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SAT JUN 19, 1993: I remember the glee with which Sharon & Chris revealed the event they were taking me to was a Barry Manilow concert. I was a music snob and she forced me to admit he was a helluva performer. We miss you Sharon!
My grandmother, Jean wrote this note in 1993. Landline. Erin’s been my friend a long time. My grandma was more than 10 years out from the stroke that changed her life and forced her to re-learn everything, including writing. It was also the era when I’d come back to San Diego on vacation. I miss her. I disagreed with her consistently but loved her dearly.
Was looking at code. Just doing cleanup in archival directories on my website and in a file with a time stamp of August 22, 2001 — hidden in an HTML comment— here’s a copy and pasted email from my mom. I encoded an audio tape of the night before their wedding and asked how old everyone in the tape was. I sure miss you mom.
On Saturday visited the California campus of @bastyruniversity here in San Diego. They do naturopathic treatments of various kinds and had impressive array of natural ingredients in their kitchen. They had a broader range of health care modalities than I expected.
This mural by Alex “Ali” Gonzalez is one my Mom would have loved. Mom last lived in Los Angeles in 1977 but the whole of Los Angeles is imbued with her presence. Whether it was the time Chris and I drive to LA from San Diego and I got home at 3am on a school night and she was madder at me than I’d ever seen her or would ever see her be mad again. Or the times driving in the VW Beetle from Alhambra to LA County to pick up my Dad. Or being on Sunset Blvd within striking distance of my sister’s birthplace. And yesterday there was this, her favorite man singer for decades. And in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” yesterday there’s that moment where Eddie Valiant picks up a novelty sword to fight with and it’s the Singing Sword, useless save for the fact it’s a 1940s-style caricature of Frank Sinatra singing “Witchcraft.” My Mom died in 2010 but I carry her in my eyes and feelings and memories.
On a lark I went to a practice of Underwater Rugby. 1. I have not been this tired and out of breath since I cut my head on the sand bodysurfing. 2. These people are not entirely crazy. 3. I had fun and did not drown. 4. I even scored a goal thanks to some great passing in a 3 on 3 match.