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So, as anyone following the happenings of my life may know, I'm also part of a Mac OS X Education project called TackyShirt. It's been over a year in the making, and there's a lot of people busting their humps to make this dream work.
That number dropped by one Saturday night.
The mailing list that we've been using to track our work, and to let others track our work got the kind of message you never want to see, from Sam Crutsinger, the “Media Kingpin” for TackyShirt, and the guy who's put the most into the project from the start.
"Our art director Kurt Christenson died in an motorcycle accident the night
before last.
Kurt was the boyishly exuberant one on the set who brought in the all the
crazy set decorations including the life-sized astronaut, wizard, pirate and
army man. He exceeded my expectations and I was looking forward to having
him as a permanent fixture in my TackyShirt crew because I knew I could
completely trust him to keep coming up with even more brilliant ideas each
and every day.
People like that, you don't let go.
They're taken from you.
We'll be adding a dedication to the credits of our program to show our
gratitude for his artistic excellence in the short time we had together."
I really wish I had something intelligent to say. But I don't.
It's almost impossible to properly put in words just how much Kurt brought to the shoot. Almost everything you see on the DVDs had something of him in it. The set layout, the props, everything. During set changes, watching him, Sam, and the rest of the crew work was amazing. The set would just happen, and it was exactly what we needed for every shot.
You never realize how much work goes into a set until you watch one being built. But it was so cool to watch. Kurt would just come up with stuff that seemed minor, but would be just the thing a shot needed. And I know that he made it look ten times easier than it really is.
He was really good. But he was also funny as hell to talk to, cussed like a sailor, and he loved to ride. He was just one of those people, you know?
I really hate that I have to use the word 'was' for him now.
Not funny god.
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