Love is like a shooting star
It don't matter who you are
If you only run for cover...
Yeah, baby. Note how he knows what's coming, and as everyone else runs away, he keeps beckoning - BRING IT! Each wave gets closer and closer until it finally knocks him down.
Then he gets up again.
There's simultaneously total surrender and yet total strength. And a knowing smile. At peace with whatever life may bring. Because whatever may knock him down... he will get back up again.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Good Night My Love
Wow. Lot's of closure going on. As I've posted here before, I've been working on a tribute CD of old And Tears Fell music, re-recorded with people who knew Sam, as a sort of requiem. I can dedicate films and plays to her 'til the cows come home, but it still wouldn't close the door on our musical history together - thus the album.
We've been working on it weekends here and there for the past year and a half at Westside Studios (the digital digs of Brian "Dogfish" "Full Life Crisis" Chase), and are now at the mixing stage. It's packed with the best songs from our first three albums, and yet, I knew I wanted to write something new to kind of tie everything up in a nice bow. For the last few months, I've been playing around with a chord progression that can best be described as somewhere between this, this and this. And maybe a bit of this and this. And definitely this. But until today, whenever I thought of putting down lyrics, I only saw a blank page.
For whatever reason, today I was ready. As I was driving home from dropping the kids at school, a phrase came to me: "Two satellites in orbit", then: "Children holding hands". I started writing them down, and something just shook loose. Suddenly there was a fully-formed song staring at me from the page. Yes, it's sad. VERY sad. But it's the ultimate statement of where I'm at, and how I feel. I've composed music for Sam before - mostly instrumentals and one love song I wrote and recorded for her birthday in 1999. But I've never written a farewell like this - a farewell not only to the woman I spent twenty years with, but that entire life. It's VERY bittersweet, this saying farewell, but in order to make forward progress, one needs to make peace with the past and let it stay in the past.
My friend Conor has volunteered to record it, and if it turns out, I will include it at the end of Requiem, maybe as a "hidden" track.
Good Night My Love © 2007
We were children holding hands
Once upon a time
Two satellites in orbit
Around a love sublime
We kissed in darkness, made a pact
And held each other tight
You and me against the world
It all just felt so right
Chorus:
(Good night my love)
All you were to me
(Good night my love)
Is etched into my memory
(Good night my love)
And everything that was
(Good night my love)
Will always be inside of me
Your presence, it still lingers here
From night until the day
Your image smiling, voice in song
A ghostly cabaret
Lonely tears I’ve shed for you
I reach out for your touch
And take with me the memory
Of times I loved so much
Chorus:
(Good night my love)
All you were to me
(Good night my love)
Is etched into my memory
(Good night my love)
And everything that was
(Good night my love)
Will always be inside of me
Break:
Waking alone and gripped by hollow fear
All that I know is reduced to blur of tears
Time wasn’t on your side and I wonder - how I got here
So good night, my dear
One day we might see each other
Passing in the night
Until then I’ll draw the curtains
And put out the light
If you stop along your journey
Think of me sometime
Remember that brief shining moment
That we called a life
Chorus:
(Good night my love)
All you were to me
(Good night my love)
Is etched into my memory
(Good night my love)
And everything that was
(Good night my love)
Will always be inside of me
Good night my love
Good night my love
We've been working on it weekends here and there for the past year and a half at Westside Studios (the digital digs of Brian "Dogfish" "Full Life Crisis" Chase), and are now at the mixing stage. It's packed with the best songs from our first three albums, and yet, I knew I wanted to write something new to kind of tie everything up in a nice bow. For the last few months, I've been playing around with a chord progression that can best be described as somewhere between this, this and this. And maybe a bit of this and this. And definitely this. But until today, whenever I thought of putting down lyrics, I only saw a blank page.
For whatever reason, today I was ready. As I was driving home from dropping the kids at school, a phrase came to me: "Two satellites in orbit", then: "Children holding hands". I started writing them down, and something just shook loose. Suddenly there was a fully-formed song staring at me from the page. Yes, it's sad. VERY sad. But it's the ultimate statement of where I'm at, and how I feel. I've composed music for Sam before - mostly instrumentals and one love song I wrote and recorded for her birthday in 1999. But I've never written a farewell like this - a farewell not only to the woman I spent twenty years with, but that entire life. It's VERY bittersweet, this saying farewell, but in order to make forward progress, one needs to make peace with the past and let it stay in the past.
My friend Conor has volunteered to record it, and if it turns out, I will include it at the end of Requiem, maybe as a "hidden" track.
Good Night My Love © 2007
We were children holding hands
Once upon a time
Two satellites in orbit
Around a love sublime
We kissed in darkness, made a pact
And held each other tight
You and me against the world
It all just felt so right
Chorus:
(Good night my love)
All you were to me
(Good night my love)
Is etched into my memory
(Good night my love)
And everything that was
(Good night my love)
Will always be inside of me
Your presence, it still lingers here
From night until the day
Your image smiling, voice in song
A ghostly cabaret
Lonely tears I’ve shed for you
I reach out for your touch
And take with me the memory
Of times I loved so much
Chorus:
(Good night my love)
All you were to me
(Good night my love)
Is etched into my memory
(Good night my love)
And everything that was
(Good night my love)
Will always be inside of me
Break:
Waking alone and gripped by hollow fear
All that I know is reduced to blur of tears
Time wasn’t on your side and I wonder - how I got here
So good night, my dear
One day we might see each other
Passing in the night
Until then I’ll draw the curtains
And put out the light
If you stop along your journey
Think of me sometime
Remember that brief shining moment
That we called a life
Chorus:
(Good night my love)
All you were to me
(Good night my love)
Is etched into my memory
(Good night my love)
And everything that was
(Good night my love)
Will always be inside of me
Good night my love
Good night my love
Ghosts Redux
I was going through some of the recovered computer data from the fire, and ran across the video for our old single, Ghosts. It's now on YouTube. Just a note: YouTube compression knocked the audio sync off during upload. My original file is fine, but this one has a slight audio lag.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Lloyd & Diane
Kayleigh ran her first RPG tonight with a school friend and her older brother. It was heartwarming that she chose the Red Dwarf roleplaying game that Sam & I authored (with massive help, of course). The game that put our company on the map, and paid our full time salaries for a year and a half. Tyler will join next time, but tonight he was at Gavin's place, participating in a Star Wars RPG campaign.
"Yes, honey. That's right."
Of course, as anyone who was a teenager in the 1980s knows, Say Anything was one of the greatest love stories/date movies John Cusack ever starred in. It depicts two Seattle high school graduates (class of '86 no less - HELLO!), Lloyd Dobbler (Cusack) and Diane Court (Ione Skye), a totally mismatched pair who fall in love under some interesting and often stressful circumstances. The late-teen angst, the dialogue, all the performances are right on. And then there's the soundtrack, which is led fearlessly by Peter Gabriel's In Your Eyes. The scene where Lloyd tries to win Diane back by holding his boombox aloft and "serenading" her has become iconic.
It passed in moments, but jeez, what a surprise. I think it must be somewhat like a victim of PTSD having a flashback. Kinda bizarre and awful how it sneaks up on you out of nowhere. Of course it probably didn't hurt that Sam bore more than a passing resemblance to Ione Sky when she was that age. Here I am, talking about how great I'm doing not two days ago, and then - BAM.
Gotta start growing geeks from the beginning, man.
After K's guests left, she asked if we could watch a DVD together. I opened the cabinet and let her scan the shelves - and the one she chose was Say Anything. I said, "Oh, this is written and directed by Cameron Crowe." And my nine-year-old daughter replied, "he's the guy who made Singles, right?"
Stunned silence.
"Yes, honey. That's right."
Of course, as anyone who was a teenager in the 1980s knows, Say Anything was one of the greatest love stories/date movies John Cusack ever starred in. It depicts two Seattle high school graduates (class of '86 no less - HELLO!), Lloyd Dobbler (Cusack) and Diane Court (Ione Skye), a totally mismatched pair who fall in love under some interesting and often stressful circumstances. The late-teen angst, the dialogue, all the performances are right on. And then there's the soundtrack, which is led fearlessly by Peter Gabriel's In Your Eyes. The scene where Lloyd tries to win Diane back by holding his boombox aloft and "serenading" her has become iconic."That's Peter Gabriel," Kayleigh remarked from the love seat.
