| SyFy movies... |
[Dec. 12th, 2009|06:01 pm] |
"Roll the dice, Mr. Chairman."
*Clatter*
"One and nineteen, Mr. Programming Director."
"Lets see... One... that corresponds to 'ICE' on the movie title chart... and nineteen is... Twister. Huh. Ice Tornadoes. Yeah. I can run with that." |
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| Whoa. |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|10:35 pm] |
Accomplishment. It's a funny feeling.
Tonight, I passed all of my finals and became a Certified First Responder.
In January, I start EMT and after that comes the National Registry Exam.
Crazy.
But I did it! |
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| ..... |
[Dec. 4th, 2009|12:13 am] |
Just when I feel like I'm ok. Just when I feel like I can accept things.
I realize I can't. I realize I'm kidding myself.
And I start crying again.
I feel selfish for missing you so much when I know I should have been there more or done more.
Pictures and memories keep reminding me that everything is real.
And I just feel alone. |
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| And then the clouds broke. |
[Dec. 3rd, 2009|04:26 pm] |
I've been scraping by here, since I left the one company that was run like a pack of baboons with knives.
Part time work, waiting for a shift to open up, that when it opened, went to another guy.
I just got a call. Full time work in the position I wanted, the shift opposit the one I wanted. 12-8AM, Sun-Thursday, with 12 hour sundays. 44 hours a week for now.
Full time.
Only 8.50 an hour, mind... But this translates to: Subsidized college.
Because this job is reg-required, not situation required. There MUST be a security guard here, even though there is no traffic or threat. Homeland Security required. So. We are encouraged to bring laptops, televisions, anything to keep us awake and alert.
Studying. Writing papers. Schoolwork.
Subsidized college. |
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| Well. |
[Dec. 3rd, 2009|02:25 pm] |
Had my 2nd crying jag in 25 years.
It lasted only about 45 seconds... but it was needed.
Adios Muchacho. |
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| Speculative Fiction |
[Dec. 3rd, 2009|12:24 am] |
This is the speculative fiction paper that many of you expressed an interest in. It is almost a transcription of the presentation I made that went over so well, although it can't really have the Star Trek clip in it. It's got a little more "I/me" in it and is a little less formal than a standard expository essay because our instructions were to write a manifesto.
These are the ideas that had a senior member of tenured faculty saying that she needed to bring this up at a faculty meeting and revisit the policy that speculative fiction had within the pedagogy at SFSU.
It's not due until tomorrow--I leave the house with what will be my final version at 2pm--so if anyone has any feedback they'd like to give me before then, it would be welcome.
( Don't tell anyone: I like speculative fiction. ) |
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| This, is Alex. |
[Dec. 2nd, 2009|09:10 pm] |
This is Alex Baker.
A gentleman. A raconteur. A scholar. A man of passions and a man of grace.
It will always be Alex.
As touching as the pictures of Alex at the Rabbits Warren were, they were not Alex. They were what Cancer turned Alex in to. This, is who Alex was, and how he should be remembered.
There will be no arguing this.
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| My Memory |
[Dec. 2nd, 2009|11:06 am] |
My memory of Alex is Threefold.
1: The story about JaegerMeister and the Dollar he saw out the window. This story both horrified and amused me when I first heard it. His presentation gave me insights in to how to be a better storyteller.
2: His wedding day. He looked so regal, flanked by his men, standing there in his tuxedo. He had grown a little dirt lip during his leave from the military, a thing we knew would go away when he went back on duty. I remember being astounded by his grace.
3: A long involved story from 10 years ago, in which he and I were butting heads over his lack of respect for me. "You need to give me respect." "If I gave you respect, you wouldn't value out it, boy. You want my respect, you need to earn it." It stuck with me. Became part of who I am. I set out to earn his respect. And I did.
I don't think alex was an overly religious man, but by any religions book, he was a good man.
I trust he's well in the afterlife of his choosing.
He made me this icon. |
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| Rest in Peace, Alex. |
[Dec. 1st, 2009|10:32 pm] |
I found out through Bill's facebook status update. I was in class. I immediately grabbed my phone and brought up LJ.
And the news was loud and clear.
The world had lost one of it's greats. Alex, you will be missed more than I can ever put into words. You were one of the most amazing people I'd ever met and I will cherish every memory of you that I was lucky enough to have.
My tears are only going to be temporary but my memories and love for you will live on forever.
Thank you for being one of my oldest and dearest friends and for finding a moment to wish me a happy birthday this year. That meant so much to me.
I wish I could have been there more for you in the last bit of your life but I hope you know I was with you in spirit and you were always in my thoughts.
You now have peace and are survived by an amazing, beautiful and loving wife and friend.
I will never forget you.
Goodbye Alex. Kick some ass in the afterlife like you did while you were with us. |
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