Category Archives: L.A.

Peregrination III

Back at home, briefly, to do laundry and catch up with people before I continue my trip.  To quote yet again the wise words of Indiana Jones, “It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.”

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Ikigai

I’m astonished I’ve never run into this Japanese word before:  ikigai.

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Escape

The more I think about it, the more I believe that there is always a choice.  A choice between escape and reality. Escape can take many, many different forms, but reality is the thing that won’t go away.

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Career

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Underestimated

I found this Note on my phone from the morning after my father passed away. I think I grossly underestimated the amount of things we were going to have to do.

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Gibbous

At my father’s memorial gathering, I was struck by the view of the moon over the apartment building next door from the Young family home.

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Duties

From Hamlet Act I scene ii: “‘Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father; But you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his, and the survivors bound … Continue reading

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Buckaroo

At the end of the Young family memorial gathering for my father, my Aunt Barbara, Uncle Jonathan, Aunt Andrea and her husband got up to play & sing this song.  They said that “My Little Buckaroo” was a lullabye that … Continue reading

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Ashes

Per my father’s wishes.  A beautiful spot, in view of the Hollywood sign and, in the other direction, looking out across L.A. to the Pacific. The family wore Aloha shirts in homage to him.  Just for the day, I wore … Continue reading

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Enantiodromia

I’ve been studying the Daoists recently and it’s gotten me thinking a lot about enantiodromia:  the tendency of things to become their opposites.

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Media

These were the books that were by my father’s reading chair when he passed away. These were the books he was in the middle of.

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Vinyl

When I was very, very little, my family loved to go to some long lost Mexican restaurant that had a jukebox.  My favorite song on that jukebox was Natalie Cole’s “This Will Be (An Everlasting Love)”.  My father bought a … Continue reading

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Organized

My father vacillated between being ruthlessly, obsessively organized and lazy.  We found carefully labelled boxes containing tax returns, every single utility bill, every single credit card receipt, and two inch stacks of to-do lists for each of the last ten … Continue reading

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Scratchpads

My grandfather owned a printing company on Highland in Hollywood.  Because of this, the Young family knows odd pits of old school printing arcana.  “Padding compound” is a liquid which dries into a rubbery adhesive which is used at the … Continue reading

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Lego III

My brother, sister in law, and niece went to the Bricks L.A. convention in Pasadena.  I didn’t know what to expect, but it was fanastic! There was a play area for kids, with everything from regular blocks all the way … Continue reading

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