It is with a sadness that we share news of the unexpected death of Dr. Matthew K. Howard, Data Management and Communications Coordinator for GCOOS and Research Scientist in the Department of Oceanography, College of Geosciences at Texas A & M University.
Matt’s pioneering contributions to oceanography, ocean observing systems and data management are wide-ranging and countless and matched only by his kindness, desire to help, quick response, wonderful wit and enthusiasm for life.
We will miss him dearly.
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NOTICE:
The family of Matt requests that in lieu of flowers and cards, a donation in Matt's name to Hospice Brazos Valley (http://www.hospicebrazosvalley.org/) will be most appreciated.
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Leave a tribute"Los Angeles...he walks again by night. Out of the fog and into the smog. Relentlessly. Ruthlessly. (I wonder where Ruth is?) Doggedly. (bark bark) Towards his weekly meeting with the unknown. At 4th and Drucker he turns left. At Drucker and 4th he turns right. He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building. (smack) "
Matt was one of the very few people I knew that would have instantly started trading lines with me from that Firesign Theatre sketch. The last time I saw Matt was in Mobile, and as we waited for the photographer to get our group picture I quietly said 'Where's your school spirit?' Matt somehow heard me and promptly answered with 'In the rumble seat, of course! Want a snort?' We went back and forth with Firesign for about five minutes, to the great consternation of those around us.
I will miss Matt's humor, his vast knowledge of all things data, and his conviction that each developer should have his or her own toolbox and not be told with which brushes to paint. I will miss you, my friend.
Tell Nick Danger the CodeMonkey says 'Greetings', and I look forward to once again being able to raise a glass of school spirit with you.
My sincerest condolences to his family and to all IOOSians.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted”. (Matthew 5:4).
I will miss him in many ways!
Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family,
Matt was one of the very few people I knew that would have instantly started trading lines with me from that Firesign Theatre sketch. The last time I saw Matt was in Mobile, and as we waited for the photographer to get our group picture I quietly said 'Where's your school spirit?' Matt somehow heard me and promptly answered with 'In the rumble seat, of course! Want a snort?' We went back and forth with Firesign for about five minutes, to the great consternation of those around us.
I will miss Matt's humor, his vast knowledge of all things data, and his conviction that each developer should have his or her own toolbox and not be told with which brushes to paint. I will miss you, my friend.
Tell Nick Danger the CodeMonkey says 'Greetings', and I look forward to once again being able to raise a glass of school spirit with you.
In retrospect, it was the best decision I've ever made. I was privileged to learn from half a dozen of the best teachers I've ever encountered, and they were all physical oceanographers. And one of my fellow students was Matt. Our paths were parallel over the next decade or so as we both finished our coursework, got reeled in by the Applied Research Corporation (ARC) group locally led by Tom Crowley and Gerry North, and returned to the department after ARC imploded. Then the competition to see who could finish his doctorate began, which Matt won easily. I followed him a few years later, mainly via massive threats from my committee members.
Matt and I had a mutual intetest in gardening, especially when it came to hot peppers. I happily remember the first time we each visited each other's gardens when he lived over near Harvey and I on Foch Sreet. When I moved away from Foch to a place without any garden space I gardened vicariously through him for several years, until Barbara and I built a place out of town with plenty of gardening space in 2011. It wasn't until last year that we had Matt and others out to see the place, but I was very pleased when he enjoyed what I'd done with the garden as much as I did. When he and Eileen moved to a new place I kept riding him about how many raised beds he was going to put in. Just a few weeks ago he gleefully informed me that he'd just finished a large L-shaped raised bed at his new place, and that he'd bought 20 large bags of perlite as part of a custom soil with which he was going to fill it. He also inquired about any spare plants I might have for him. I said there'd always be spares for him and that I'd be more than happy to help him with his new raised bed. That I'll not be able to do this makes me as sad as anything.
We've been calling each other duderonomy in the halls of oceanography for a very, very long time. Goodbye, duderonomy, and I know you'll find happy trails wherever you are, and probably find stranger and more fun music than I could. Party well with your brothers and Frank Zappa, and I'll be along soon enough to join the celebration.
Nancy
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"Los Angeles...he walks again by night. Out of the fog and into the smog. Relentlessly. Ruthlessly. (I wonder where Ruth is?) Doggedly. (bark bark) Towards his weekly meeting with the unknown. At 4th and Drucker he turns left. At Drucker and 4th he turns right. He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building. (smack) "
Matt was one of the very few people I knew that would have instantly started trading lines with me from that Firesign Theatre sketch. The last time I saw Matt was in Mobile, and as we waited for the photographer to get our group picture I quietly said 'Where's your school spirit?' Matt somehow heard me and promptly answered with 'In the rumble seat, of course! Want a snort?' We went back and forth with Firesign for about five minutes, to the great consternation of those around us.
I will miss Matt's humor, his vast knowledge of all things data, and his conviction that each developer should have his or her own toolbox and not be told with which brushes to paint. I will miss you, my friend.
Tell Nick Danger the CodeMonkey says 'Greetings', and I look forward to once again being able to raise a glass of school spirit with you.
This picture was taken during the June 2011 hypoxia cruise. After nearly 24 hours of high speed transit in rough seas, we were greated with calm gulf just off the mouth of the Mississippi.
During the transit, everyone was sick, except for Matt. We were all on our death beds, while Matt sat in the galley, siniging "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" and eating hot dogs.