I remember the day he died. That very day, almost that very moment, my long-buried desire to write emerged from the ashes of disappointment once again, and hasn't died down since.
It was June 5, 2012. My co-worker exclaimed loudly, "Ray Bradbury died!". "What?" I said. Immediately I looked up Yahoo News, and saw what happened.
The very first interview of his I found after that was this one. This one started me back to writing short stories. I've posted it before, so I won't go into that one here, but I do recommend it. If you don't know anything about him, it's a great one. (Warning - some language.)
Fahrenheit 451 was a work of genius, both in the content as well as in the story of how it was produced. His short stories influenced me from a very young age. They were some of my favorite school assignments.
There was another lecture he gave at UCLA in 1998, that I consider to be a continuation of the first brilliant talk. He gives a lot more of his history and background here (Language warning here too.):
If you want a little piece of his joie de vivre, that I still covet myself, listen at 16:05 for at least a couple of minutes. If you listen to nothing else, take in this lovely little piece of my poppa. :-)
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