Memity Meme

[dwenius]

Leave one memory of you and me together. It doesn't matter if I know you a little, a lot, or at all, anything you remember or don't remember! Have fun. Optional meme bit: Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

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[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

Playing "Your Favorite Thing" together at ICE.BOB.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

I just picked up a guitar to see if I remembered it; took me a minute or two to find the bridge :)

[damienw]

Walking along Shoal Creek, Austin, talkin' bout Bone.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

How apt. I just got the one-big-volume "Complete Bone" instead of picking up the final three trades that I had missed. I thought he tied things up very nicely, and never lost his touch with the sudden humor.

[rwx.livejournal.com]

The two best memories I have of you are at ed and elena's wedding, and also that time when i was in a conference in san jose, and got dropped off at a train station and you just happened to be there. the conversation we had that day on the train is one that i've remembered.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

I remember being utterly surprised that the only other living soul on the train platform that particular afternoon was someone I knew.

[pobig.livejournal.com]

I remember you riffing on some catholic school teacher of yours or something at some geodesic dome raising event out at someone's place in Oakland in 1998.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

That had to be the initial fish-skeleton raising at Cleary's, wherein the tragic decision to go with paint tarps for the salmon-colored skin was made. No idea which catholic school teacher I would have been riffin on, though.

[neuraltube.livejournal.com]

That would have to be multiple compounded memories of lying on the floor at my old place on Divisadero after a dance, er, settling down and listening to the Grateful Dead.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Yep! and the endless hauling around town in the bus.

[hwrnmnbsol.livejournal.com]

Mostly I hate these memes, but this one is awesome.

August 13, 1995: HOTT.BOB. We are playing in a production of Midsummer's Night Dream; I am Oberon and you are the crowd favorite, Puck. We have a scene involving me issuing orders and being fired into personal action; I utter my final line of the scene and decide to exit by leaping over the berm into space. This works perfectly right up to the point where my foot slips upon launch; I get reasonable air but fall on my ass over the hill, not my feet. The crowd gasps in a has-he-broken-something? kind of way, and I haven't -- nothing except my pride. I sprawl on the far side the berm feeling like an idiot.

Puck utters his last few golliwog lines. Then a flailing body flings itself over the berm to join me, arms and legs windmilling furiously, accompanied by a bloodcurdling shout. As the crowd erupts into laughter, I realize that you have chosen to jump the berm in the same reckless-flinging-into-space manner that I unintentionally did. There is much applause, because there is the appearance of our exeunt methods having been intentional and coordinated, even if nobody is actually fooled. An embarrassing moment has turned into a feature -- something any great actor would be proud of.

We exchange a brief sniggering hi-5 on the back side of the berm, then scurry off to witness some other bit of amateurish-yet-enthusiastic thespifying.

For this one moment alone, I will always admire you.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It seemed like the right thing to do :)

I distinctly remember being in mid air and realizing that the opposite side of the berm sloped away rather more quickly than I anticipated when I jumped. The ground was much further away than planned. It was a full on Wile E. Coyote moment, indecisive gravity, frozen in time, holding up a small sign that says "Mother!", etc. The flailing arms and legs were my (thankfully successful) attempt to not land on my neck; "Necessity is the mother of rotation!"

[louiseroho.livejournal.com]

In your living room, I was watching you stand on the pedestal I gave you while you quoted something. I do not remember what it was you were saying because I was so thrown by your beauty.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

(blush)

[timquestionmark.livejournal.com]

"Paul, I think I am a shepherd"

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

"There are no trains of thought, only boxcars."

Also:

"Have you seen my brain?"
"It's over there, under the couch."
"Oh, good, thanks, found it."

[nancy73.livejournal.com]

Harrisonburg, VA - you coming downstairs one morning and doing your impression of Jesus Christ for me.

that's the first memory that leaps to mind, anyway. It was a very good impression, plaid boxer shorts and all.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Hm. Did I do this on request, or was this a common morning ritual in those days?

You have to realize that all memories of the year in that house are safely packed away in a box in a dusty corner of my mind. I've just slapped a big sign on it that says "Dude, you forgave yourself and others for this mess a decade ago. Move on, nothing to see here, not a toy, do not eat, contents under pressure, etc."

[nancy73.livejournal.com]

I think is was a special request. something like, "Hey, do the Jesus-thing for me, will ya?" and you replied with a grunt and then extending your arms, sucking in your stomach to look emaciated and tilting your head to the side. then you continued on your way to get/consume morning coffee.

Maybe I should've picked the night Tim had that drooling problem? That was a fun evening.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

It was indeed, the first of many such nights that helped me be the me I am now.

