Ode to Gino

I, Tully, sing, my blogging compatriots, of Gino.

When I had a blogging career of my own, I was quite the scrappy little runt, getting into fights with whoever would take me seriously, mostly with certain LGBT bloggers, as I would make arguments, for whatever reason, against gay marriage on their blogs.

Gino frequented my own blog long-ago, and was one of the only bloggers who consistently seemed to understand my facetious, underdeveloped intellectual angle. With his wonted good sense, he never took any post of mine too seriously, and he's always had something witty and often even something insightful to say. Here is one having an uncanny ability to cut through bullshit with the cool, unscarring efficiency of a scalpel and with the humorous buzz of an electric carving knife. I don't know that these metaphors are the greatest in the world, but my point is that Gino defies neat little categories in the most delightful of ways. He is comfortably non-academic and far from stupid. He rejects political correctness to a humorous extent, yet I don't believe for a second that he is sexist or racist. The list goes on, I assure you. Indeed, the mark of an interesting person is that he or she puts forth upon this stage of life more masks than can be kept straight by those less-skillful of showmen. And that he doesn't take his masks seriously is what keeps him both sane and interesting. So what can we spectators say but that we like the show, and that we will never understand.

Gino is the only reason I've had anything to do with blogging since the time he started commenting on the output of my then-precarious blogging career. He has encouraged me in this medium not with mere advice, and not just by allowing me to post here, but, as long as I can remember, with his example: cool, smart, witty, snarky, streetwise...none of these and far more describes Gino! Why else continue with such a precarious medium but that it should bear a unique outlet to such a character as Gino's. In short, if he does not love his life at the moment, he ought to know that I, for one, am glad to have him around.