have read on Orble, and certainly rivals some of the stuff I have read off Orble as well. He stayed up the top for a very long time.
Over this time he managed to put a few noses out of shape, while at the same time pursuing a secret second identity, under everyone’s nose. The noses was due to a willingness to be very blunt when he felt he was being attacked, or simply objected to something that was written. His list of enemies was of a reasonable size, but, with posts as long as your arm, all the way down to five word posts regularly hitting the number one position on Orble, this was evidently no barrier to success.
The secret identity was ‘David my David’ on the site Mind Orgasms – effectively a collection of often deeply explicit love letters between his self and ‘My Lady Me’. This site too ended it’s original purpose before it’s time.
Following the departure of ‘My Lady Me’, Homer Joyce found his site Wordophilia taken away following a nose too severely disjointed to take is lying down. To date I really don’t know what happened because I was a Woodford at the time. There was a quite strong reaction to the whole thing, with a good deal of questioning of Orble's judgement, directed at Jon in particular.
David my David became ‘David’ and continued to post, in a very similar vein to Wordophilia – though no official connection was ever made.
I fell out with him over a comment I made on his blog, prompting a hateful tirade against me. There were a few squabbles. He gave me the shits at times, but he sure could write.
Before disappearing he removed the most of his content off pages, but a little can still be found. This is one I liked, a reply to the blogged question; What is your favorite time of day?
Ash,
Lovely Post.
So conversational.
I love this type of writing.
Great Questions.
Both in the title. And at the end.
I’ll answer them.
Favourite Time of Day?
Dusk. Always has been. Always will be. At the risk of offending certain people. There are three principal reasons I love Dusk. Infinite secondary ones.
(1) It was the time of day that God walked in the cool of the evening with Adam in a preternatural Paradise and spoke with him.
(2) Back in the days when I did physical labouring (before Adam was a boy), the elation at that time of day? Incomparable!
(3) DuskDevi is on Orble. And I think she Rocks. She thinks she Rucks and Rolls. I think she Rocks.
New Word? Relating to love and giving and sharing?
Incarnation. (Old word. Forgotten. Neglected).
At the risk of offending certain people again. Short Definition = God’s gift to man. = Himself.
The gift of Himself. (Encapsulates loving, giving, and sharing).
God I hate the word ‘encapsulate’. It’s so academically pretentious.
But I’m in a ‘cathartic’ mood.
Where do I go for a few minutes of peace and quiet?
I never go anywhere. I don’t have to. My room is a place of tranquillity and order. Peace is the tranquillity that comes from order. (I stole that from St Augustine). Why go anywhere? What is there outside of my room besides chaos and noise?
What do I like to do just for myself? Everyday?
Everything. I’m selfish. I’m trying to come to terms with my own humanity.
What rejuvenates my mind?
I am the eternal child. I don’t need my mind rejuvenated. I am a juvenile. And a delinquent to boot. Ask anyone on Orble who doesn’t know me.
And at the risk of offending you. Your writing is lovely. It would be even lovelier if you separated the text with a few more line breaks. I like to see lovely writing line-by-line.
Yours is lovely.
The crap a lot of others write on here? Condense it. Or delete it. I can’t read it.
Homer.
He was the biggest name in the whole mob ages ago, albeit under a separate pseudonym of Homer Joyce, on the massively popular site ‘Wordophilia’. I was a massive fan of his writing style, which to this date I would consider some of the best I have read on Orble, and certainly rivals some of the stuff I have read off Orble as well. He stayed up the top for a very long time.
Over this time he managed to put a few noses out of shape, while at the same time pursuing a secret second identity, under everyone’s nose. The noses was due to a willingness to be very blunt when he felt he was being attacked, or simply objected to something that was written. His list of enemies was of a reasonable size, but, with posts as long as your arm, all the way down to five word posts regularly hitting the number one position on Orble, this was evidently no barrier to success.
The secret identity was ‘David my David’ on the site Mind Orgasms – effectively a collection of often deeply explicit love letters between his self and ‘My Lady Me’. This site too ended it’s original purpose before it’s time.
Following the departure of ‘My Lady Me’, Homer Joyce found his site Wordophilia taken away following a nose too severely disjointed to take is lying down. To date I really don’t know what happened because I was a Woodford at the time. There was a quite strong reaction to the whole thing, with a good deal of questioning of Orble's judgement, directed at Jon in particular.
David my David became ‘David’ and continued to post, in a very similar vein to Wordophilia – though no official connection was ever made.
I fell out with him over a comment I made on his blog, prompting a hateful tirade against me. There were a few squabbles. He gave me the shits at times, but he sure could write.