"Yes, yes it is," I answered, eyes welling up, recalling the wedding video footage of Sam & me dancing to it. Stupid Peter Gabriel and your songwriting brilliance.
Sam & I loved that movie. Hell, Sam & I lived that movie. Switch Seattle with Palo Alto, give Lloyd a white Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, and change some of the immediate family dynamics around (as far as I know, Sam's parents didn't steal from the elderly residents in their nursing home), and that could have been us. The grad party. The dates lasting until dawn. The awkward first kiss. And then there's the scene in the back seat of Lloyd's car by the ocean... I was immediately transported back to the Baylands in Palo Alto, back seat of my Cutlass at age 18.
And I had to leave the room. I was flooded with this sudden wave of grief and - more surprising - anger. WTF was that about?? I stood in the kitchen with clenched fists and cursed the fates and remembered that delicious innocent time and savored it and I let it go.
It passed in moments, but jeez, what a surprise. I think it must be somewhat like a victim of PTSD having a flashback. Kinda bizarre and awful how it sneaks up on you out of nowhere. Of course it probably didn't hurt that Sam bore more than a passing resemblance to Ione Sky when she was that age. Here I am, talking about how great I'm doing not two days ago, and then - BAM. This meeting of the Emotional Self-Torturers of America is now adjourned.
Friday, April 20, 2007
I've Been Tagged.
Lisa tagged me with a meme, and so now it's my turn to filter this cultural nugget and perpetuate it.
Three things that scare me:
I was tempted to post some ancient Celtic motto, as I identify readily with my ancient ancestors in their ferocity. I'm reminded of this passage from the Táin Bo Cuailgne: "Heaven is above us, and earth beneath us, and the sea is round about us. Unless the sky shall fall with its showers of stars on the ground where we are camped, or unless the earth shall be rent by an earthquake, or unless the waves of the blue sea come over the forests of the living world, we shall not give ground." But for this exercise, I will keep it simple. :)
1) Unbridled greed
2) Apathy
3) Blind dogma (of any stripe)
Three people who make me laugh:
1) Hans
2) Steve
3) A host of comics from classic Steve Martin to Dane Cook, Patton Oswalt, Jim Gaffigan and Sarah Silverman
Three things I love:
1) My tribe
2) The act of creation - as in art
3) The act of aesthetic appreciation
Three things I hate:
1) Cancer, and being made a widowed father of two at age 36 by it
2) Violence toward the innocent
3) Hate
Three things I don't understand:
1) Willing ignorance
2) The cancer industry
3) How we are still alive as a species
Three things on my desk:
Too much to really go into, so I randomly choose...
1) The new Sarah Shannon CD
2) A stack of papers with copious phone notes
3) A couple computers
Three things I'm doing right now:
1) Assembling all sorts of financials for our D Constructed CFO
2) Listening to 8mm
3) Typing
Three things I want to do before I die:
1) Build an artist community on the Olympic Peninsula
2) Watch my children become happy adults
3) Find out if my theory on soulmates is true
Three things I can do:
1) Write well
2) Pick up almost any instrument or artistic medium and intuitively know how to use it
3) Raise two preteens without going insane... at least not too much
Three things I can't do:
1) Bear children (thank GOD)
2) Fly without mechanical aid
3) Look at the back of my head without a mirror
Three things I think you should listen to:
1) Peter Gabriel - Security
2) Zero7 - When it Falls
3) Tina Dico - In the Red
Three things you should never listen to:
1) Political pundits (of any stripe)
2) Radio and/or TV talk show hosts
3) Government officials (at any level)
Three things I'd like to learn:
1) Scots Gaelic
2) The reason we're here
3) More history
Three favorite foods:
1) The beef ravioli at Pegasus on Alki
2) Tie: the shepherd's pie at the Celtic Swell; the Guinness ice cream at the Celtic Swell
3) Venison pie with a pint of bitter and baked cherries for dessert
Three shows I watched as a kid:
1) Star Trek
2) The Six Million Dollar Man
3) Bugs Bunny
Three things I regret:
I have a fundamental problem with this one, as the implications are rather harsh for someone who has gone through the loss of a spouse and the survivor's guilt that goes with it. But anyway...
1) Not going public about my grandmother molesting me as a kid sooner (might have saved my brother that indignity)
2) Not having the opportunity to grow old with Samantha
3) Allowing the golden handcuffs of the videogame industry to lead me on a decade-long detour away from filmmaking
Three people I tag:
1) Beth
2) Andrew
3) Lotti
Three things that scare me:
I was tempted to post some ancient Celtic motto, as I identify readily with my ancient ancestors in their ferocity. I'm reminded of this passage from the Táin Bo Cuailgne: "Heaven is above us, and earth beneath us, and the sea is round about us. Unless the sky shall fall with its showers of stars on the ground where we are camped, or unless the earth shall be rent by an earthquake, or unless the waves of the blue sea come over the forests of the living world, we shall not give ground." But for this exercise, I will keep it simple. :)
1) Unbridled greed
2) Apathy
3) Blind dogma (of any stripe)
Three people who make me laugh:
1) Hans
2) Steve
3) A host of comics from classic Steve Martin to Dane Cook, Patton Oswalt, Jim Gaffigan and Sarah Silverman
Three things I love:
1) My tribe
2) The act of creation - as in art
3) The act of aesthetic appreciation
Three things I hate:
1) Cancer, and being made a widowed father of two at age 36 by it
2) Violence toward the innocent
3) Hate
Three things I don't understand:
1) Willing ignorance
2) The cancer industry
3) How we are still alive as a species
Three things on my desk:
Too much to really go into, so I randomly choose...
1) The new Sarah Shannon CD
2) A stack of papers with copious phone notes
3) A couple computers
Three things I'm doing right now:
1) Assembling all sorts of financials for our D Constructed CFO
2) Listening to 8mm
3) Typing
Three things I want to do before I die:
1) Build an artist community on the Olympic Peninsula
2) Watch my children become happy adults
3) Find out if my theory on soulmates is true
Three things I can do:
1) Write well
2) Pick up almost any instrument or artistic medium and intuitively know how to use it
3) Raise two preteens without going insane... at least not too much
Three things I can't do:
1) Bear children (thank GOD)
2) Fly without mechanical aid
3) Look at the back of my head without a mirror
Three things I think you should listen to:
1) Peter Gabriel - Security
2) Zero7 - When it Falls
3) Tina Dico - In the Red
Three things you should never listen to:
1) Political pundits (of any stripe)
2) Radio and/or TV talk show hosts
3) Government officials (at any level)
Three things I'd like to learn:
1) Scots Gaelic
2) The reason we're here
3) More history
Three favorite foods:
1) The beef ravioli at Pegasus on Alki
2) Tie: the shepherd's pie at the Celtic Swell; the Guinness ice cream at the Celtic Swell
3) Venison pie with a pint of bitter and baked cherries for dessert
Three shows I watched as a kid:
1) Star Trek
2) The Six Million Dollar Man
3) Bugs Bunny
Three things I regret:
I have a fundamental problem with this one, as the implications are rather harsh for someone who has gone through the loss of a spouse and the survivor's guilt that goes with it. But anyway...
1) Not going public about my grandmother molesting me as a kid sooner (might have saved my brother that indignity)
2) Not having the opportunity to grow old with Samantha
3) Allowing the golden handcuffs of the videogame industry to lead me on a decade-long detour away from filmmaking
Three people I tag:
1) Beth
2) Andrew
3) Lotti
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Dancing With Tears in My Eyes
Yeah, WTF?? I've been having the most surreal week. After all that numbness last week with the anniversaries of both Matt's and Sam's deaths, this week I find myself spacey and more than a little melancholy. I know what this is, but I think maybe subconsciously I don't want it to be so.I'm letting go.
I read my entries from this time last year and I can't believe this is the same guy (because it really isn't). I look at pictures from five, ten, twenty years ago - there was Samantha, there I was with her. There we were together. But it's bloody surreal because that is SOOOO not my life anymore. It's a whole other world. I still get a daily dose of Samantha just by looking at my kids, but she's no longer there, fully physical and present in my life anymore, and as long as there are no magic wands or time travel machines, that's just The Way It Is (TM). I can't will her back or cry her into existence, and honestly at this point, those fantasies of it all being just a big hospital mistake and any moment I'll get a call to come pick her up because she misses me terribly are far behind me.
