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Steve Martin Has to Leave

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Seeing as it is December I am going to shut this blog off.

I plan on leaving this blog as is so that it can be a record of both the trip — and the research and preparation i did to take the roadtrip down south. that part of the blog, the prep, was actually just as enjoyable an experience as the roadtrip itself. not shocking, but wanted to mention that. just sort of looking back, am coming to these realizations.

Thankful to have had the opportunity to spend time with some lovely folks along the journey — Amy and Marian and Ian et al. — as well as fellow Postcarders at Wigginstock 2012 and beyond. Also nice to spend my first Korean-American Thanksgiving in the boozum of the fam at my sister’s in Aurora.

But like Steve Martin, above, I have really enjoyed the process of blogging. I don’t want to leave. So I decided to continue at a new blog HERE, if you are interested in following along, please join me.

Happy Holidays, 2012!

Ice sculpture at Time Warner Center

Ice sculpture at Time Warner Center

drip...

drip… drip… dripping…

Erika
erika_herzog@yahoo.com

Trent Bright, R.I.P.

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so the night before i was going to leave on this roadtrip, i got some really sad news.

a recent picture of Trent (on the left) with one of his students

a former co-worker and supervisor, Trent Bright, killed himself.

Trent Barry Bright

Trent Barry Bright
1963 – 2012
We say good bye for now to Trent Barry Bright who passed away in West Bountiful, Utah October 18, 2012. Trent was born July 31, 1963 in Salt Lake City, Utah to Barry H. Bright and Donna Seely Bright. Although Trent’s life was short it was filled with laughter and music. He loved a good joke and told jokes better than anyone. He had a wry sense of humor and in every situation was the one who made everybody laugh. Trent loved good music. He had a beautiful singing voice and his family loved to hear him sing. He enjoyed listening to music of all kinds and was a talented piano player. Trent graduated from BYU with a BA in Theater Arts and belonged to the Young Ambassadors where he developed many lifelong friendships. He then obtained a Masters Degree from the University of California Irvine. Trent lived many years in New York City pursuing his dreams and acting career and felt fortunate to perform in several Off-Broadway productions. Musical Theater was in his blood and was truly his passion. He taught at the Salt Lake Academy for the Performing Arts for the 2011-2012 school year. From the time Trent was a little boy he loved animals of all kinds, from the common pets such as dogs and guinea pigs to the not so ordinary kinds of pets such as skunks and raccoons. Trent was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and fulfilled a mission to the Belgium, Brussels Mission.
Trent is survived by his Mother, Donna Seely Bright Linford (Golden), his sister Beki Alder (Mark) and brother Tai Bright (Vickie) and his nieces, Jesica, Abby, Tarisa, Kelci, Lakyn, Hannah and nephews Dannon and Zac and his dog Jackpot.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow.” We love you and will miss you dearly until we meet again. Online guest book at www.russonmortuary.com.

remembering Trent

i hadn’t kept in touch with Trent after he left Credit Suisse First Boston (as it was called back then before it became Credit Suisse), but i used to think of him often. and hoped he was happy.

last i knew he was living in the gorgeous state of Idaho, working at Fidelity.

along with what is a pretty large number of awesome and talented folks who i got to know from this job, i joined Facebook and became “friends” with Trent — but hadn’t done more than track him down on facebook and (what i regret now) superficially connect as a facebook friend, without much interaction.

