Sylvia's mom

Tuesday, April 10, 2007 by Dave Winer.

My very good pal and Berkeley neighbor Sylvia Paull lost her mom last week. She wrote a remembrance, on her blog.  

I hosted a good portion of her family here on Saturday night, we went to dinner, watched a bad movie on my TV, and a couple of her relatives stayed overnight. 

Everyone was in town to mark the passing of the mom and the grandma. Like all families, Sylvia's is crazy, but it was great to see them all together. There were some people missing, her mom didn't talk to her sisters. They say they hated each other more than they hated the Nazis (they were Holocaust survivors). 

Last night I went to the movies with my friend Evan, Berkeley neighbor and Sylvia's son. Some days I feel like Sylvia is my surrogate mother, and some days my surrogate sister, which makes Evan my surrogate brother or surrogate nephew. We have a good time when we go out, it's a total male experience. 

The link on Scripting yesterday to the USB-controlled rocket launcher (a cube toy) came from Evan.  

We went to see a great movie, Grindhouse -- which is actually two movies, over three hours of movie pleasure. They are so disgustingly gory, like Pulp Fiction or Kill Bill, that at first you're shocked and wanting to walk out, but then you get accustomed to it, and even the most ridiculously gory stuff makes you laugh! I'm laughing right now as I write this. But the first few scenes with sick body parts are very difficult to watch. 

By the end of the second movie you're cheering.  

Thank god for soemthing to write that doesn't have to pass the lawyer test. 

And thanks to Sylvia's mom for taking care of Sylvia for all those years.