A widow friend of mine whose age, story and timeline are very similar to my own said it was like a launching pad. It's like you finally realize that there's stuff you want and need to do in life, and grief is not a great facilitator of said "stuff". So, although you will always, always, ALWAYS carry with you a piece of your spouse or other loved one in your heart and occasionally take it out to look at like an old photo, maybe have a good cry over, it's not cluttering the floor and making it impossible to move without stubbing your toe. It's okay. YOU'RE okay, and it's alright to be happy again. The good days now outnumber the bad. You can wake up (perhaps in the bed and/or home the two of you shared) and be okay to face the world with a positive attitude.
I think my friend's departure from our support group has something to do with it. We share a bizarre set of circumstances in our lives, and have a supportive, understanding friendship. And she is ready to leave the group and move forward in the best way. I think I was waiting for her to get to that point out of some big brother instinct of wanting to know she would be okay, or perhaps was kind of using her situation as a mile marker for myself (her husband died about 4 months before Samantha). In any case, I'm feeling really... what's the word... autonomous... capable... independent...
...ready.
I will stay with my Gilda's group until the 2 year marker for my dad's death at the end of May, then I too will leave the nest and fly on my own (in a huge flock of other capable, independent birds).
If you were a teenager in the 1980s, you know where the title of today's post comes from. It was probably British new wave group Ultravox's biggest hit in the US. I used to have the Best of Ultravox (as well as a bunch of their regular albums) on CD before the fire. So I recently picked up another compilation reissue from EMI (it sounds GREAT, by the way), popped it in the car stereo, and proceeded to sing along at the top of my lungs. Very cathartic, let me tell you. It's a good way to exorcise all the pent up energy from another wave of skin hunger (and not wanting to jump on Craigslist for a quick hook-up - not my bag anymore, baby).
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died
It's five and I'm driving home again
It's hard to believe that it's my last time
The man on the wireless cries again
It's over, it's over
It's late and I'm with my love alone
We drink to forget the coming storm
We love to the sound of our favourite song
Over and over
It's time and we're in each others arms
It's time but I don't think we really care
- Ultravox
See, a year ago those words would have meant something completely different to me. Now they are much more positive. The tears don't factor as much as the dancing. It's only the pangs of forward movement and letting go. It hurts a bit, but it's okay.
It's really okay.
It's okay and I feel good.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I May Already Be a Winner!
Usually I hate email spam. Well, I can't stand the canned meat variety either. But occasionally one comes along that is pretty fun to read. Imagine what this looks like to those folks (like me) with the Red Pencil Vision super power (a power shared by college lit professors and editors). There's just so much wrong with it, I wouldn't know where to begin, if I were an editor who worked for Yahoo/Msn Lottery Incorporation (WTF??). I guess I should feel free to use Mr. Mellor's email address (at bottom), if it is a legit email address, to sign up for a bunch of porn email. I'm sure whoever is running this phishing effort would be at least as amused as I was by getting this email.
* * *
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Yahoo/Msn Lottery Incorporation
Baley House, Har Road
Sutton, Greater London
SM1 4te
United Kingdom.
This is to inform you that you have won a prize money of Five hundred thousand, Great Britain Pound Sterlings(£500,000.00) for this month 2007 Lottery promotion which is organized by YAHOO/MSN LOTTERY INC & WINDOWS LIVE.
YAHOO/MSN & MICROSOFT WINDOWS, collects all the email addresses of the people that are active online, among the millions that subscribed to any email providers. we only select five people every Month as our winners through electronic balloting System without the winner applying,we congratulate you for being one of the people selected.
You are to contact the events manager on or before your date of Claim, Winners Shall be paid in accordance with his/her Settlement Centre.
Yahoo/Msn Lottery Prize must be claimed no later than 20 days from date of Draw Notification after the Draw date in which Prize has won. Any prize not claimed within this period will be forfeited.
These are your identification numbers:
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These numbers fall within your Location file, you are requested to contact the events manager, send your winning identification numbers to him,to enable him verify your claims.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007
Sadiversary #2
trans·form/v. trænsˈfɔrm; n. ˈtrænsfɔrm/ [v. trans-fawrm; n. trans-fawrm]
–verb (used with object)
1. to change in form, appearance, or structure; metamorphose.
2. to change in condition, nature, or character; convert.
3. to change into another substance; transmute.
Readers of this blog know that Samantha died on April 12th. That's two years ago today. I had forgotten, but Tuesday marked the 35th Anniversary of my brother Matt's death. Maybe that contributed to the numbness I felt on that day. In any case, the numbness is back today, taking care of me as I go through the process.
I think transformed would be the correct word to use, when I think about what has happened in the two years since Sam breathed her last breath in our home as I held her. The whole process was transformational - for both of us. And for the kids. It transformed our sometimes fumbling marriage into a well-oiled machine, us against the disease. It transformed Samantha from an attractive woman in her 30s into an apparition. Cadaverish from the waist up, bloated and blistered from the waist down. No wonder our children are so mature now, having lived with that every day, watching their mom disintegrate slowly in front of their eyes. To contrast, when Matt died by ingesting an entire bottle of 1-a-Day iron supplements, I saw him briefly in the ER, and that was it. He was just gone. I can remember him being the vital, busy toddler he was - there was no slow decline.
So the process transformed Samantha, it transformed me, it transformed the kids. When she took her last breath, she transformed into something completely different. Her body stopped fighting for its own survival, and her soul or whatever spark of energy that made her human became invisible as well as intangible. The moment of her death transformed me. I held my first real love in my arms, kissing her softly on the forehead, whispering consolation and words of love. By that point, she'd been mentally gone for a couple hours... still, I think she could hear me. And more importantly, the feelings were expressed.
It's no secret that I seriously considered suicide by morphine for an insane couple of minutes. Sleep and food deprivation over the prior week had combined with the trauma of helplessly watching my wife die and culminated in a malfunctioning self-preservation instinct. I was alone in the room and had access to a lot of leftover morphine. I didn't think I could face the pain. But face it I would have to, if not for me then for our children... my children. The easy option wasn't an option after all, but it sure was the closest I'd ever come to really doing it (and I'd come close in my early teens).
I wasn't really able to begin the mourning process because the wagons were being circled around my dad, who was informed of brain metastases right before Samantha's memorial party. There was no time to mourn at first, with almost daily trips to UW hospital. Cancer transformed my father from a vital, healthy, articulate, intelligent man into a pale, frail victim (a role he never voluntarily took, but by the end of his fight, after multiple surgeries and laying in the ICU with a tube in his skull to vent cranial pressure, he was made cancer's bitch - something I say with all due venom and anger).
So how does the death of one's wife and soulmate of 20 years and one's beloved father just one month later transform one? I'm sure you see similar traits in combat veterans and witnesses to violent crime. PTSD. Depression. Insomnia. Nightmares. Vocational obsessions (workaholism). Increased alcohol intake (and other forms of self-medication). Emotional breakdowns. Uncontrollable sobbing. Social withdrawal. I certainly displayed all of those. Yet, at the same time, as the cicatrix was forming over the wounds, I felt a new strength and capability grow within. A new perspective.
Admittedly, I dated too early in the process. It's a pitfall to which many in the widowed community succumb. Fortunately I wasn't reckless - just incapable of emotional involvement. Nobody was badly hurt. I'm still friends with the first woman I dated. But when the house disasters occurred (Christmas Eve flood, Valentine's Day fire), I knew it wasn't the right time for dating or any kind of romantic relationships. I transformed again, focusing on the reconstruction of my home, the children and several creative projects. The house was transformed from a 1920s patchwork remodel to a fully renovated home with all-new everything. Out of the ashes rises the phoenix - literally.
I do get weepy if I allow myself to get caught up in the details of Samantha's death, or remember the last phone conversation with my father the day he died, or the phone call from the doctor saying he'd had an embolism and they were working on him right now... but I suppose that will always be the case. It's horrible, tragic stuff... it's life. But whereas two years ago today I stood shakily on an unknown threshold, feeling like the universe had ripped everything away from me and left me raped and bloody on the sidewalk, today I look back as a totally different man. Transformed. In charge of my life and future. Active instead of passive. Raising two amazing children, and teaching them to fearlessly embrace life. Engaged in much closer relationships with Sam's family than when she was alive. Being content in the now and looking at a bright future, despite (and perhaps due to) past trauma.
