fair winds and following seas, dr. phil

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Largest meat-up of UCFers: Chicon 2012 – Chicago. Dr. Phil is the GRRM look-alike on the far left. We’re a klassy group.

Many moons ago, in an internet far, far away, I was fortunate to become friends with an amazing group of people. Known as the Union of Collaborating Founders (UCF, for short), we’ve been close friends for a long time, many of us meeting in real life over the years.

Yesterday afternoon, one of our original founding members passed away. Philip Edward Kaldon – best known as Dr. Phil to everyone, long before that other Dr. Phil came along – was a physicist, sci-fi writer, professor, photographer, humorist, and all-around excellent human being. He joins his sister and fellow UCFer Wendy, who passed away nearly five years ago (and in whose memory the above meeting was arranged).

Dr. Phil is survived by his wonderful and amazing wife and companion of 32 years, Debbie. We love you, Debbie, and we are with you in spirit. He will be deeply missed by all.

Fair winds and following seas, my dear friend. This earth just won’t be the same without you.

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Photo by Al Bogdan.

“actors are agents of change…”

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As far back as I can remember, I’ve wanted to act.

I recall staying up late to watch movies on TV with my mom – GYPSY and DRACULA: PRINCE OF DARKNESS are the two that stand out in my memories (and if that doesn’t explain a hell of a lot about me, I don’t know what does). I was mesmerized by the ability of human beings like myself to create entirely new people. It thrilled me.

Of course, later I found about writers, directors, and all of the other amazing crew people who work hard to create other worlds. But that initial exposure to movies drew me to actors. I knew I wanted to do what they did. I didn’t know how, but damn it, I was going to figure it out.

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well, that explains it…

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Over the last two years, my dentist and I have been working to get my teeth in good working order. Not that they didn’t work well before, mind you. I had no problem chewing or ripping the heads off gingerbread men with my incisors. It’s just that I had a bad dentist many years ago who decided that it was best to save a wisdom tooth on my mandible and get rid of a molar on the maxilla, very close to the saved wisdom tooth, and that threw everything off, since the molar was never replaced and the wisdom tooth shifted and chipped my now unstable teeth above it.

Yeah, he wasn’t the brightest of dentists.

After many years sans dentist (because I didn’t know who to trust), in 2013 I found a good one through my boyfriend. Even better, he’s within walking distance of our place.

We’ve now got all the previously endangered teeth saved, fixed, or replaced with crowns. And now, we’re finally tackling my two upper incisors. He’s been wanting to replace those since the day we met.

See, when I around 8 or so, I was riding my bicycle down a hill, trying to catch up with a friend, and I fell off my bike, slamming my face into the concrete. I knocked all of my teeth loose, so I was given braces to help tighten my teeth. I only had to wear them for a few months, so that was of the good, but I’m not sure slamming one’s face on concrete is the best way to avoid wearing braces for several years during one’s teens (and I probably would have).

In my early 20s, when my nerve-damaged incisors broke after chewing on a pen, my then-dentist (a good one, not the bad one mentioned above – he came later) replaced them with crowns. They lasted many years, but after 20+ years, they were showing their age and the gums were looking irritated. So my current dentist recommended that they be replaced with more current dental work and after almost two years, I finally agreed. (Mainly because I have over $1,000 left in my health flexible spending account and if I don’t use it this year, I lose it).

This is all a roundabout way of saying that I started thinking about that childhood fall. And I thought about my fall last October, where I slammed my face into concrete again, receiving a rather impressing black eye in the process. And I started counting up the number of times I’ve hit my head over the years (usually through my own clumsiness).

The time as a child where I slammed into a clothesline pole left eye first when playing hide-and-seek or hit my right eye on a sink because I wasn’t paying attention (lovely bumps from those).

Or the time I got in a verbal fight with one of my brothers over who was going to take a shower first and he lost his temper and punched me in the face. (No real damage there, but apparently I screamed and fell. I remember the verbal fight and the falling. I don’t remember the punch or the screaming, but I must have screamed, because the entire family ended up looking down on me.)

There was that time when I fell off the high part of a slide when I was maybe five or six and hit – yes, you guessed it – face first in the hard dirt and cut up my mouth. And when playing volleyball or other sports during my school years, I’ve had objects accidentally hit me in the face because I just managed to move in the exact wrong direction when trying to catch or avoid these objects.

I hit a single spot on the back of my head enough times over the course of two years in the mid-Aughts that there is now a divot in that spot.

(None of this is takes into account the falls/missteps/accidents I’ve had that didn’t involve my head.)

I’m thankful that I’ve never broken a bone and that I apparently have a really, really hard head. But I’m not sure that I haven’t been affected.

My memory has always been a little shaky and it seems to be getting shakier as I get older. My ability to lay my mental hands on the appropriate vocabulary word is also getting more iffy, which is absolutely frustrating for me. I’m sure that some of that is due to age – my experiences piling up and my brain attic filling up to a precarious point where it looks like a hoarder lives in there.

But I wonder, how much of my unreliable memory, or my loss of vocabulary, is due to these head injuries?

I tell ya, it sure would explain a hell of a lot.

Armistice Day/Veterans Day

On this Veterans/Armistice/Remembrance Day, revisiting a blog entry from four years ago.

Carol Elaine Cyr

Spring Offensive

Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease
And, finding comfortable chests and knees
Carelessly slept. But many there stood still
To face the stark, blank sky beyond the ridge,
Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world.

Marvelling they stood, and watched the long grass swirled
By the May breeze, murmurous with wasp and midge,
For though the summer oozed into their veins
Like the injected drug for their bones’ pains,
Sharp on their souls hung the imminent line of grass,
Fearfully flashed the sky’s mysterious glass.

Hour after hour they ponder the warm field–
And the far valley behind, where the buttercups
Had blessed with gold their slow boots coming up,
Where even the little brambles would not yield,
But clutched and clung to them like sorrowing hands;
They breathe like trees unstirred.

Till like…

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instagram me this…

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m an Instagramming fool. Pretty much all of my photos are shared via Instagram, with cross-posting to Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter. I’m going to start cross-posting to here (or at least trying to), because I love my photos and I am not shy about them (or much of anything, for that matter).

And maybe I’ll post actual content here, once in a blue moon.

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Oh, I do make myself laugh.

oral arguments against prop. 8…

…currently happening:

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happy freedom to marry day!

Marriage Equality USA has a list of actions for folks to participate in around the country today and tomorrow.  If it’s not too late in the day, check them out!

they’ve found us out…

xkcd has discovered the awful truth of CuteFilmNerd and myself:

We do have obnoxiously cute nicknames for each other, even though I’m not much of a nickname person. He started it! Though, oddly enough, I don’t mind all that much.

However, I don’t think there would be any blood on the body of anyone unfortunate enough to overhear us. Because they’d die from a diabetic coma first. Which would be inconvenient, because body burying? Is damned hard work.

Not that I know from personal experience…

reason #954 why jon stewart is my pretend boyfriend…

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H/T to Joe Reid

*swoon*

Now if only I can get Jon to use the phrase “anti-abortion” instead of “pro-life.” I’m still working on CuteFilmNerd on that one (he’s just used to a certain phrase, which is why it’s a little difficult).