Hey. I haven't been active here for about 100 years and hate to return for this. I'm suddenly reminded of why I came here to begin with, and how valuable this community really is. I knew Noah exclusively through UTMC, and met him initially at Rag'10. Our friendship persisted actively (but not actively enough) and deeply until a few nights ago as I've learned.
I'm writing here specifically to request info about funerals, memorials, parties, as it comes up - I know there's none yet, but I'll need a lot of lead time if I'm gonna make it to the East Coast for anything. It's a big stretch and the chances are slim I can do it, but it would be integral to my grieving process to get together with some of you, as I may be the only person in this country who knew Noah, and all I want to do is drink and talk about Noah with someone who understands.
My heart and my love go to all of you UTMCrs who created and maintain the community that helped Noah spread his particularly unique brand of lovable madness, and especially to Noah's family, who are dealing with this pain immeasurably moreso than I.
I'm writing here also to remark on Noah in general. I'd like to appreciate Beemer Dan's comment, "Every now and then you meet someone who reminds you of who you were when you younger, but an alternate universe version who somehow had none of your weaknesses." In an analogous way, I've always thought of Noah as my spirit animal - someone with the chutzpah to act on every wild impulse, to chase down the rush, to laugh openly in the face of the sausage creature. He lived day to day in a way that was so rich with significant experience nobody could ever catalogue it. Photography, of course, allowed him to inch towards capturing his experience in the world around him, but to anyone who has spent more than 5 minutes with him, you know that he lived more in a day than most people will in a lifetime.
And it weighed heavily on him. Noah not only observed he world, he felt it, and the world's peaks and troughs electrified him. We spoke a lot during the riots in Baltimore that he covered. Some of you knew him earlier when he worked on political campaigns. Noah's passion for the world was intense, it was sympathetic, and it was deep. He may have crashed motorcycles that weren't his, or wantonly broke shit that he borrowed, but it's because he understood that the experience behind the commodity was the real value, and that's what he was after at any cost.
I can't believe he's gone. It's going to take me a long time to process this, and I suppose that process will never end. I'm out of words at the moment, but I suppose there is no conclusion to these thoughts anyway.
If anyone wants to talk please reach out and I'll be happy to skype, whatsapp, call, or otherwise. Also, if anyone gets a call from a number that looks suspiciously like a Nigerian prince's personal number, that's probably me.
I have some pictures worth sharing, but not sure if there will be a centralized place to share media. I have about 50gigs left on my Google Drive if that's helpful.
!!!LESS INTERNET, MORE LIFE!!!!