Marty Sasaki, RIP

Marty from post to his high school facebook page

Marty's death apparently happened about six months ago. He stopped posting to his blog on August 13. His recorder teacher, who told me about it, had seen him at her student recital (which may have been the one on September 12) two days before he died.

Marty from fellow photographer's tripod page

We shared a cubicle in 1981-2, when we were both programmers in the Radiology Department of the Brigham and Women's Hospital. Although it was at that point one of the better jobs I've ever had in my life, we both found some of the political aspects of it frustrating. We would occasionally both get into his car and go to a hill in Brookline and fly kites.

One of Marty's kites

He was at that point not long out of MIT, and in much better touch with the cutting edge of programming than I was, so I learned a lot from him. He was the first person I ever saw using emacs, and it was his copy of The TEXbook that introduced me to Donald Knuth and TEX.

When he left that job for another job in the Harvard Medical Area, he was the first person I ever kept in touch with by email and a "talk" program that ran on the Vax.

We eventually fell out of touch, but then when I was just starting to be the Administrator of the Boston Recorder Society, I got an email from him (in my capacity as administrator; we'd neither of us particularly identified as recorder players when we knew each other). He was thinking about picking up the recorder again, and wondered if what the BRS was doing would help. He must have decided that it wouldn't, because I don't think he ever came to one of our meetings, but he did get involved in other recorder-related activities in the Boston area, and I occasionally saw him there.

The most recent real conversation we had was when he came as part of the group that spelled the Cantabile Band at the Walk for Hunger last year. He was looking quite a bit thinner than when I'd most recently seen him, and seeming more mobile. We talked about how much more energy blogging takes than you would expect, and about the process of winding up the affairs of a dead person. He was talking to me instead of playing because he'd gotten frustrated by the playing -- most of the other players in the group were a lot more experienced than he was. But I had a bit the same sense of returning peace that I remembered from flying kites on the hill in Brookline.

He will be remembered at a recital on Saturday. I won't be able to go, because there's a memorial service for another friend at the same time. Having conflicting memorial services makes me feel old, but that's another post.

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