Disclaimer 1: For those of you with no interest in Vox – please feel free to skip.
Disclaimer 2: I have found that my memories of the distant past are often lacking in their accuracy.
Disclaimer 3: If you go to Vox’s website, beware … blah blah blah … racist and misogynistic … blah blah blah … hateful and coarse… blah blah blah … disagree with much that is over there. You’ve been warned.
Okay, now we can begin:
Vox Day And Me – Adult Years
I actually only saw Vox in person two more times.
The first time was at someone else’s high school graduation open house. Maybe this was after our freshman year of college. We talked for a few seconds. He did that grab-just-your-fingers thing when we shook hands. I don’t know if this was purposeful or not.
The last time I saw Vox in living color, I didn’t actually talk to him.
I was in line at a grocery store and he came in and headed around the checkout lanes and headed toward the bakery. When I say ‘in living color’ I mean this literally. His hair was multi-hued. This is really the primary way I recognized him, because I had recently seen an article about him and his video game company in the Star Tribune. It had reported that he was living in Mounds View, very close to our home.
This was, say, 1995-1996. He had a lady with him. Perhaps it was Space Bunny. I can’t say. I regret not saying something to him.
And then five years later I was talking with his brother at another high school graduation open house and found out that he had slightly changed his name and had written a fantasy book.
So I went out and bought it. And read it and liked it. So I found his site on the web and emailed him. He later told me that comments I made encouraged him to make changes in a character of his third Angel book.
I started reading his posts at World Net Daily around the time of 9/11 when he started writing more politically. And I’ve been reading his blog since very nearly the beginning.
And then one day I commented on his blog, snarkily disagreeing with him about public schools. Despite this fact (and the fact that he didn’t know it was me commenting), he didn’t flame me. I laughed when I looked at the title of his next post responding directly to me, and then emailed him to let him know it was me.
I continue to comment (at times snarkily) over at his blog. I give him credit for giving me the first big boost to my blog. And a few other times since.
And the rest is publicly available and searchable history. Okay, much of the rest of it is (see, for example). Most recently he responded to one of my comments with kind of Bizzaro ad hominem that was along the lines of “Jamsco, you’re a nice guy, so your point is disregardable.”*
A few more memories (going back to younger days):
- I remember making lego space ships with Vox in his living room – maybe sixth grade. He taught me about realistic space weaponry.
– I remember having breakfast at his home (just before heading out for a scout camping trip – perhaps seventh grade) in which the main course (if I remember correctly) was hamburger. It was quite good.
– I remember a Sunday when our family was invited by his parents to his home to watch a football game. It was on this day and from Vox that I learned about the first down. Up until that point I thought that that the offense got only four tries to get a touchdown. This was perhaps when we were in fifth or sixth grade so I was late in learning this. It was also here that I learned that some football fans, notably Vox, have a secondary favorite team. I think Vox’s second team was Dallas. I later (and somewhat temporarily) chose the Lions, largely based on a single really impressive touchdown run. My brother has repeatedly made fun of me for this.
Also going back a bit – here’s a picture dated July 1979 – from a boy scout canoeing trip (one of our first – this puts us just after our fifth grade) on the Namekagen River.
I’m pretty sure that’s Vox in the blue jacket being roughhoused by other scouts (my apologies for the lack of a clear view of his face). Obviously this was before his training or those three boys would be on the ground writhing in agony. Because finish everything.
In conclusion, I wish that Vox was less harsh on figures of authority, much less harsh on women and other races, swore less, talked more about his love of God and wrote more fiction. I wish he was a little less “Do unto others as they’ve done to you, only worse.” And I’d still like to hear his Becoming-A-Christian story.
But I think it would be fair to say I’m at least a little more libertarian because of his blog. And I appreciate what he says about Atheism, Tolkien, Lewis, the Vikings, home-schooling, his wife, and Jesus.
* Okay, more accurately, it was “You try to look like you’re a nice guy, so your point is disregardable” but I thought the original version was funnier and this more accurate version still doesn’t follow.
Update: I was going through old (some might say very old) papers today and the top page on the first stack I opened up was the Star Tribune article I mentioned above. So here’s the photo:
1. The dark line down the middle is the crease where it was folded. I haven’t kept it framed.
2. The dog at the bottom is the “good dog”. In the article, they call him the company mascot.
3. His hair isn’t colored in the picture, so I guess I recognized him by the mohawk.
4. The article is from Oct 1995, so 16 years after the first picture, and nearly 19 years ago.