<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020</id><updated>2009-02-20T23:53:20.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawn Games for Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I watched my Aunt Anna die.   I blogged about that experience.  Now, I'm blogging about my family's hunt for a valuable old heirloom - Aunt Anna style.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116495809617717893</id><published>2006-11-30T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:28:16.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>I spent the afternoon visiting graves - I needed to get some air.  I stopped by Aunt Anna's, Uncle Jorge's, and Aunt Lorena's as well as a few others.  Lo and behold!  The latest legend is about Uncle Jorge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo that I took at the cemetary today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/site_images/uncle_jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/site_images/uncle_jorge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116495809617717893?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116495809617717893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116495809617717893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116495809617717893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116495809617717893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116488325356794352</id><published>2006-11-30T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T02:44:17.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's hiking boots</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep.  I haven't been sleeping well since Aunt Anna died, but tonight I can't sleep at all.   Tomorrow will be the one-month anniversary of Aunt Anna's death.  It's after two a.m. and I don't feel tired at all despite still being on the mend from the flu and generally fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent three hours going through Aunt Anna's closet.  It took me so long because almost at least one pair out of every eighteen articles of clothing sparks some sort of special memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/Lore/5/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/Lore/5/shoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found 1 of her  favorite pairs of shoes for hiking.  In my mind, I can still see Aunt Anna sitting on the step outside this house tieing these laces before we set out for a celebratory hike honoring the results of a research grant proposal that we'd both worked on - and received.  I wish I could still hear these soles sweetly and solidly crunching the earth to the rhythm of Aunt Anna's stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 other pairs of hiking shoes that she especially loved, but I can't find them. There was always a particular reason Why Aunt Anna wore a given pair.  For instance, 1 was good for the forested areas where she would go bird watching, 1 was good for night hikes, and 1 was good for standard trail hikes in the suburbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Anna would rotate her activities (and her associated shoes) to keep a healthy balance in her life.  Since the wear and tear multiplied with every additional hike (as well as her expertise in the associated activity), she would usually retire her shoes pretty early.  I thought it was a little bit excessive, but I think that maybe she had a point with her shoes and her activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm stuck with that research project - all by myself I guess I will count endangered species in Costa Rica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116488325356794352?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116488325356794352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116488325356794352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116488325356794352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116488325356794352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/annas-hiking-boots.html' title='Anna&apos;s hiking boots'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116481287689442199</id><published>2006-11-29T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:07:56.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Red Garcia yesterday and I think that I accidentally told her that Aunt Anna's birthday was November 1.  Aunt Anna *died* on November 1.  She was born on December 22.  She used to tell me that her birthday was the most wonderful day of the year because it was the beginning of the upside of things.  It's the first day that is longer than the one before it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty optimistic way of understanding the 2nd shortest day of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116481287689442199?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116481287689442199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116481287689442199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116481287689442199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116481287689442199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/annas-birthday.html' title='Anna&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116477728152233531</id><published>2006-11-28T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:14:41.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John and paperwork</title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock about Aunt Anna and Uncle Ignacio.  I got a phone call earlier today from John.  Apparantly he and Luisa knew that Anna and Ignacio had a relationship and suspected that they'd get married.  Like all Souzas, though, they remained rather private about the affair.  Us Garcias  have always just been so much more all over in each others' business so it's hard for me to fathom wanting to keep secrets.  But I'm beginning to understand that it's just a different means to the same end: honoring family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sad about being in the dark about something that must have been so important.  Did anyone else know about their romance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew - this process has really kept me busy.  I'm going to have to spend most of tomorrow afternoon reading through my students' outlines and thesis ideas for final papers.  That good old guilt is beginning to get the better of me.  After that, I'm going to try to actually organize all of this paperwork over here in Ocotillo.  It's such a mess!  At least Aunt Anna has plenty ofextra office supplies laying around to help me get organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm creeping around and  learning all of Aunt Anna's mundane habits (how she folded her socks, how much spare toilet paper she kept around, that she didn't use dividers at the beginning / end of binders, etc).  There are so many different ways to know someone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116477728152233531?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116477728152233531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116477728152233531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116477728152233531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116477728152233531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/john-and-paperwork.html' title='John and paperwork'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116467116837857090</id><published>2006-11-27T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:46:08.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue with the Flu!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to report that I came down with a FLU right after Thanksgiving.  It's really unfortunate because I haven't had the appetite to eat all the leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I turned off Aunt Anna's computer while I was bedridden because I found the sound distracting.  I now see that that application of hers stopped producing the trials ( I didn't realize it was locally run).  Things should start popping up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a different note.  I've been having all sorts of vivid dreams about Aunt Anna lately.  