These anniversaries will always require a bit more contemplation than an ordinary day, but with patience and perspective, it is possible to emerge from the initial darkness a whole hell of a lot more awake and aware, patient, capable and strong, energized and loving.
Transformed.
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P.S. Thanks to Jason P's friend Jeanine, who is running a Team-in-Training half-marathon in Portland this weekend and has added Sam's name to her jersey. I appreciate it immensely.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Urf.
What a weekend.
Had a bunch of out-of-state friends and family come into town over the weekend. My old Sierra cohort and screenwriting partner Mack crashed on our sofa for the weekend, and generally made his monkeyboy self useful. We had the OA wrap party/screening on Saturday, and despite some "live theater", it was a big success. And let me just say that Sally makes the best carrot sheet cake in the history of carrot sheet cake. Afterward, I picked up the kids from Norwescon (which they attended with Gav & Michelle), and we met Sam's folks for dinner at Elliott Bay. Came home and crashed out at 9:30PM.
Easter Sunday was spent at Sam's brother's house up in Kirkland with Sam's folks once again. Lovely brunch, lovely peoples, lovely home. Headed back and hosted a visit from Beth & Chris, which was really fun. Hans joined us and we took the whole group down to Pegasus for dinner. Then back to the homestead for a marathon geekfest of Amazing Screw-On Head, The Specials and Free Enterprise.
I thought Monday would be more relaxing, but no. Lots of catch-up work, followed by dinner at the Swell with Hans, Ron, Mike, Allan & Theresa. Followed by Hans arriving at the house later, and us watching Clerks II and a couple episodes of Extras.
Between the beer, the food and the running around, I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been backed over by Truckasaurus. Kayleigh was feeling under the weather as well. So it's been a sedate recovery day full of vitamin C, rest and me watching the first disc of The Shield season 5.
Not a total loss. ;)
Had a bunch of out-of-state friends and family come into town over the weekend. My old Sierra cohort and screenwriting partner Mack crashed on our sofa for the weekend, and generally made his monkeyboy self useful. We had the OA wrap party/screening on Saturday, and despite some "live theater", it was a big success. And let me just say that Sally makes the best carrot sheet cake in the history of carrot sheet cake. Afterward, I picked up the kids from Norwescon (which they attended with Gav & Michelle), and we met Sam's folks for dinner at Elliott Bay. Came home and crashed out at 9:30PM.
Easter Sunday was spent at Sam's brother's house up in Kirkland with Sam's folks once again. Lovely brunch, lovely peoples, lovely home. Headed back and hosted a visit from Beth & Chris, which was really fun. Hans joined us and we took the whole group down to Pegasus for dinner. Then back to the homestead for a marathon geekfest of Amazing Screw-On Head, The Specials and Free Enterprise.
I thought Monday would be more relaxing, but no. Lots of catch-up work, followed by dinner at the Swell with Hans, Ron, Mike, Allan & Theresa. Followed by Hans arriving at the house later, and us watching Clerks II and a couple episodes of Extras.
Between the beer, the food and the running around, I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been backed over by Truckasaurus. Kayleigh was feeling under the weather as well. So it's been a sedate recovery day full of vitamin C, rest and me watching the first disc of The Shield season 5.
Not a total loss. ;)
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Ordinary Nitpicks
Productive day! Had a dynamite cardio workout at the gym. Finally got out to the storage unit and grabbed a few boxes of Red Dwarf RPG to send to the consolidator, paid the storage bill. Grabbed dinner at the deli and a sale copy of Flushed Away at Target. We recently got it in our Netflix batch and loved it so much I had to seek out a copy for the collection.
Because of the Aardman connection, this is easily the best Dreamworks animated film so far. Aardman can compete with Pixar characters, story and shtick. Dreamworks' efforts thus far, while some were admittedly impressive, have never been able to touch the overall quality of a Pixar animated film on the aforementioned merits of characters, story AND shtick (all at once). Plenty of adult-savvy gags too, so not just for the kids.
Received a screening copy of Natt's animated short in the mail - just in time! Dan brought over a test burn of the Ordinary Angels screening DVD, and we watched it on the projector. Looked and sounded great all big and wide on the screen, despite a few technical issues which are being addressed before the final screening burn. Also showed Dan The Amazing Screw On Head, which is brilliant, speaking of animation.
I am burning the screening DVD of the Ordinary Angels BTS Reel (behind-the-scenes = BTS) as we speak, and am looking forward to finally meeting with Jason Parker tomorrow (he had the wrong week in his planner). Checking off the to-do list... feels good.
Because of the Aardman connection, this is easily the best Dreamworks animated film so far. Aardman can compete with Pixar characters, story and shtick. Dreamworks' efforts thus far, while some were admittedly impressive, have never been able to touch the overall quality of a Pixar animated film on the aforementioned merits of characters, story AND shtick (all at once). Plenty of adult-savvy gags too, so not just for the kids.
Received a screening copy of Natt's animated short in the mail - just in time! Dan brought over a test burn of the Ordinary Angels screening DVD, and we watched it on the projector. Looked and sounded great all big and wide on the screen, despite a few technical issues which are being addressed before the final screening burn. Also showed Dan The Amazing Screw On Head, which is brilliant, speaking of animation.
I am burning the screening DVD of the Ordinary Angels BTS Reel (behind-the-scenes = BTS) as we speak, and am looking forward to finally meeting with Jason Parker tomorrow (he had the wrong week in his planner). Checking off the to-do list... feels good.
Monday, April 02, 2007
April Fool, Not.
Really good day yesterday.
Let's back up. Saturday was mostly spent in Dan's editing suite working on the the audio mix for Ordinary Angels. He has the added stress of just having moved into his new apartment just last week, so it was really incredible to have his dedication on this "final" mix. We will have a test burn of the screening DVD to watch on the projector here at home on Wednesday, and any last tweaks can be done between then and Friday. Next Saturday is the wrap party & screening, and although I'm nervous as hell, I'm also VERY excited to see this finally come together... right now... over me. Sorry for the Beatles ref, but I hit the sack at 9:30 last night so I'm up with the dawn and a bit unrestrained in terms of my brainal workings.
Brainal. I'm serious. Look it up.
Aaaaanyway, Kayleigh came with me and filled her time working on her history report while Dan & I edited. Then we came home about 6PM, had just enough time to grab a bite and change clothes, and then we were off to see Muriel's production of True West at Youngstown. This did not look like a directorial debut. Brava, Muriel! Caleb and Shandalla were at the show, along with Conor and some other Twelfth Night folks, so it was cool to catch up. Soon they will be seeing a lot more of each other when they take on Oklahoma this summer.
Caleb & Shandalla came back to the house afterward, and we got to have some drinks and actually socialize. Nothing work-related, nothing businessy, just a few friends chatting - love that. And now that Caleb's off in Bellingham at WWU, I don't get to see him as often, so it was really really cool.
Sunday began as always with coffee at the bookstore with Ron. Then Gavin & Michelle arrived (in their new '06 Kia Spectra, which now means all three siblings are driving recent-model Kias), picked up the kids and the dog and whisked them away to their bi-weekly boardgame gathering at a friend's home, which left me with about 8 hours of potential alone time...
...so of course I went to the Qwest Event Center and hung out with Steve & JD and my comic publishing buddies for the second day of Emerald City Comicon. My spies within the ECC organization didn't know I was coming, so I went ahead and bought a ticket from a very attractive brunette (what's up, attractive brunette?), rather than trying to weasel into the show with my production badge from OA. Steve, JD and Brian Beardsley were given prime table space along one of two major causeways this year, and attendance was booming (guess it's good to know the guys who run the con). All day long we sat directly across from Peter "Chewbacca" Mayhew, who is a very slender, very tall man - albeit walking a bit creakily now. Margot Kidder had been there on Saturday (stationed next to Mayhew), but was absent Sunday when I was there.
