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magic_fratboy) wrote2008-07-22 08:27 pm
magic_fratboy) wrote2008-07-22 08:27 pm
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[journal] The stuff that turns up when you clean off your hard drive...
Okay, so I was looking for a file on my computer today? And I found a folder with some old pics that I'd scanned in. And when I say old, I mean old, I hadn't cut my hair yet. Most of 'em are from my big pilgrimage to Houdini's grave, but there's also one random from school in there worth laughing at.
So if you wanna see what a misspent youth looks like, follow me in...
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When I went to the cemetery, I brought my buddy Bela and my cousin Carbone. It was spring break during my sophomore year of college, and I was...maybe twenty? It was my first time back home in New York since I was ten. Bela and Carbone brought the damn chair. Boney was studying photography at NYU, thought he was hot shit. I hated to admit it then, and I hate to admit it now, but he really is.
I literally flopped down for a second, and Carbone snapped the photo. I like this pic, always have. It looks, to me, how the place felt that day. Peaceful, still, and really kind of like heaven. It's gorgeous, and my cuz is brilliant.
Being at the grave was kinda like being in the presence of the master himself. I'm like anybody, graveyards spook me, but the Houdini plot...it was amazing. Everything was so quiet, so tranquil...so warm. I sat there for nearly three hours while my friends kinda checked out the rest of the cemetery. It wasn't like I talked to his ghost or anything, but there was a real sense of communion there. I felt welcome, I felt at home. It was just...beautiful. If his spirit really lives on? It's there. It was an honor to sit by his name and just soak in the sunlight in the presence of his final resting place.
And because we all need a good laugh...
Freshman year of college, I think. That's Taylor Lang on the right, a member of my study group, and his sister behind us, Jelly Lang. Her first name's actually Kelly...that's a long story. Anyway, Taylor started in the art program, but went on to law. Go figure. Jelly and I ended up working together at Black Saber, and we're still buds to this day.
So if you wanna see what a misspent youth looks like, follow me in...
When I went to the cemetery, I brought my buddy Bela and my cousin Carbone. It was spring break during my sophomore year of college, and I was...maybe twenty? It was my first time back home in New York since I was ten. Bela and Carbone brought the damn chair. Boney was studying photography at NYU, thought he was hot shit. I hated to admit it then, and I hate to admit it now, but he really is.
I literally flopped down for a second, and Carbone snapped the photo. I like this pic, always have. It looks, to me, how the place felt that day. Peaceful, still, and really kind of like heaven. It's gorgeous, and my cuz is brilliant.
Being at the grave was kinda like being in the presence of the master himself. I'm like anybody, graveyards spook me, but the Houdini plot...it was amazing. Everything was so quiet, so tranquil...so warm. I sat there for nearly three hours while my friends kinda checked out the rest of the cemetery. It wasn't like I talked to his ghost or anything, but there was a real sense of communion there. I felt welcome, I felt at home. It was just...beautiful. If his spirit really lives on? It's there. It was an honor to sit by his name and just soak in the sunlight in the presence of his final resting place.
And because we all need a good laugh...
Freshman year of college, I think. That's Taylor Lang on the right, a member of my study group, and his sister behind us, Jelly Lang. Her first name's actually Kelly...that's a long story. Anyway, Taylor started in the art program, but went on to law. Go figure. Jelly and I ended up working together at Black Saber, and we're still buds to this day.
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I know how big you are on Houdini so I think it's really amazing that you connected so well with that place. The way you describe it all peaceful and reverent reminds me of how people talk about Stonehenge or a church or something. I don't think I have ever been anywhere that made me feel like that.
...Well, maybe, It's not the same really.
I got really into climbing when I was about 15/16 (ironically about the age I had that hair) and I talked my dad into taking on Mt. Elbert in Colorado with me. We trained for 3 months before we made the trip out there. I never wanted anything so bad in my life up until that point but it was over 14,000 ft. Saying it was hard wouldn't be doing it justice. But the day we reached the top, I realized I wasn't meant for the ground. All I could hear was wind and my own heartbeat and I'd never been more at peace in my life. I didn't want to come down.
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Yeah, that's kinda how I felt. Like...I didn't fit into any place in the world but that one. I felt more complete in that cemetery than I ever have in my whole life. All in all, it was a lot like a religious experience. It always wigged me out a little, but knowing what I do now about Houdini and myself? I think I finally understand why.
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It must be amazing to feel so at home with the fraternity. I mean I can almost relate being in the military but not only are women less in the club in the military but you all in the Brotherhood were brought together by blood and power. Those bonds must be intense.
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And it's also kind of a boy's club, anyway. Women are in the minority, and for years they weren't allowed their rightful place in the public eye as magicians. They were assistants and confederates, all with power of their own. Funny thing is? As female descendants of Pandora, women are better at magic than men. Houdini was really the first male magician to come along since the start of it and lay a claim to any rare level of power. Hell, there's even a myth circulating that he was actually a reincarnated Titan.
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Well, I guess if the girls are better they should be in the minority. It's only fair.
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I suppose, yeah. But enough about me and my crap, how are you? Things going okay for you at work?
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Better actually. Joe called me and I have a new partner. No more dispatch. That sucked ass. But I'm back better than ever. Criminals better watch themselves. *laughs*
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Your hair was pretty. You should grow it out again!
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*laughs and runs a hand back through his hair* Aww, I looked like a chick. Honestly, I'm actually thinking of cutting it again. Going shorter, maybe highlighting it or something. What do you think?
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*blushes and laughs* Man, I looked like a girl with all that hair. That or some cheesy male stripper. I have a pic somewhere on my hard drive where I look just like that. It's really bad, seriously.
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Told you it was bad.
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*laughs her ass off* Haha... it's not bad, just... hahaha... Well, yeah, you look like a stripper... *bretahs deeply* Sorry.
...Nice hip thrust by the way. ;)
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That was taken shortly after I got to LA...know how the new guy in town is fresh off the haywagon? Since I came from Vegas, my roommate liked to say I was fresh off the 'ho train.' With that look? I totally was.