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I got my PC back today. First time Seven weeks. I didn't miss the wank. I'm not missing the wank now, I'm just ignoring it. That being said...
My father had a moment. I think he's been waiting all his adult life for a day like yesterday.
See, it's like this. Most people, whether they mean to or not, work all their adult lives trying to make a legacy. Trying to create something that will out live them. Not all of us are writers, even fewer are good ones. Not all of us are artists, craftsman, poets, singers, dancers, etc. except that all of us are in tiny increments. An evening at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calloocallay's would be a very good example of this.
But these legacy things, they're much more intimate and entirely more exposing. I don't yet feel comfortable pointing fingers but there are a handful that come directly to mind, and number of which on my friends list, but knowing them...and knowing their works, with that little bit of insight. It's really breathtaking and startlingly simplistic all the same.
So my Dad created this boardgame, he's been doing it on and off for a couple of years now. The Illegal Game. It Debuted last Friday, August 4th.
I find now it isn't entirely a reflection of his life but this accumulative thing, this trickling down of experiences that have touched him. I can certainly see why he needed to make it. It's the same reason I still write/draw comics even when I know I'm at my worst. That whole 'legacy' thing...
I'm getting distracted. Anyway, he says the "Game" part of it isn't about being the immigrant; it's meant to be a statement on how America [or rather not just America, but especially America] toys with illegal aliens. Then he confessed to us, for the first time, how he first came to New York, that he hadn't stolen across any borders so much as he just walked out of LaGuardia airport when his connecting plane had been delayed a couple days. He didn't mind because he hadn't wanted to go home to Ecuador to see his sweetheart marry a richer, whiter more parentally approved boyfriend. And from there the story gets more twisted between scheming families and fucked up administration. And I liked realizing I'm not a first generation black sheep but a second, and the unreasonably passion psuedo-bohemian lifestyle and traveling bug comes from both parents. It's nice to now realize how much they had in common then and why they thought they could give marriage a go. Rather than exist in the afterglow of "what the fuck were you thinking"-ness that my brothers, sister and I share.
This led me to retelling a lot of "Fast Food Nation" which I've only seen the once, oddly appropriate over dinner somehow. My sister expertly bashing Bush Jr. while retelling the statewide immigrants walkout staged last year in protest. We didn't have to beat my youngest brother to within an inch of his life for putting his foot in his mouth again; that was a surprising plus!
All the while he grilled pork chops, fish for us veg-heads, cheese soap, red onion & bean salad, an avocado salad, lush fruit salad/punch and blue rice, ^^; He told us the he turned the rice blue by wrapping the rice cooker with a blue rubber-band, in a practiced manner of enjoying his tall-tales a bit too much. I've never known a barbecue to intentionally start at sunset but it fit really well. With my family that is.
jlh I saved you some soap.
*Cheese Soap is nothing at all like how its sounds. It's one of my favorite dishes in the world, although I've grown more and more allergic to it over the years. Still had seconds though. ^_^
My father had a moment. I think he's been waiting all his adult life for a day like yesterday.
See, it's like this. Most people, whether they mean to or not, work all their adult lives trying to make a legacy. Trying to create something that will out live them. Not all of us are writers, even fewer are good ones. Not all of us are artists, craftsman, poets, singers, dancers, etc. except that all of us are in tiny increments. An evening at
calloocallay's would be a very good example of this.But these legacy things, they're much more intimate and entirely more exposing. I don't yet feel comfortable pointing fingers but there are a handful that come directly to mind, and number of which on my friends list, but knowing them...and knowing their works, with that little bit of insight. It's really breathtaking and startlingly simplistic all the same.
So my Dad created this boardgame, he's been doing it on and off for a couple of years now. The Illegal Game. It Debuted last Friday, August 4th.
I find now it isn't entirely a reflection of his life but this accumulative thing, this trickling down of experiences that have touched him. I can certainly see why he needed to make it. It's the same reason I still write/draw comics even when I know I'm at my worst. That whole 'legacy' thing...
I'm getting distracted. Anyway, he says the "Game" part of it isn't about being the immigrant; it's meant to be a statement on how America [or rather not just America, but especially America] toys with illegal aliens. Then he confessed to us, for the first time, how he first came to New York, that he hadn't stolen across any borders so much as he just walked out of LaGuardia airport when his connecting plane had been delayed a couple days. He didn't mind because he hadn't wanted to go home to Ecuador to see his sweetheart marry a richer, whiter more parentally approved boyfriend. And from there the story gets more twisted between scheming families and fucked up administration. And I liked realizing I'm not a first generation black sheep but a second, and the unreasonably passion psuedo-bohemian lifestyle and traveling bug comes from both parents. It's nice to now realize how much they had in common then and why they thought they could give marriage a go. Rather than exist in the afterglow of "what the fuck were you thinking"-ness that my brothers, sister and I share.
This led me to retelling a lot of "Fast Food Nation" which I've only seen the once, oddly appropriate over dinner somehow. My sister expertly bashing Bush Jr. while retelling the statewide immigrants walkout staged last year in protest. We didn't have to beat my youngest brother to within an inch of his life for putting his foot in his mouth again; that was a surprising plus!
All the while he grilled pork chops, fish for us veg-heads, cheese soap, red onion & bean salad, an avocado salad, lush fruit salad/punch and blue rice, ^^; He told us the he turned the rice blue by wrapping the rice cooker with a blue rubber-band, in a practiced manner of enjoying his tall-tales a bit too much. I've never known a barbecue to intentionally start at sunset but it fit really well. With my family that is.
jlh I saved you some soap.*Cheese Soap is nothing at all like how its sounds. It's one of my favorite dishes in the world, although I've grown more and more allergic to it over the years. Still had seconds though. ^_^