Next to THEM was a booth with three of the major players from Farscape: Gigi Edgley, Wayne Pygram and Lani Tupu. Edgley is a teeny sprite of a woman (her IMDB listing says she's 5'7", but she sure doesn't look it) - and VERY cute. Like, stick her in your pocket (and while you're down there...) cute.
Had a blast hanging out with Da Bros. Chatted at length with Brian "Boom Boom" Meredith, comic book IP powerhouse and one of the founders of ECC, and made a tentative deal to shoot TWO commercial spots: one for ECC as they move into the Washington State Convention Center next year, and one for The Comic Stop, the shop Brian runs.
Mike Oeming was there, all five-foot-nothin' of him, giving his standard arm wrestle challenge. $10 buys you a sit-down with Oeming, and you throw down. If he wins, you get a signed copy of his $10 con sketchbook - so you're not out anything. If YOU win, you get a page of original comic art. So it's really a win-win for the challenger, and Oeming usually benefits the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund with portions of his winnings. Well, some of you know JD is not only a comic artist but a fellow workoutaholic like Oeming, and at one point JD had one of the con staff offer to sponsor him if he'd wrestle Oeming. Sooooo glad I brought the camera!
So after Oeming beat a big Polynesian dude and made a show of getting owned by a female artist, JD got pushed through the crowd. Oeming saw him and cringed, "Awww Jeezus!", which was worth the price of the day's admission. Oeming then demanded "left!", and JD agreed, knowing that his left was his better arm for the job anyway. They squared off, and JD lasted longer than any of Oeming's other opponents. At one point, dudes behind Oeming started shouting, "SPARTA! SPARTA!", and JD took the cue to give Oeming a gutteral warcry - which only phased him for a moment. Oeming mimed turning his baseball cap around backwards, and closed the deal. It was by far the most entertaining bit of the day (and much better than when JD was accosted by Special Man at a show a few years back). Anyway, I will link to the video clip once I have it uploaded to YouTube. [UPDATE: HERE IT IS.]
Steve, JD, Beardsley (joined by his wife and stepson) and I all went to a very crowded Red Robin for dinner, and after a beer and a chicken burger, I hit the road home. Arrived just in time to do a quick CoH mission before Gavin dropped the kids home and by then it was time to head to bed.
Good weekend. Lots of fun, lots of interactions - business and friends both.
Let's back up. Saturday was mostly spent in Dan's editing suite working on the the audio mix for Ordinary Angels. He has the added stress of just having moved into his new apartment just last week, so it was really incredible to have his dedication on this "final" mix. We will have a test burn of the screening DVD to watch on the projector here at home on Wednesday, and any last tweaks can be done between then and Friday. Next Saturday is the wrap party & screening, and although I'm nervous as hell, I'm also VERY excited to see this finally come together... right now... over me. Sorry for the Beatles ref, but I hit the sack at 9:30 last night so I'm up with the dawn and a bit unrestrained in terms of my brainal workings.
Brainal. I'm serious. Look it up.
Aaaaanyway, Kayleigh came with me and filled her time working on her history report while Dan & I edited. Then we came home about 6PM, had just enough time to grab a bite and change clothes, and then we were off to see Muriel's production of True West at Youngstown. This did not look like a directorial debut. Brava, Muriel! Caleb and Shandalla were at the show, along with Conor and some other Twelfth Night folks, so it was cool to catch up. Soon they will be seeing a lot more of each other when they take on Oklahoma this summer.
Caleb & Shandalla came back to the house afterward, and we got to have some drinks and actually socialize. Nothing work-related, nothing businessy, just a few friends chatting - love that. And now that Caleb's off in Bellingham at WWU, I don't get to see him as often, so it was really really cool.
Sunday began as always with coffee at the bookstore with Ron. Then Gavin & Michelle arrived (in their new '06 Kia Spectra, which now means all three siblings are driving recent-model Kias), picked up the kids and the dog and whisked them away to their bi-weekly boardgame gathering at a friend's home, which left me with about 8 hours of potential alone time...
...so of course I went to the Qwest Event Center and hung out with Steve & JD and my comic publishing buddies for the second day of Emerald City Comicon. My spies within the ECC organization didn't know I was coming, so I went ahead and bought a ticket from a very attractive brunette (what's up, attractive brunette?), rather than trying to weasel into the show with my production badge from OA. Steve, JD and Brian Beardsley were given prime table space along one of two major causeways this year, and attendance was booming (guess it's good to know the guys who run the con). All day long we sat directly across from Peter "Chewbacca" Mayhew, who is a very slender, very tall man - albeit walking a bit creakily now. Margot Kidder had been there on Saturday (stationed next to Mayhew), but was absent Sunday when I was there.
Next to THEM was a booth with three of the major players from Farscape: Gigi Edgley, Wayne Pygram and Lani Tupu. Edgley is a teeny sprite of a woman (her IMDB listing says she's 5'7", but she sure doesn't look it) - and VERY cute. Like, stick her in your pocket (and while you're down there...) cute.
Had a blast hanging out with Da Bros. Chatted at length with Brian "Boom Boom" Meredith, comic book IP powerhouse and one of the founders of ECC, and made a tentative deal to shoot TWO commercial spots: one for ECC as they move into the Washington State Convention Center next year, and one for The Comic Stop, the shop Brian runs.
Mike Oeming was there, all five-foot-nothin' of him, giving his standard arm wrestle challenge. $10 buys you a sit-down with Oeming, and you throw down. If he wins, you get a signed copy of his $10 con sketchbook - so you're not out anything. If YOU win, you get a page of original comic art. So it's really a win-win for the challenger, and Oeming usually benefits the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund with portions of his winnings. Well, some of you know JD is not only a comic artist but a fellow workoutaholic like Oeming, and at one point JD had one of the con staff offer to sponsor him if he'd wrestle Oeming. Sooooo glad I brought the camera!
So after Oeming beat a big Polynesian dude and made a show of getting owned by a female artist, JD got pushed through the crowd. Oeming saw him and cringed, "Awww Jeezus!", which was worth the price of the day's admission. Oeming then demanded "left!", and JD agreed, knowing that his left was his better arm for the job anyway. They squared off, and JD lasted longer than any of Oeming's other opponents. At one point, dudes behind Oeming started shouting, "SPARTA! SPARTA!", and JD took the cue to give Oeming a gutteral warcry - which only phased him for a moment. Oeming mimed turning his baseball cap around backwards, and closed the deal. It was by far the most entertaining bit of the day (and much better than when JD was accosted by Special Man at a show a few years back). Anyway, I will link to the video clip once I have it uploaded to YouTube. [UPDATE: HERE IT IS.]
Steve, JD, Beardsley (joined by his wife and stepson) and I all went to a very crowded Red Robin for dinner, and after a beer and a chicken burger, I hit the road home. Arrived just in time to do a quick CoH mission before Gavin dropped the kids home and by then it was time to head to bed.
Good weekend. Lots of fun, lots of interactions - business and friends both.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Whew!
This last week has been a blur. Looking at my Outlook calendar, I see at least one meeting every weekday, some on weekends, and several projects being juggled simultaneously. The upside is that it's all stuff I want to be doing... well, mostly.
The stuff I have to do is a bit less fun. Like re-enroll Tyler in Seattle Public Schools, then immediately appeal the automatic placement back at his former school. Or get my tax info together. Or get my health insurance sorted out. Bleh. Gotta do it, but... Bleh.
We're now a week away from the Ordinary Angels wrap party & screening. Going to the editor's new place on Saturday to do a final mix of the dialogue and music. Was supposed to go out to dinner with Sarah, but that seems to have fallen through, so I will go to Muriel's production of True West instead, and that will free up Sunday afternoon to make an appearance at the Emerald City ComiCon. I wish I had OA movie posters ready, but we haven't finalized the D Constructed corporate ID stuff yet.
Had coffee with my co-producer Darlene this morning, supposed to meet with Jason Parker this afternoon to go over a horn part for the And Tears Fell CD, then tonight is Gilda's Club. Tomorrow I get to take Tyler to the doc's for a med check. He's on a very small dose right now, but I totally know when he misses one. Tyler got a hamster last weekend, the lovely and talented Wolfgang Amadeus Hamster. He is pretty focused around the little guy. It's good to see.
Must be off - grab some lunch before my afternoon meeting. Will check in after the weekend.