Before disappearing he removed the most of his content off pages, but a little can still be found. This is one I liked, a reply to the blogged question; What is your favorite time of day?
Ash,
Lovely Post.
So conversational.
I love this type of writing.
Great Questions.
Both in the title. And at the end.
I’ll answer them.
Favourite Time of Day?
Dusk. Always has been. Always will be. At the risk of offending certain people. There are three principal reasons I love Dusk. Infinite secondary ones.
(1) It was the time of day that God walked in the cool of the evening with Adam in a preternatural Paradise and spoke with him.
(2) Back in the days when I did physical labouring (before Adam was a boy), the elation at that time of day? Incomparable!
(3) DuskDevi is on Orble. And I think she Rocks. She thinks she Rucks and Rolls. I think she Rocks.
New Word? Relating to love and giving and sharing?
Incarnation. (Old word. Forgotten. Neglected).
At the risk of offending certain people again. Short Definition = God’s gift to man. = Himself.
The gift of Himself. (Encapsulates loving, giving, and sharing).
God I hate the word ‘encapsulate’. It’s so academically pretentious.
But I’m in a ‘cathartic’ mood.
Where do I go for a few minutes of peace and quiet?
I never go anywhere. I don’t have to. My room is a place of tranquillity and order. Peace is the tranquillity that comes from order. (I stole that from St Augustine). Why go anywhere? What is there outside of my room besides chaos and noise?
What do I like to do just for myself? Everyday?
Everything. I’m selfish. I’m trying to come to terms with my own humanity.
What rejuvenates my mind?
I am the eternal child. I don’t need my mind rejuvenated. I am a juvenile. And a delinquent to boot. Ask anyone on Orble who doesn’t know me.
And at the risk of offending you. Your writing is lovely. It would be even lovelier if you separated the text with a few more line breaks. I like to see lovely writing line-by-line.
Yours is lovely.
The crap a lot of others write on here? Condense it. Or delete it. I can’t read it.
Homer.
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Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
Why? Whyyyyyyyy?
*Whines like a dog* why?????
*Sadness* Well, I'll miss him, that's for sure.
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
It is sad to have such a talent gone, I agree! A faithful fan, perhaps not in the comments but always in the votes and cheering from the sidelines, I learn, and apply mcuh given advice from this man to my private writings still to this day.
A great dedication.
Ash
Comment by Damo
David was one of the people that made Orble what it was.
He was like velvet cloth over a handgrenade.
Hence I do miss his posts.
And him as a person.
Comment by D. Armenta
The Florida Keys and Everglades
The Black Sheep Chronicles
What constitutes bad manners?
The male mystique
Debate Fan
L.A.M.P.
I've missed David and his writing since he left; he always "got" my humor, no matter how obscure!
Comment by Norm
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
Fit to rank with the best ever from anywhere.
At any time of day, sleeping in, jogging, whistling or mowing.
Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
Here is hoping he sneaks in under the radar with a new tag name and disturbs the peace.
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
David! If you are out there soaking this up from afar - we all have a hand on it now. Come and haunt us!
Michaelie
Comment by Cibbuano
Hunt Famous
Orble Post of the Day
Fat Cult
Techbreak
Comment by Anonymous
David ...
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
He was my first commenter on this site and he welcomed me warmly. That was a HUGE happiness, as it was the first time in a couple years I'd met and become friends with an internet person.
Seriously? I'm just sad I didn't put half his stuff on my hard drive. David was a pretty cool person, scratch that, he was teh awesomeness, and I hugely appreciate what he did when he welcomed me.
Geez. I've met very few people so kind and so welcoming in my fourteen years. Even over the internet, his words had a way of touching people. NOT IN THAT WAY YOU PERVERT.
Too much time with the boyfriend... at any rate, if David IS haunting us, yay, and make a comment over on one of my blogs. It'll make me happy
I'll have to admit, he was half the reason I bothered coming back... and HE'S NOT HERE?
What did happen, anyway?
~Dianna
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
I find I must add my voice to the chorus singing David's praises.
For me, those stories written whilst reflecting on his days as a monk and the meaning of morality, were the stories I enjoyed the most.
The other stuff only a little less, *laughs* as it offended, teased, cajoled and taunted the senses ... always with such masterful skill of the written word... and always leaving a meaningful message in their wake.
A great writer indeed, was/is David ... amongst the best I have read, and I have read many ... He reminded me of Jonathon Livingston Seagul.
Lilla ...
Comment by D. Armenta
The Florida Keys and Everglades
The Black Sheep Chronicles
What constitutes bad manners?
The male mystique
Debate Fan
L.A.M.P.
We love you, man. Come back please.
Comment by Miswanderlust
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
Great post pal.
David
Get your ass back here or else
Mis