I wrote this for inclusion in a memorial volume, Ilya
                  Li's memorial is present in the living and breathing
                  of networks he helped create since 1996.
                
                  I'm not sure how many net timers knew of Ilya but
                  until his sudden death a few days ago - he had done so
                  much great work from his base in Taiwan. Here are a
                  few words in his memory. If you have any words or
                  images you want add - a memorial page is on facebook
                  that will be printed of for his family. just search (Remember shih-chieh ilya li)
                  
                
                
                  
                
                
                  I'm not sure how ilya's idiosyncratic, strange, funny
                  and generous thought processes managed it, but he
                  glued together a carnival of like-minded misfits
                  around the world, adding to their nutzo projects, like
                  YoHa's, 'Plastic Raft of Lampedusa'. Ilya gave many of
                  us a version of what globalisation, transnationalism
                  could mean in opposition to the fragmentary version we
                  are fed with our processed foods. He taught europeans
                  like myself to listen before judgment, to think with
                  him around corners and on different scales while
                  usually eating delicious unprocessed food. He did this
                  by guiding you to an embarrassing pause, when you
                  thought... I have no idea what he just said to me or
                  where it came from. At such moments, you had to ask
                  him, over the next tasty mouthful, to unravel his
                  thoughts, translate them across cultures so you could
                  understand where you may have had it wrong, to get a
                  new insight.
                
                  
                
                
                  Ilya was a romantic and I both saw him struggle with
                  being on his own and then it was my priviledge to see
                  him seek out love, follow it around the world and
                  finally find it in his and his partner's garden,
                  growing more food for the future.
                
                  
                
                
                  Ilya was our friend, eating companion, glue in a world
                  that tries to keep us separate.