Does anyone know anything about dream analysis?  Or, has anyone else sort of "felt" her presence?  I hate to sound paranoid...I *have* been more or less isolated in this big old house of hers in the desert for over a week now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116467116837857090?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116467116837857090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116467116837857090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116467116837857090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116467116837857090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/blue-with-flu.html' title='Blue with the Flu!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116430529849067599</id><published>2006-11-23T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:08:18.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!  Thanks so much for uniting to help the family recover this old heirloom.  And thanks for all of the Thanksgiving invites! I've ended up at an old boyfriend's house and the turkey, pies, and fixin's smell delicious!  It's nice to take a break from the hubbub of reconciling Aunt Anna's digital estante in the hot pursuit for this "fountain of truth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss Aunt Anna a LOT though.  Thanksgiving was kind of "her" holiday for so many years.  Do you remember her AMAZING cheeseball?  That was my favorite dish of hers.  What was YOUR favorite dish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116430529849067599?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116430529849067599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116430529849067599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116430529849067599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116430529849067599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116400105158220288</id><published>2006-11-19T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:39:16.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Family Meeting -</title><content type='html'>Typical Aunt Anna style, she was the family matriarch.  I feel sort of like she's passing the torch on to me by having me run this insane game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event,  Aunt Anna was the one who always insisted on a "family meeting" when things became challenging for anyone in the family.  She set up a message board to help all of us get through the next month in pursuit for the mysterious heirloom (seriously, I never heard anything about it but Anna acts like it was the talk of the town - has anyone ever heard anything about it???).  So, Anna set up a message board so that we can have a permanent family meeting.  I guess the "trials" are replacing the mandatory games of horseshoes and croquet that she used to make us play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so get on over there, and let's get the famil meeting started.  Register here for the board:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/discuss/profile.php?mode=register"&gt;http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/discuss/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Anna will roll around in her grave until a respectable majority of you are on there, discussing her trials (and she'd probably like y'all to also discuss her amazingness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....I just wish that these trials were as simple as a crossword puzzle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116400105158220288?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116400105158220288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116400105158220288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116400105158220288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116400105158220288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/online-family-meeting.html' title='Online Family Meeting -'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116399679596214762</id><published>2006-11-19T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:26:35.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on.....</title><content type='html'>Oliver, Ryan, Vic.  Hello out there?  Are you guys going to help me out at all?  We've barely got a month.  No, it's not crossword puzzles.  Come on - let's start a phone tree or something and get the family involved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see Anna's weird letter to me??  Did any of you ever hear about this Washburn Girl incident?  i don't understand what it means.  I tried entering "Taylor Street" into the application, but it's the wrong answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/Lore/1/washburn_girl.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/Lore/1/washburn_girl.htm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116399679596214762?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116399679596214762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116399679596214762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116399679596214762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116399679596214762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/come-on.html' title='Come on.....'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116396833704990788</id><published>2006-11-19T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T12:32:17.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna made a game out of our heirloom</title><content type='html'>This is bizarre.  We have to solve these "trials".  Aunt Anna had all of these files on her computer that I was supposed to upload and an application that I started.  The application seems to be some sort of timer for the trials and the heirloom hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's kind of sick actually - Aunt Anna left me all of these little notes and made all of these documents and letters for us to see after she died.  It's really creepy and ghostly.  I thought halloween was over! Seriously, it's been incredibly rough to see all of these things from her.  I miss her so much.  It's painful to have her talking to me and communicating with me but I can't talk back.  I can't ask her questions or for advise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the correct answers to any of these trials, I just have this weird device that I can enter solutions in to.  It tells me "correct" or "incorrect" and then advances the game accordingly.  We're sort of on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you think Aunt Anna has been preparring for this.  And is "this" synonymous with "her death"?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's get started then - here's a link to the website that Aunt Anna made at some point before she died and instructed me to come up here to Octotillo to upload.  She was so weird! : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lawngamesforlife.com/"&gt;http://www.lawngamesforlife.com&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;  You might have to clear your chache if you ever visited her site previously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116396833704990788?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116396833704990788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116396833704990788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116396833704990788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116396833704990788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/anna-made-game-out-of-our-heirloom.html' title='Anna made a game out of our heirloom'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116379734408159657</id><published>2006-11-17T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:02:24.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to Ocotillo today</title><content type='html'>I do NOT KNOW anything about what these mysterious goings-on that Aunt Anna is having me do.   I appreciate all of your interest and curiousity, but I promise you - I'm not holding anything back.  You all know as well as I do that Aunt Anna was a rather eccentric woman at times.  Her mysterious ways almost always came to make sound sense.  