Trent and i used to work an exceedingly massive amount of hours, and when we would stop by sign-out to sign our dot matrix 11″ x 17″ timesheet, we would joke about who had hit the most number of hours. i think that i only beat Trent once — at 72 hours. 72 hours is a pretty horrifying amount of hours to me now, but i was really broke and it was really busy at work and that was a different time then, when working at an investment bank was a fun, easy, very fruitful job — or at least seemed to be for our team of bright, extremely computer proficient and detail oriented word processors. the bankers were working 24/7, and there was a large group of us supporting them, working along side them…

this was pre-9/11, when our boss was Viki Touchberry.

post-9/11 in new york, and after Viki so sadly died from cancer, at some point Trent became the supervisor of our motley group. which was weird because he had this super dry sense of humor and would say things that would make me laugh, but with a bit of an ouch of truth. i still remember that twinkle in his eye, and his laugh.

anyway, i was driving all day yesterday, and got sort of choked up a few times thinking about Trent. thinking about how he was too young, how suicide is an act that reverberates in really wide-reaching ways. how it’s a tragedy and is avoidable, but is often seen as the only choice by many people.

i was going to keep a journal of the music i was listening to on this trip, with pictures of food. i sort of failed at that on day one. not sure if i will go back and reconstruct day one or not or just try again on day two.

i drove out of new york city into new jersey listening to Chris Knight‘s new record, Little Victories.

i listened to that for a lot of miles.

but then as it got later in the afternoon and the sun was setting, and i started thinking about Trent more, i picked out a CD from the hodge podge i have left from having all my stuff in storage. surprising, because this is an older CD. but one that i think really suits when having all these emotions about Trent taking his life so young, way too soon. so sad.

Elliott Smith: Waltz #2 from XO

Elloitt Smith also died too young. was also talented and smart like Trent. i’m just so sad right now.

to be blunt: it sort of sucks.

Trent’s memorial wall

there’s a wall set up on Facebook where people posted lots of pictures and memories of Trent. it’s called Trent’s Page.

scaffolding, moses and i’m sorry

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week 3 and counting

since the recent changes, i have had the pleasure of going out and about in new york a heck of a lot more than before. it has been a real blessing to rediscover the joys of new york city living. taking the subway to places i don’t know very well (brooklyn!). exploring nooks and crannies of manhattan. reaching out to friends and actually hanging out. shocker!

Tatzu Nishi: Discovering Columbus

it felt like i was in a rat-in-a-cage / stuck-in-a-rut living mode during the last few years especially. working really hard and a lot of hours and getting my master’s degree in library science. which i rushed through despite all the (20/20 hindsight) guidance of smart people saying to go through slowly if possible.

The New York State Supreme Court Building, at 360 Adams Street on Cadman Plaza, was built by Shreve, Lamb & Harmon in 1957.

not to ahem judge…

Moses

well maybe.

but hopefully with a little beneficent compassion….

help me rhonda

so here i am, at a literal and figurative crossroads. this roadtrip demarcates this shift beautifully. i am looking forward to it even more than before.

I’M SORRY
BASTARD

the first week i felt pretty positive about things.

the second week i just totally freaked. felt really discouraged, stressed, couldn’t seem to get any relief from the self-created pressure of trying to put my new life together, stat!

the third week, this weekend, i made a decision as it began to get my foot off my neck….

You want to get your foot off my neck! [i don’t even need someone else to do this to me, can do it to myself!]
Homosassa Springs Wildlife State Park, Homosassa, FL.

and with that sound advice from a good friend, that’s exactly what i am doing.

and so it is resolved…

i am going to enjoy this month of October and my road trip to the fullest of my abilities.

i am not going to go crazy with the spending but i am going to have fun.

i have been working for 15 years straight: This is my time to say goodbye to that era and welcome what my future holds.

not to natter on and on about this stuff, just wanted to mention it as the framework for this southern road trip. which i am grateful for and excited for and can’t believe that in a week i will definitely be on the way…

Ch-ch-changes

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a bit of a hiccup in plans but as far as i know right now i am still on track to take my fall 2012 roadtrip. i think it may be more important than ever for me to take this break, hang out with awesome folks, listen to great live music, eat some down home food, and have a bit of driving time to process everything.

