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Ahha, goodness gracious. All of you guys who gave to my little brother’s memorial fund said you wanted to be anonymous (odd but understandable) and everyone who wanted me to do something either said “birds” or something my brother loved (or that you just wanted to support the arts, which is faboo on its own)…you are lovely, for sure.

He was an oddly huge fan of pelicans, bears, dinosaurs, and, of course, ravens…I shall try to get a few new posts up soon :D

Repost - many people messaged regarding not having money at the end of the month and wanting a reminder - everything still applies. :)

biomedicalephemera:

Alright. Time to do this.

As anyone who follows my personal blog knows, I lost my little brother, John Primm, to a bike accident on Wednesday, July 24. He was never my best friend, but he was my constant friend. He antagonized me in ways that always made me want to be better, just to prove him wrong.

When he was proud of me when I started writing for mental_floss and when I started really going on this blog, it meant more to me than anybody else. He was only 22 years old.

Above all, even though he appreciated science, and loved my work (he gave me the Marie Curie book in the bottom picture), he loved the arts. He was an actor, a set designer, and a member of the tech crew. His passion for life and Theater and learning and fun kept me going so many times when I felt utterly depressed and down. He laughed freely, taught me not to dwell on the tragedies in life (as I had a habit of doing until just a couple years ago), and was instrumental in kicking me in the butt when I felt discouraged.

I know this has nothing to do with science, but if it weren’t for his encouragement, I wouldn’t still be doing this blog, and I hope some of you appreciate that.

  • There is a fund set up in his name, to promote and bolster the Madison, WI Theater Arts societies and organizations. If you have any money to spare, please consider donating even just a dollar or two. Any amount is immensely appreciated - even if you feel like it’s insignificant.

    HOWEVER - I do have a few incentives. I still take regular requests, of course, but those are done on a super-dubious timeline, and I avoid a lot of topics and animals.

  • Anyone who makes any donation will be publicly thanked in a post next week, with links to their blog if they wish to include their screen-name on the donation site.

  • Anyone who donates $25 or more can request any subject for me to post on - even subjects I usually avoid for fear of controversy - and I will do a regular-length post on it. [example] Use your tumblr name in the “from” box and message me on here to make your requests.

  • Anyone who donates $50 or more can request any subject for me to post on, and I will write either a feature-length post with primary sources cited [example] [example] or I will write you two regular posts, on any subject.

  • THESE POSTS WILL BE DONE WITHIN A WEEK OF DONATION - STUNNING, I KNOW. Your tumblr blog will be prominently linked to, as well. This applies to donations made at any point in the next 200 days, not just right now.

If nothing else, have a quality drink, some amazing bakery, and spare a thought for an amazingly full and vibrant life, lost too young.

For those wondering, no laws were broken. He was observing the rules of the road, and the girl that hit him appears to have been doing so, too. It was a groggy Wednesday morning, and everyone was just trying to get to work. She was only 20. She will have to live with this her entire life. Please spare a thought for her sake, too. 

I made an anonymous contribution to the theater fund but do not need a post in return. The loss of your brother obviously has left a gaping hole in the world. I will have a good bakery item in his honor, as you suggested. God bless. — Asked by Anonymous

Thank you. Every cent is appreciated.

He put literally thousands of hours into sustaining the theater arts scene in Madison. The hard work and dedication he gave to keeping it alive is irreplaceable, but hopefully a few dollars here and there can help maintain his legacy helping even the smallest of troupes keep going.

He was a great baker and a great up-and-coming brewmaster (not to mention a connoisseur of both great food and great drink). He owed me a wedding cake and a keg of wedding brew. They would have been amazing and incredibly unhealthy and the tastiest things you ever consumed.

Appreciate great food. Appreciate great art. Learn to make something new…a croissant, a paella, a bike, a rat cage, a potato cannon…create new things.

Laugh openly and genuinely.

Love what is great in life and fight against that which you see unjust.

Tell someone you haven’t seen in too long that you love them.

Alright. Time to do this.

As anyone who follows my personal blog knows, I lost my little brother, John Primm, to a bike accident on Wednesday, July 24. He was never my best friend, but he was my constant friend. He antagonized me in ways that always made me want to be better, just to prove him wrong.

When he was proud of me when I started writing for mental_floss and when I started really going on this blog, it meant more to me than anybody else. He was only 22 years old.

Above all, even though he appreciated science, and loved my work (he gave me the Marie Curie book in the bottom picture), he loved the arts. He was an actor, a set designer, and a member of the tech crew. His passion for life and Theater and learning and fun kept me going so many times when I felt utterly depressed and down. He laughed freely, taught me not to dwell on the tragedies in life (as I had a habit of doing until just a couple years ago), and was instrumental in kicking me in the butt when I felt discouraged.

I know this has nothing to do with science, but if it weren’t for his encouragement, I wouldn’t still be doing this blog, and I hope some of you appreciate that.

  • There is a fund set up in his name, to promote and bolster the Madison, WI Theater Arts societies and organizations. If you have any money to spare, please consider donating even just a dollar or two. Any amount is immensely appreciated - even if you feel like it’s insignificant.

    HOWEVER - I do have a few incentives. I still take regular requests, of course, but those are done on a super-dubious timeline, and I avoid a lot of topics and animals.

  • Anyone who makes any donation will be publicly thanked in a post next week, with links to their blog if they wish to include their screen-name on the donation site.

  • Anyone who donates $25 or more can request any subject for me to post on - even subjects I usually avoid for fear of controversy - and I will do a regular-length post on it. [example] Use your tumblr name in the “from” box and message me on here to make your requests.

  • Anyone who donates $50 or more can request any subject for me to post on, and I will write either a feature-length post with primary sources cited [example] [example] or I will write you two regular posts, on any subject.

  • THESE POSTS WILL BE DONE WITHIN A WEEK OF DONATION - STUNNING, I KNOW. Your tumblr blog will be prominently linked to, as well. This applies to donations made at any point in the next 200 days, not just right now.

If nothing else, have a quality drink, some amazing bakery, and spare a thought for an amazingly full and vibrant life, lost too young.

For those wondering, no laws were broken. He was observing the rules of the road, and the girl that hit him appears to have been doing so, too. It was a groggy Wednesday morning, and everyone was just trying to get to work. She was only 20. She will have to live with this her entire life. Please spare a thought for her sake, too. 

1879 Mourning Lithograph. Commemorates a father’s four children who died when their wagon capsized while trying to cross the Kansas River. Children: Martha (11), Ida (8), Clara (5), and Walter (4) 
From Kansas Memory website.
…with all due respect to the kids, I can’t help but associate this with Oregon Trail. Which, I mean, they were actually on. It’s just that after losing who knows how many hundreds of wagon parties to drowning (I was an OT2 fanatic, never got into the original, so far less dysentery and lots of drowning), I feel like “Holy cow, this is real life Oregon Trail!” And I totally forget for a second that the Oregon Trail was real.

1879 Mourning Lithograph.
Commemorates a father’s four children who died when their wagon capsized while trying to cross the Kansas River. 

Children: Martha (11), Ida (8), Clara (5), and Walter (4) 

From Kansas Memory website.

…with all due respect to the kids, I can’t help but associate this with Oregon Trail. Which, I mean, they were actually on. It’s just that after losing who knows how many hundreds of wagon parties to drowning (I was an OT2 fanatic, never got into the original, so far less dysentery and lots of drowning), I feel like “Holy cow, this is real life Oregon Trail!” And I totally forget for a second that the Oregon Trail was real.