[nancy73.livejournal.com]

and you're such a good you, too...you....YOU!

ok...and how's about: So I'm on this insane road-trip and out of the blue, my two road-trip buddies and I are near San Francisco. We call up one Mary Sz and say as politely as possible, "Hey, I'm in town...yeah, about half-hour away. Can my friends and I use your shower and have some floor?" And of course, Mary says yesh, and we meet up and, well, damned if there isn't a party/rave happening, so being the brave adventurered we were, we go. So, I've looked at all the enviroments and have decided to go with the cooler hallway leaning up against the nice chilly cinderblocks and am ex.haus.ted. when I hear a manly "SQUEEEEE!" and I think to myself, "How did Paul get wrapped around me? Where the hell am I?"

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

You know, in my head, it took *forever* to parse that same moment. I had known, earlier in the day, that you might be around, but by that point in the evening, it's a miracle I knew my NAME, much less recognized anybody else! A fun night, until they busted a perfectly legal and permitted party.

one ringy-dingy...two ringy-dingys...three ringy-dingys

[acroyear70.livejournal.com]

as STU_JDWHEELLE sees something along the lines of...

%PHONE-M-MSG%:: god is phoning you on VAX1::VAX1

Re: one ringy-dingy...two ringy-dingys...three ringy-dingys

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

You wrote that, didn't you? Or did I pull it together from sources elsewhere?

Re: one ringy-dingy...two ringy-dingys...three ringy-dingys

[acroyear70.livejournal.com]

you found that one off the (bit)net somewhere, and upon seeing the "ringy-dingy", promptly pronounced it at "artwork". As an amature hacker, i was instantly enlightened in a zen sense as to what good hackery was.

it was more useful to mumford (http://www.stanford.edu/~glamb/blog/), as he used some of its design to create the alternative "send" to keep bitnet from abusing the hell out of the vax cluster.

i was never that good at that stuff. i opted to occasionally have a life...not that i could afford it or anything...

btw, i saw Tee at the renfaire 2 weekends ago (he was promoting his new book). he says "hi" to everybody and still has fond memories of doing the python show, tough as it was to pull off.

Re: one ringy-dingy...two ringy-dingys...three ringy-dingys

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

It is this sense of artwork, I think, that has me still playing nethack while my 8 year old is rockin' the PowerPuff Girls on her Gameboy.

I havent seen Tee since he blew through S.F. when I still lived on Haight street. He was well then, lovely new wife, hadn't yet become a writer. Say hello back when you see him next.

[eac.livejournal.com]

Stopping in to visit me in Texas on your way to California. You were very patient with me in the face of me being about to give my MA colloquium.

Also, appearing in vax labs and doing your tigger impression. (But that's not a specific moment...)

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha...then trying to go out to a restaurant for dinner, both of us COMPLETELY oblivious to the fact that it was Valentine's day.

[eac.livejournal.com]

Where did we end up going? I was completely a wreck...

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

I couldn't remember for all the tea in China.

[jgcr.livejournal.com]

long, long walk up fillmore, from the fillmore, after a kinda mediocre pgface show.

no idea what we talked about, but it was a good walk.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Martin yelling at the audience to clap louder if they wanted an encore was classic, though I agree the show was ehh.

here's another one

[acroyear70.livejournal.com]

you losing your voice from up here (http://www.agentplaid.net/pix/chatter/purity-paul.jpg)...

Re: here's another one

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Ah, so much aiding and abetting of debauchery, so little return.

Those pictures are hysterical. Goddamn we all look so young.

on the banks of the dungeness

[shava23.livejournal.com]

talking to you about taking on the IRS fight for OPN on the banks of the dungeness at Sequim, wondering if I could take the pressure, knowing I could duck the job, knowing I shouldn't, knowing it might kill me, knowing it would be hard on my family, deciding to do it anyway because it was the right thing.

Re: on the banks of the dungeness

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

And look! It was the right thing!

The very first time I met you.

[(Anonymous)]

Tee introduced you as his best friend. I walked to the student housing office (or whatever it would have been called) in, I think, Wilson Hall with the two of you, where you entered a request to room together the following semester. You were wearing a tie-dyed shirt, possibly from Tommy.

:),
mary

Re: The very first time I met you.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Very possibly, as that was one of the few tie-dyes I had then. canetoad wears that one sometimes as a maternity shirt :)

[glaucon.livejournal.com]

bunny rabbit.
brick.
US route 11

[agentplaid.livejournal.com]

You, me and Mary playing pinochle in the basement of one of those damned bluestone residence halls. The days, those were.

the runner up is listening to you throw down on "Roundabout" while telling the story of walking in on your next-dorm-room-over neighbor and large football player getting a blowjob in the bathroom. Excellent.