The stuff I have to do is a bit less fun. Like re-enroll Tyler in Seattle Public Schools, then immediately appeal the automatic placement back at his former school. Or get my tax info together. Or get my health insurance sorted out. Bleh. Gotta do it, but... Bleh.
We're now a week away from the Ordinary Angels wrap party & screening. Going to the editor's new place on Saturday to do a final mix of the dialogue and music. Was supposed to go out to dinner with Sarah, but that seems to have fallen through, so I will go to Muriel's production of True West instead, and that will free up Sunday afternoon to make an appearance at the Emerald City ComiCon. I wish I had OA movie posters ready, but we haven't finalized the D Constructed corporate ID stuff yet.
Had coffee with my co-producer Darlene this morning, supposed to meet with Jason Parker this afternoon to go over a horn part for the And Tears Fell CD, then tonight is Gilda's Club. Tomorrow I get to take Tyler to the doc's for a med check. He's on a very small dose right now, but I totally know when he misses one. Tyler got a hamster last weekend, the lovely and talented Wolfgang Amadeus Hamster. He is pretty focused around the little guy. It's good to see.
Must be off - grab some lunch before my afternoon meeting. Will check in after the weekend.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Busy Bee
Sorry for the days sans posting, but I've been finishing up the film and fininshing up the CD art for Full Life Crisis, as well as getting Tyler re-enrolled in school and getting our health insurance sorted out. And getting my taxes together. And starting a new media company.
You know, nothing much.
In other news, I got back to the gym today and had a great 1-hour cardio workout. Yay, me. I started feeling the "settle" again, and decided to head it off at the pass. I feel so much better when I'm getting exercise - with such a sedentary job, a good sweat does wonders. And the body remembers... after a week of this, I will tighten right back up again. And the ol' endorphins have kicked in and despite an achy ribcage I have a ton more energy today.
Gotta get down to the storage unit to grab 3 cases of Red Dwarf RPG to ship to my distributor in CA. Which reminds me - I have to do the Q4 royalty report too. Get in line. Hmmm. Anyone wanna buy a used publishing company? ;)
You know, nothing much.
In other news, I got back to the gym today and had a great 1-hour cardio workout. Yay, me. I started feeling the "settle" again, and decided to head it off at the pass. I feel so much better when I'm getting exercise - with such a sedentary job, a good sweat does wonders. And the body remembers... after a week of this, I will tighten right back up again. And the ol' endorphins have kicked in and despite an achy ribcage I have a ton more energy today.
Gotta get down to the storage unit to grab 3 cases of Red Dwarf RPG to ship to my distributor in CA. Which reminds me - I have to do the Q4 royalty report too. Get in line. Hmmm. Anyone wanna buy a used publishing company? ;)
Thursday, March 15, 2007
This is Gonna Hurt Like Hell
Wow - this takes me back. I was watching a mediocre documentary on the marvelous Sarah McLachlan and was reminded of when she kicked off the US leg of her Fumbling Towards Ecstacy tour at the student center at Western Washington University in Bellingham. Sam was extremely pregnant with Tyler and the concert promoters very generously let her sit on a comfy sofa on the side near the front of the stage. Lucky us (hey - I'm the dad - I get to sit too, cause I'm like, with the band- I mean, the pregnant woman).
She actually got everyone in the packed auditorium to sit on the floor so that everyone could see.
Trite as it is, Sarah McLachlan provided much of the soundtrack to my relationship with Sam as we started married life, moved to a new state and raised a family. She'd been one of precious few vocal influences when Sam was singing with And Tears Fell, and we always felt like we'd been in on a really cool secret because we'd been fans since the first album.
Anyway, this song resonates with me, for pretty obvious reasons.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Have You Ever...
From Ali's & Lisa's blogs... my 150 in red
1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink - My friends were the only ones in the pub at the time
2. Swam with dolphins - only at a distance... been much closer to otters, stingrays, baracudas and sharks
3. Climbed a mountain
4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
5. Been inside the Great Pyramid
6. Held a tarantula - our Boss Game Studios office mascot, Kirby
7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone you love
8. Said "I love you" and meant it - If I say it, I always mean it...
9. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris - why Paris specifically??
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea - been in the middle of one, at the helm... pretty effin' scary
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg - it was a glacier, but yeah
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper - often
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne - often
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger - about a year ago, the night after our fire... can you say "insecure"??
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster - grew up going to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk and Great America
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day - British and Australian, both as acting exercises
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer - only TWO??
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country - no, but got drunk with strangers in a foreign country, and might've danced, but can't recall
44. Watched wild whales - California grays, orcas and minkes
45. Stolen a sign - I didn't steal it, but I am in possession of a sign that may or may not have been procured by a friend as a wedding gift
46. Backpacked in Europe - rode in a backpack through Europe as a wee lad
47. Taken a road-trip - SCA member for a decade... road trips galore!
48. Gone rock climbing - Pinnacles National Park
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland - honeymoon
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow - cousins had a dairy farm
56. Alphabetized your CDs - it never lasts... now I group by genre
57. Pretended to be a superhero - as a kid, I had two alter-egos: Rainbowman and Dart-Man! Evildoers, beware!
58. Sung karaoke - Just Like Heaven by The Cure
59. Lounged around in bed all day - in the golden days before children blessed our lives
60. Posed nude in front of strangers
61. Gone scuba diving - former NAUI certified skindiver (i.e. everything but the tanks)
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business - since age 14, I have been involved in at least a dozen start-ups
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken - is that even possible??
69. Toured ancient sites - American Southwest, UK, Ireland, Greece
70. Taken a martial arts class - Heian Karate, back in Santa Cruz
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight - 6 hours?? Pussies. We did marathons throughout high school and college that went 12 or 14 hours in a stretch, totalling 24-36 hours in a single weekend... and I can say it proudly, knowing I was still getting laid (in fact, Sam was often in the game group) - and D&D is soooo junior high... we'd moved on to Cyberpunk, Call of Cthulhu and Star Wars by then
72. Gotten married - you know it... best day of my life (aside from being there when my kids were born)
73. Been in a movie - several
74. Crashed a party - and they were all the better for it
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice - the gondolas in Venice are a friggin rip off... water taxis and water buses are the way to go
80. Gotten a tattoo - Samantha's winged heart icon, right calf; India ink pen dot, left thumb (long story)
81. Rafted the Snake River - not the Snake, but the American, Colorado, Stanislaus, and Rogue.
82. Been on television news programs as an expert
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage - holy Jeebus, yeah
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music - again, holy Jeebus, yeah
87. Eaten shark - tacos pescados on the wharf in Ensenada
88. Eaten fugu (pufferfish) - that's just crazy
89. Had a one-night stand - it was a one-day stand, but yeah...
90. Gone to Thailand
91. Bought a house - same one I'm living in now
92. Been in a combat zone - no, but I live 3 blocks from White Center (unincorporated King County, whose major exports are heroin, crack, $2 blowjobs and murder)
93. Buried one/both of your parents - scattered my dad off Santa Cruz, CA
94. Been on a cruise ship - Alaska, 1999
95. Spoken more than one language fluently - first spoken language was German, but my fluency has declined terribly... wie schade
96. Performed in Rocky Horror Picture Show
97. Raised children - still a work-in-progress... check back with me in ten years
98. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over - Seattle, 1991... a decision we never regretted (and I still don't regret)
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge - used to cut school and drive up to San Francisco... that was a good day
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking - in fact, I cranked the window down and gave the snooty bitch a free concert
103. Had plastic surgery - cyst removal, right shoulder... and of course, the then-common infant male cosmetic surgery (but I didn't have a say in that)
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived - about age 2, went head-on into my grandfather's windshield (don't hold a toddler on your lap, people!), put a huge spiderweb into it, should have done terrible damage to the poor noggin, yet didn't even break the skin (but might explain some other things); age 14, hit-and-run while riding my 10-speed bike (by a woman in a Mercedes - to this day I will not drive one), threw me out into oncoming traffic; about age 14, riding with both siblings with my dad in his MG (don't cram 3 kids into a 2-seater sportscar, people!), hit passenger-side by a speeding cadillac, threw our car into the air to land on the sidewalk almost 360-degrees, miraculously no injuries; age 21, on the way back from Mexico, rear-ended on the freeway by an ex-con doing over 90 mph in a "borrowed" car with no insurance... we could have easily been flipped into the neighboring lanes, but Randy is an awesome driver and recovered quickly - then we chased him down and made him wait for the cops (how about that adrenalin??)
