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flipinino... ;-)
[some of you haven't responded to Laura's questions yet,
so go to yesterday's weblog to check out the action...]
What the...?!? Can someone explain this to me?
http://newlearning.editthispage.com/l/
http://newlearning.editthispage.com/k/
http://newlearning.editthispage.com/q/
http://newlearning.editthispage.com/sr/
http://newlearning.editthispage.com/dfdmaestro/
http://newlearning.editthispage.com/eldila/
etc., etc.
I just stumbled on it while looking at my /stats/referers page, but can't investigate right now (11:30 am GMT-Hawaii), as my bro and I are about to leave for Lahaina, to drop off another load of household stuff. (And I won't be back until much later.)
"Flipinino" -- that's what Breeze Murphy, my very first mentee, way back in uhm, 1985-86, called me. Actually, that's what he called himself too, though he could technically only claim half of it. His mom was Filipino, his dad Irish. Owen was a character out of a James Joyce novel or something... was the most intense person I had met in America, to that point (we immigrated here in 1980). He and Breeze's mom were divorced, and he lived in East Oakland -- where no white people would dare to live. But Owen was, well, nothing if not iconoclastic. He worked in the construction trades, but his real love was acting in the theater. A most mercurial and fascinating man, I believe I got to know him even better than his son Breeze, whom I met at ATDP, and who was responsible for starting me on a life of mentoring. (A topic for a future weblog.)
One time, they invited me for dinner to their home, and I remember two distinct things from that event: walking up the narrow stairway to the upstairs part of this ancient Victorian house which was falling apart, to be met by this HUMONGOUS black and white photograph portrait of Owen, covering the wall facing the staircase. The other was the sound of gunshots from the local gang-banging drug dealers of East Oakland, resonating outside as father, son, and I had dinner and an intense wide-ranging conversation.
I wonder where Owen and Breeze are now, though. I've lost touch with them, and haven't heard from either in about 6 years. Hope they're doing well. Hmm. Net-search time... [a little later] Found it: address, but no e-mail. Breeze has a San Francisco address, Haight Street. Maybe one of these days I'll ask Trev to drop by on a weekend or something and see how ol' Breeze-o is doin'. ;-)
best "God-like" comment i've read in a while:
"How do you expect me to do something as meticulous as making rain
when I can't even design?"
-- Quad, in his weblog yesterday.
not very much writing for me today, so i'll just point to some cool, provocative, thoughtful, etc. weblogs many of you wrote over the weekend...
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