SANDRA TSING LOH
It is true some of us here today will be allowed to age well past, as Cathy infamously said about columnist Bob Scheer, our sell by date. Id stop to apologize. But then Ill have to apologize to everyone Im about to offend in remembering Cathy. And the rabbi says we only have four minutes.
Yea, some of us ink-stained wretches will ramble on well into our 80s, 90s, possibly our 1,000s . . .
And while, given the choice, Cathy would not have willingly picked her particular method of exit . . . on this very sad day, I comfort myself in thinking that Cathy would at least be cheered because she was so very cheer-up-able by the high media glamour of her departure. Rocketing to number one on the Technorati rankings? How great is it to be forever remembered at the peak of ones leggy blonde powers, like Princess Di? Although, compared to Prince William, with a much better-behaved child. Extra points for you, as usual. Good job, Cathy.
Because we are gathered here . . . not for a birth or baptism or marriage . . . I think its appropriate to note that even in ICU, lung cancer, stage Z, 17F, level e-pi-to-the-epsilon even here, Cathy Seipp . . . was a flagrant overachiever. Out-of-town visitors should be comforted to know, even at the end, Miss Seipp threw the entire Cedars-Sinai medical staff into a state of utter bewilderment, even chaos. On Monday, the doctors solemnly pronounced that Cathy would be gone in five minutes, at most an hour. At this announcement, Cathys intimate support team of, it seemed, about 20 people there were so many of us, other, lonelier patients were becoming upset. The staff asked half of us to leave simply to clear the aisles . . . We were literally knocking over all their little IV thingies with our grief, with our emotional memories tearfully recited, the sudden pumping of fists in the air You will not be forgotten, Cathy! You will not be forgotten! Oops, nurse. Sorry. Anyway, as I said, that was Monday. By Tuesday, last rites have now been said in not one but two religions because the first time around, we could not find a Jew . . . at Cedars-Sinai. Harvey thought, Lets try that traveling Christian, and I think we found, Harvey . . . ? Not so charismatic. He was Asian I dont think they have it. Anyway by Tuesday, rather than waiting for a Hindu or Buddhist monk to make his rounds, the doctors proffer the embarrassing confession that they kind of need the room in the ICU? So they throw up their hands and move Cathy, who, if truth be told, looks pretty good, to another tower. By Wednesday, day three, all the Terms of Endearment bedside monologues, all the A material has been exhausted. By now, Ray Richmond has been openly weeping for five years. I dont think the man has a testicle left hes growing breasts. With no official religions left, Cathys ex, Jerry, is down literally, I kid you not, to singing sea chanteys and Australian novelty songs.
Which was perhaps the moment when Cathy decided, Ive proved my point. All those bloggers who got the scoop on my demise, 48 hours ago? Totally wrong. Even from here, Ive demonstrated I can make anyone on the planet look like a complete idiot. I could keep going, but Tie Me Kangaroo Down has 100 verses . . . Hmm.
Which is a roundabout way of saying how impressed Ive been, in this traumatic time, with the quality of Cathys loved ones. Lord knows Cathy wasnt always easy on Harvey and Jerry, but in the end, they showed themselves to be standup men. Dammit. Maia has shown a poise and maturity far beyond her 17 years so much so I hope we can all remember to let her be a girl too. There is the inner ring of Cathys family, and then the friends . . . colleagues . . . readers . . . fans.
Indeed, I knew Cathy had a lot of fans. But I have to say Im shocked at how many feel they knew her intimately, bursting to share their personal stories about her. And here I thought Cathy was my friend. Mine alone! Why do so many people feel such an intense emotional connection with Cathy? My theory is that Cathy is the Patron Saint of the Miserable, which is to say, the Patron Saint of Writers. There was no wretched, lonely, check-bouncing day she could not make funny, which is why we all craved her company. For writers who feel they will, from here on, be missing their very best friend, I suggest we affix blinking St. Cathy statuettes atop our filthy, wine-stained, crumb-covered laptops. When youre feeling shy, or blocked, or afraid to alienate some . . . major metropolitan newspaper or other, have a chat with St. Cathy. Magazine claims a 5 percent kill fee is standard, simply think WWCD What Would Cathy Do? Shed fuck with em!
This Internet outpouring of affection for Cathy is fitting . . . I see the spontaneous blaze of loving blog entries as like a million rock & roll lighters held aloft. In short, while Cathys body may be out of pain, in our hearts, minds and words, Cathy Seipp will live on. As God or Yahweh or Buddha or an Australian kangaroo is my witness, oh, will she.
As some of you may know, Ive been involved in a little dustup with Cathys favorite newspaper this week. Over the course of the last few days, Ive gotten a gratifying amount of encouragement and support, which Ive certainly appreciated. But I must say, the only really difficult moments I had were when I contemplated the fact that Cathy wasnt around to enjoy the festivities.
And believe me, she would have enjoyed them.
I first met Cathy in the fall of 1990 over lunch at a new restaurant on Third Street called Orso. She was interviewing me for an article she was writing for a now-defunct womens magazine about a now-defunct city magazine.
Sort of the story of her life.
Of course, the magazine she was writing about was Buzz, which my partners and I were in the process of launching at the time, and which Cathy later helped put on the map.
There are some who will tell you that Cathy was an acquired taste. But I took to her right away. She was smart and funny, with a finely developed sense of the absurd. Her big eyes would sparkle or darken, depending on which direction she sensed your politics were heading. Mine were always going the wrong way as far as she was concerned. But she tolerated me as one would tolerate a well-meaning but slightly demented elderly uncle.
What she wouldnt tolerate were cant, sanctimony and bullies. Political correctness enraged her. She was, of course, a conservative, which is to say she believed in the virtue of personal responsibility. I sometimes thought her lacking in sympathy for the less fortunate, but the fact is she spent far more time than me far more time than most of us looking out for and taking care of strays, both the two-legged and the four-legged kind.
As a writer, she was a dream to work with. Her copy was clean, her arguments clear, her technique impeccable. She was a master of the running gag, the throwaway and the dying fall.
Above all, she had a voice a slightly querulous, sometimes severe, but always amused and knowing, tone that was absolutely distinctive. She made me laugh and told me things I didnt know. You cant ask more of a writer than that.
And now she is gone. Or at least as gone as one can be who has touched as many lives and brought together as many people as she obviously has.
As you get older, you learn to focus less on whats gone out of your life and more on what youve been lucky enough to have had in it.
Cathy sometimes drove me crazy, and on more than one occasion I would come home from lunch with her and tell Renee, I dont know why Im still friends with her. But a few days later, Id read something shed written, and Id laugh and send her an e-mail. And wed go out for lunch again.
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