105. Written articles for a large publication - "large publications" in the game industry, sure
106. Lost over 100 pounds (45.5 kilograms)
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback - held Samantha when she was having a bad shroom trip
108. Piloted an airplane - my cousin's Cessna, for about 5 mins
109. Petted a stingray - up close and personal, Virgin Islands
110. Broken someone's heart - not my best day ever
111. Ridden a bike - I grew up in 1970s & '80s suburbia... remember the kids in E.T.?? That was us!
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone - finger & toe fractures only, nothing major
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol - all of the above
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild - many varieties eaten with meals at B&Bs all over the UK, plus some psilocybin in high school
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had surgery - impacted wisdom teeth, subdermal cyst removal, hernia repair
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states - wow, I guess so!
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days - rafting on the American
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Petted a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad and the Odyssey
135. Selected one important author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating - just fish, nothing with legs
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language - used to work landscaping with Mexican day laborers
139. Been elected to public office - don't think VP of the high school Thespian Club counts somehow
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care - readers of this blog sure know the answer to this
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ - in college, some friends and I were collectively known as the Music Fascists
148. Shaved your head - almost... pinfeather marine buzzcut for South Pacific
149. Caused a car accident - driving a delivery truck I couldn't see out of (no injuries, thankfully)
150. Saved someone's life - stopped a horse from trampling a kid at summer camp; treated a woman for shock at the scene of a remote car accident in the Oregon mountains
1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink - My friends were the only ones in the pub at the time
2. Swam with dolphins - only at a distance... been much closer to otters, stingrays, baracudas and sharks
3. Climbed a mountain
4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
5. Been inside the Great Pyramid
6. Held a tarantula - our Boss Game Studios office mascot, Kirby
7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone you love
8. Said "I love you" and meant it - If I say it, I always mean it...
9. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris - why Paris specifically??
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea - been in the middle of one, at the helm... pretty effin' scary
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg - it was a glacier, but yeah
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper - often
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne - often
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger - about a year ago, the night after our fire... can you say "insecure"??
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster - grew up going to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk and Great America
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day - British and Australian, both as acting exercises
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer - only TWO??
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country - no, but got drunk with strangers in a foreign country, and might've danced, but can't recall
44. Watched wild whales - California grays, orcas and minkes
45. Stolen a sign - I didn't steal it, but I am in possession of a sign that may or may not have been procured by a friend as a wedding gift
46. Backpacked in Europe - rode in a backpack through Europe as a wee lad
47. Taken a road-trip - SCA member for a decade... road trips galore!
48. Gone rock climbing - Pinnacles National Park
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland - honeymoon
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow - cousins had a dairy farm
56. Alphabetized your CDs - it never lasts... now I group by genre
57. Pretended to be a superhero - as a kid, I had two alter-egos: Rainbowman and Dart-Man! Evildoers, beware!
58. Sung karaoke - Just Like Heaven by The Cure
59. Lounged around in bed all day - in the golden days before children blessed our lives
60. Posed nude in front of strangers
61. Gone scuba diving - former NAUI certified skindiver (i.e. everything but the tanks)
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business - since age 14, I have been involved in at least a dozen start-ups
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken - is that even possible??
69. Toured ancient sites - American Southwest, UK, Ireland, Greece
70. Taken a martial arts class - Heian Karate, back in Santa Cruz
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight - 6 hours?? Pussies. We did marathons throughout high school and college that went 12 or 14 hours in a stretch, totalling 24-36 hours in a single weekend... and I can say it proudly, knowing I was still getting laid (in fact, Sam was often in the game group) - and D&D is soooo junior high... we'd moved on to Cyberpunk, Call of Cthulhu and Star Wars by then
72. Gotten married - you know it... best day of my life (aside from being there when my kids were born)
73. Been in a movie - several
74. Crashed a party - and they were all the better for it
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice - the gondolas in Venice are a friggin rip off... water taxis and water buses are the way to go
80. Gotten a tattoo - Samantha's winged heart icon, right calf; India ink pen dot, left thumb (long story)
81. Rafted the Snake River - not the Snake, but the American, Colorado, Stanislaus, and Rogue.
82. Been on television news programs as an expert
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage - holy Jeebus, yeah
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music - again, holy Jeebus, yeah
87. Eaten shark - tacos pescados on the wharf in Ensenada
88. Eaten fugu (pufferfish) - that's just crazy
89. Had a one-night stand - it was a one-day stand, but yeah...
90. Gone to Thailand
91. Bought a house - same one I'm living in now
92. Been in a combat zone - no, but I live 3 blocks from White Center (unincorporated King County, whose major exports are heroin, crack, $2 blowjobs and murder)
93. Buried one/both of your parents - scattered my dad off Santa Cruz, CA
94. Been on a cruise ship - Alaska, 1999
95. Spoken more than one language fluently - first spoken language was German, but my fluency has declined terribly... wie schade
96. Performed in Rocky Horror Picture Show
97. Raised children - still a work-in-progress... check back with me in ten years
98. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over - Seattle, 1991... a decision we never regretted (and I still don't regret)
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge - used to cut school and drive up to San Francisco... that was a good day
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking - in fact, I cranked the window down and gave the snooty bitch a free concert
103. Had plastic surgery - cyst removal, right shoulder... and of course, the then-common infant male cosmetic surgery (but I didn't have a say in that)
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived - about age 2, went head-on into my grandfather's windshield (don't hold a toddler on your lap, people!), put a huge spiderweb into it, should have done terrible damage to the poor noggin, yet didn't even break the skin (but might explain some other things); age 14, hit-and-run while riding my 10-speed bike (by a woman in a Mercedes - to this day I will not drive one), threw me out into oncoming traffic; about age 14, riding with both siblings with my dad in his MG (don't cram 3 kids into a 2-seater sportscar, people!), hit passenger-side by a speeding cadillac, threw our car into the air to land on the sidewalk almost 360-degrees, miraculously no injuries; age 21, on the way back from Mexico, rear-ended on the freeway by an ex-con doing over 90 mph in a "borrowed" car with no insurance... we could have easily been flipped into the neighboring lanes, but Randy is an awesome driver and recovered quickly - then we chased him down and made him wait for the cops (how about that adrenalin??)
105. Written articles for a large publication - "large publications" in the game industry, sure
106. Lost over 100 pounds (45.5 kilograms)
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback - held Samantha when she was having a bad shroom trip
108. Piloted an airplane - my cousin's Cessna, for about 5 mins
109. Petted a stingray - up close and personal, Virgin Islands
110. Broken someone's heart - not my best day ever
111. Ridden a bike - I grew up in 1970s & '80s suburbia... remember the kids in E.T.?? That was us!
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone - finger & toe fractures only, nothing major
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol - all of the above
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild - many varieties eaten with meals at B&Bs all over the UK, plus some psilocybin in high school
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had surgery - impacted wisdom teeth, subdermal cyst removal, hernia repair
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states - wow, I guess so!
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days - rafting on the American
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Petted a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad and the Odyssey
135. Selected one important author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating - just fish, nothing with legs
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language - used to work landscaping with Mexican day laborers
139. Been elected to public office - don't think VP of the high school Thespian Club counts somehow
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care - readers of this blog sure know the answer to this
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ - in college, some friends and I were collectively known as the Music Fascists
148. Shaved your head - almost... pinfeather marine buzzcut for South Pacific
149. Caused a car accident - driving a delivery truck I couldn't see out of (no injuries, thankfully)
150. Saved someone's life - stopped a horse from trampling a kid at summer camp; treated a woman for shock at the scene of a remote car accident in the Oregon mountains
Future Echoes
Today's title comes from the immortal Red Dwarf television show. The episode in question deals with the crew encountering visions of themselves in projected future events. Which is pretty much what life has been like for the past week. I don't know whether it's the lack of sleep or the mad juggling act I'm performing 24/7, but I have been experiencing a lot of what can only be described as reverse deja vu. Everyone has experienced deja vu - that feeling you've been there and seen/heard/felt/said that before. This feeling, on the other hand, is distinctly precognitive in nature. A weird feeling like, "I know X, Y and Z is going to happen like so..." and within a day or so, it does. The last time I experienced this phenomenon was shortly after my grandfather died, but it was in the form of lucid dreaming. In this case, I'm fully awake and just kind of suddenly aware of the short-term future. Weird.I guess my perception of the temporal stream has shifted during the past week because I've been going through more boxes. Almost all of Samantha's clothes have been parted out - some are being kept by Kayleigh, and the rest are going to the Twelfth Night costume shop or a local women's shelter. I also ran across a lot of old artwork, my high school and college newspaper comic strips, and a lot of band art and photos (including the photo of yours truly, circa 1985, from a Things Fall Apart shoot). Ticket stubs from Love And Rockets and Amnesty International tours (where we saw Sting, Peter Gabriel, U2, & Lou Reed among others).
