Here it is. I'm dead, and this is my last post to my blog. In advance, I asked that once my body finally shut down from the punishments of my cancer, then my family and friends publish this prepared message I wrote—the first part of the process of turning this from an active website to an archive.
His blog is 10 years old. That's got to be one of the oldest around.
I guess we should get used to this, a new type of writing, the chronicling, in near-real time, our last moments.
Salon has some perspective.
