Glittering lights
November 24, 2009 at 15:00 
My friend Sara in Stockholm is trying to hook me up with a male friend of hers here in Malmö.
"Is he on Facebook?" I asked her, wanting to see a picture because I'm totally not shallow at all.
"No, he doesn't like Facebook. He's strictly old school."
Wow, I'll have to meet him in person and not actually see what he looks like beforehand. Does anyone DO this anymore? Facebook is always my first reference point for people I'd like to find out more about - what can I find out? Who is this person friends with? And then that got me thinking - Facebook, Twitter, various comments on blogs etc - they all create an online trail where you can sometimes piece together what people are thinking/doing/feeling. But what about those people I knew who lived lives I remember but have no online identity? Are identities of people before the internet existed as a popular tool seem less relevant because they are not online?
Let's take two friends of mine who are unfortunately no longer with us, but I still think about them all the time as both were huge influences on me.
Jon Heretz was one of my professors in college in Oswego, New York. He sincerely believed in both my potential to be a great director, and the incredible possibility that theatre can be a real life-affirming art. He was always trying to give me a hand with my work and when I moved to London gave me some people to contact so I can make some connections. Aside from being a very talented lighting designer, he was one of the most witty people I'd ever met, so quick with puns and jokes and sayings that I always thought, man, I hope one day I can be as funny as this guy. If I'm able to 'work a room' these days I always think of Jon, who if he was still around probably still do it better than me. I have no doubt he'd be proud of me and my accomplishments. He committed suicide a few years ago by drowning himself in Lake Ontario.
Todd McCarthy turned up one day at the theatre I was working at as an usher and I was instantly smitten - not by his looks so much but more his huge amount of energy. A freckle-covered redhead from Australia, he was goofy and sunny. He was very into musicals and theatre in general so we hit it off immediately. His stay in London was tinged with some sadness though, for him and for me. London was the last stop in a world tour he did before his HIV got the best of him - and this was in the days before combination therapies helped a lot of people. After being in and out of hospices in London, he eventually went back to Oz. Four weeks before I was due to go to Australia to see him, I got a call from his live-in nurse telling me he'd passed away. I went to Sydney anyway and met with his family, who were as fantastic as Todd was. In what appeared to be the plucky McCarthy way, they mourned their loss by celebrating his life. While Todd was still alive, his father and brother built a wishing well in the garden and all of the neighbourhood came and threw coins in once it was finished. Todd's brother took me to where he was buried - and Todd had picked a burial spot that faced the sea so he could always be close to the water he loved. His family decorated his grave with sand and beach paraphenalia.
I imagine that if both of them were alive today, Jon would only be on Facebook in a cursory manner - joining but never checking or updating it. He always thought of himself as a gentleman born in the wrong era so modern things were probably not for him. Todd, I bet, would be all over everything, with thousands of Twitter updates that I could follow from afar. But I want to take them and their memories out of my mind and document them somewhere so if anyone ever wants to know more about them, here they are. They deserve not to be forgotten just because they weren't around to get on board the internet.
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