Note: Sam & I had already been together for a year when the photo of that kid was taken. Talk about perspective.
Dan has done a phenominal job with the opening title sequence on OA. He's layered a bunch of the gritty footage I shot with Ron a few weeks ago, and combined it with a crunchy song from our old label mates, Mute Angst Envy.
The school I was trying to get Tyler into rejected his application on the grounds that they would not be able to provide what he needs. It's a safe decision. Not the right decision in my opinion, but at this point the question is moot. So it's back to the public schools - in this case, a middle school not six blocks away with high academic standards and a combined-learning curriculum that resembles college lecture/lab work. Ever onward.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Further Along
Tyler is asleep on the family room sofa, as he was up late playing DROD, the puzzle game series in which he is heard as the voice of Halph, the precocious nephew of main character Beethro. He was then up early, cooking scrambled eggs for me and a grilled cheese sandwich for his sister. The head of Tyler's intended school should be talking to his counselor at Highline Mental Health, and will hopefully render a decision as to his enrollment this coming week. He has been trying to help out a bit more around the house, as has Kayleigh - I think they feel badly about having run me ragged over the past week. We had the Bergs over for pizza and movies last night. You may recall my mention of Mike Berg, who played bass on the And Tears Fell Requiem CD. He and his wife have 2 little girls, the eldest of whom is one of Kayleigh's best friends. We watched the remastered Swiss Family Robinson, but were unable to finish Flushed Away before they had to go. Played Mike the rough mix of Devil's Lullaby from Requiem, and he's pleased as punch. If only he was as good-looking as punch... (you know I love ya, Mike!)
As I type this, the soft tones of Kayleigh's clarinet practice wafts through my office door from the living room. She has a great command of her practic music, with only the rarest squawk to be heard. I even walked in on her in mid-practice yesterday, lecturing Tyler about quarter notes and eighth notes as he looked on in awe.
She got full marks from the music teacher for last semester too. Meanwhile, she plays Samantha's old recorder (which is much like the clarinet in terms of technique), acoustic guitar, bass, and sings aloud to her i-river whenever she can. Not only do I see the natural music talent coming through, but I also see a real commitment to musical study. While I have a modicum of natural musical ability, I never had the patience or perseverance to study it properly - thus everything I have done has been without benefit of reading sheet music; it has all been by ear and memory.
Which brings us back to the Requiem CD. I just got back from Brian's studio, where we spent about an hour and a half going through each song and making a grid of what still needed to be done. I am pleased to report that most songs are actually good to go - all the elements are there. There are two tracks that require a vocal redo by Muriel, one that requires a short acoustic guitar riff, and one where we are going to strip out the drums altogether and just to a shaker & tambourine to make it more smooth and intimate (sorry Steven, but you knew that was probably gonna happen). So the project as a whole is a lot more "done" than I had thought!
Meanwhile, I showed Brian the CD package design I'd done for his band, Full Life Crisis. They are about to release their debut CD, and I offered my services in exchange for Brian's production on my project - I only hope it ends up a fair trade on Brian's part, because I have the feeling I'm getting the better deal.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Redemption
Wow. After I pried Tyler and Kayleigh apart for the second day straight, things settled down somewhat. Tyler fell asleep on the sofa last night as I watched The Illusionist (which, by the way, gets full marks from me as a very satisfying and beautifully made cinematic experience).This morning I awoke at 6:40AM to find that at some point during the night, Kayleigh had crawled into bed with me and Wiley was poking his head up over the side of the bed, looking very much like he was trying to will us awake with his incredible Doggie Psychic Powers. Within moments, Tyler arrived next to the bed, spatula in hand. "I made breakfast!" he announced.
At first I remembered the last cooking fiasco, which included forks and/or dry Hamburger Helper in the microwave, and my teeth clenched a bit. I forced myself awake, and we all trundled upstairs to find that Tyler had researched a recipe on the Interwebs and was making a stack of French toast. It was DELICIOUS, and I told him so many times over.
Got Kayleigh on the bus. Gonna get into my track pants and head to the gym while my video is rendering, then tonight is Gilda's. I lead the glamorous life.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Kids For Sale
What is it about some days and siblings?? It's like they can't possibly be in the same room together, and yet they wail and gnash their teeth if I dare separate them. Tyler was nipping at my heels all day pretty solidly, and once his sister got home, it was a one-way ticket to Crazytown. At one point, I just kicked them out of the top floor of the house - take that energy downstairs or face the Wrath of Dad. And when Dad gets serious and starts talking really quiety, you KNOW he means business.I finally got to sleep about Midnight, and was promptly awakened by Kayleigh at 4AM. Got her back to bed, and just as I was drifting off, I was awakened by the sound of Wiley scuffling about on the downstairs floor (he's usually asleep in Tyler's room at 4:30AM). Wiley being the Harbinger of Short Sticky People, I was not at all surprised to hear Tyler upstairs, banging around in the kitchen.
Some parents might go all gooshy when recalling their kids' tween years, but honestly from where I'm standing, I won't miss this phase. I don't know how other single parents do this. Sometimes it just feels like I'm totally in over my head. Add into this the whole WAVA admissions disaster and the painfully slow process of admissions at other local schools, and I'm about ready to go find those Visigoths.
I had a great coffee date with the singer of a local band on Sunday. Ordinary Angels is in the home stretch for post. We've booked the screening. D Constructed Media continues to evolve. Got the rough mix of Devil's Lullaby from Brian, including Steven's live drums. I sent it to Randy and I think it freaked him out a little. "This is weird," he said. "You've never had live drums before." Well, yeah. Live drums are gonna make it all a lot more organic sounding.
Excuse me - I'm about to be attacked by a vicious nap.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Can't Sleep
It's after 4AM and I can't sleep.
I was just drifting off at about 2 when Kayleigh came in suffering from another nightmare. In this one, I'd been electrocuted. I cuddled with her for a little bit, then put her back to bed, explaining that when someone you love dies in your dreams, it means your relationship is changing. And as my little girl will be hitting the double digits in age this year, one might say that's a pretty safe bet.
Heavy night at Gilda's too. Three new members, one of whom lost her husband to leiomyosarcoma. That made three of us in the room who'd lost someone to LMS, one of the rarest cancers of all. The nice thing about new group members is that we all get to tell our stories again. And as anyone in the counseling field knows, telling one's story is a powerful healing tool.
My stepmom finally sold Volant. That Ted Brewer-designed steel-hulled beauty was their home for almost 15 years, and took them safely from Florida up the Eastern Seaboard to Canada, through the Caribbean and across the Gulf of Mexico to South America, and had even made the journey through the Panama Canal and up the West Coast to Canada (on a Dutch transport ship) before arriving back home in Seattle. It was her home with my dad - THEIR home. So I fully support her decision to sell Volant as a means of moving forward on her journey. And I know my dad does too, wherever he is.I've recently been moving into a pretty peaceful place, emotionally. The recent grief mega-wave crashed over me and finally washed back out to sea, leaving me in a good position to move forward on my own journey. I have clarity as to where I'm at, where I'm going, and that I'm ready for something more substantial than a bunch of casual dating. The part of me that has been dormant for the last 2 years has reawakened - and although progress might be a bit tentative at first, I have no doubt the right circumstance will bring about a wonderful transformation. You're not following this at all, are you? That's okay - I'm not sure how coherent it is anyway. Suffice to say, I have a coffee date on Sunday, and I'm very much looking forward to it.
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