 

when one door closes another door opens and all that.

and this one is making me laugh a lot today…

of that which is an alter

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HuntingCow.cyberthugs.com – Server on the bottom

i have been on Postcard for a long freaking time. before 9/11. i think maybe even before i worked at the job i have now. like i said a long freaking time.

the mailing list has had its ups and downs. pre-gmail it was much harder to read, of course, without threaded conversations. you had to read individual emails or subscribe via digest. and traffic could be really heavy. sometimes 700 emails a day. and i think about 1,500 people (or more) subscribed.

but despite the practicalities of how and where it was read, there was a constant flow of opinions, heartfelt appreciation of music, and a freakishly awesome sweet spot of an online community, whatever and however that was defined at a particular place and time. that was what made Postcard such a special place.

at its heyday, before the dilution by facebook, twitter, and blogs, Postcard felt like a really raucous corner of the internet where folks would fight like cats and dogs, opine about the best beer or food, post jazzed up, breathless reviews of live shows they had just seen, and generally run amok.

there would be get togethers in real life, like at SXSW or at shows in Chicago, Austin, San Francisco, New York, Seattle, etc.

SXSW 2008: Postcard Dinner at Serrano’s

there were always alters, where people would subscribe under an alias / alter ego and try to be funny or sometimes lurk.

lately there has been one alter that i had no idea who it was, a person who used theflinthillspecials@gmail.com as their moniker but never signed their name. i think they have me blocked or just ignore when i have asked in the past who the heck this was.

so i think it’s Jeff Moore from Flint Hill Specials. formerly from National Grain.

blocking people on Postcard has been a pretty common thing forever. if i could be bothered i would probably block a few people like Lane “Lc.” Campbell and Wilko. but i have always felt like it was good to take the bitter with the sweet.

maybe because it’s Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year but taking the bitter with the sweet is sort of how i see life.

this picture from a blog called Roz’s Scrumptious Recipes shows what i am talking about:

Description from Roz’s blog:
Charoset (pronounced in Yiddish as khah- ROH-sees) is eaten as a symbol of mortar that the Jewish slaves used in building cities in ancient Egypt. Its sweetness is a symbol of freedom. It is spread on a matzo, the bread of affliction the Jews baked in a hurry to escape the Pharaoh’s army.
A spoonful of horseradish, known as maror, is spread on top of the Charoset to remind us of the bitterness of slavery. This is known as a Hillel sandwich, (after the great rabbi Hillel), and is served as a symbol of hope.

the combination of apples and nuts and honey in the Charoset and the kick of horseradish aka maror on matzoh from Passover (a different Jewish holiday at a different time of year), that to me is taking the bitter with the sweet. as a Jew maybe it’s just a part of me, this affinity for the bitter and the sweet.

so as i get older maybe it’s all about the balance of the bitter and the sweet in life. i know that things seem to be reduced to their base essence anymore. the small stuff doesn’t matter as much as it did when i was younger and fighting every goddamned thing. now i just want a little peace and quiet and clarity.

anyway, i didn’t know where this post was going. just knew i hadn’t posted in a few days, have been thinking how much i am enjoying learning about the bands and sort of doing online research / blogging, and trying to figure out who these alters are.

OT: Oh Mindy

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totally off topic but this is my blog for right now so i’m going to use it how i want to….

reading yet another Mindy Kaling interview / article and ran across this quote from her that i just loved:

“My relationship with my mom is really the single most profound relationship that I’ve ever had in my life,” she tells me. “By the way, it seems like I’m … I’m just blowing my nose. It’s not because I’m sad.” She has allergies and a cold, she promises. But her voice breaks when she starts talking about how she sat down with a pen and paper and asked her mother to give her all the advice she could possibly give her before she died, and Kaling realized she’d never be able to ask her mother for advice again. “I said to her, ‘Mom, I’m going to be so lonely without you.’” She’s crying now but keeps going. “And she just said, ‘You have to be your own best friend. If you always remember that, you will always have someone there with you.’”

didn’t know she just lost her mom. so so sad. i love Mindy even more now.

and though uneven, her upcoming show will not suck.

and the version i used to listen to all the time — Barry Manilow II was a great record.