But right now, I'm utterly clueless about what this "treasure" is.  To be honest I'm not even sure why I'm following her instructions with so much blind faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - please I beg you to have the same blind faith in me.  Don't call me to find out more details.  I don't have any more details!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate and need your help - I promise to keep you all abreast of what I discover.  I'll post it all here where everyone can see it, fair and square.  No favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I just got out of my last class until at least after Thanksgiving (and possible after the new year if I can convince the administration to let me issue early and meatier final projects which I can work with the students on individually via email). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound for Ocotillo.  I'm bound for Anna's house.  The property itself was left to me and the brothers anyways, so I guess one of us would have to go there sooner or later anyways to begin to sift through the possessions in it which will go to different folks.  Man - I thought the grieving and questioning and burden of Aunt Anna's ailments and death would end when we buried her.  But I have a feeling that it's all just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in touch tomorrow morning and let you all know what I find in Ocotillo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116379734408159657?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116379734408159657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116379734408159657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116379734408159657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116379734408159657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-my-way-to-ocotillo-today.html' title='On my way to Ocotillo today'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116344466150853024</id><published>2006-11-13T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:04:21.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing my life and Anna's death</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend trying to find colleagues to cover my classes next week. I want to free up next weekend and the entire week of Thanksgiving to sort through all of this stuff and get over to Octotillo.  I found a detailed letter from Aunt Anna in the safe deposit box that I'm still trying to digest.  She swears that I will need to dedicate myself the contents of the box for at least the next 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a life too!  I have courses to teach and office hours to hold.  I'm already behind on grading.  I'm not sure how I'll juggle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Aunt Anna's letter, she tells me that there is a "mysterious family secret that brings great wealth and happiness to all who possess it."  Both tangible and intangible, this secret - this treasure? - is in St. Augustine.  Like anything worth having, though, anticipation and the process of discovering the treasure is paramount.  And so I must persevere through 39 trials - trials of wit, adventure, and loyalty.  The family can help, but the family is divided.  Can the internal bickering be channeled into something more productive, more resourceful?  And we possible foster health competition?&lt;br /&gt;In any event, Anna says it is impossible for me to pursue this "treasure" alone.  I NEED the help of my family members, but it will be unclear to me which branch of the extended family has true intentions.  Indeed, they themselves might not even be aware of their intentions.  The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawn Games for Life is both the name of the website of the recently departed Anna Ravelo and the game about her family’s search for a mysterious family secret that brings great wealth and happiness to all who possess it.  I should ultimately trust the SMARTEST, TOUGHEST, and most LOYAL ones.  Garcias? Ravelos? Souzas?  Freemont/Williams?&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Anna was a tough, smart cookie who knew how to work with other people.  I suppose that she wants to share our family's mysterious secrets only with those who are SMART enough, TOUGH enough, and LOYAL enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that Aunt Anna specified in the letter is that we have to plan on being in St. Augustine, FL on December 22, 2006.  If we can't work together to complete these trials and find out exactly WHERE to go and WHEN and WHAT to bring, then we will lose the mysterious and lucrative family secret forever.  We will end up wandering around the streets of St. Augustine like Ponce de Leon looking for the ephemeral and (non-existent?) Fountain of Youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promises more details about what to expect during the "quest" when I get to her computer in Octotillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Aunt Anna - I'll give it a shot, but is it really worth it?  Because I'm about to put my life on hold.  I'm not sure if I can afford to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116344466150853024?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116344466150853024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116344466150853024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116344466150853024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116344466150853024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/managing-my-life-and-annas-death.html' title='Managing my life and Anna&apos;s death'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116321498341249378</id><published>2006-11-10T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:16:23.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The will is an enigma</title><content type='html'>I will explain more tomorrow - I only have a few minutes before my brothers arrive for dinner.  For now, suffice it to say that the will was completely fair.  The family had absolutely no disputes or ill will (har har) over any of Aunt Anna's decisions.  THAT is an enigma in and of itself.  But more than that, I am totally confounded over the one deviation from normalacy that Anna's will took.  A safe deposit box entrusted to ME.  There are other envelopes and old photos and postcards and letters and...  well, just a LOT of stuff in there.  The box contained most prominently the log-in information for Aunt Anna's website (www.lawngamesforlife.com) and home computer in Ocotillo.  I might need some help making sense of all this.  I'm going to start with my brothers, but can anyone else help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116321498341249378?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116321498341249378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116321498341249378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116321498341249378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116321498341249378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-is-enigma.html' title='The will is an enigma'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116277809927749277</id><published>2006-11-05T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:54:59.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;On Thursday Night there was an earthquake here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The epicenter was less than a mile from Aunt Anna's house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even the earth mourned her death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today the families mourned her as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We held her funeral on a Sunday, after several days of home visitations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in keeping with Mexican and Catholic traditions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neither of which Anna really identified herself as being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, funerals are more for the people left behind than the one who has passed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;We did unite as a family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The delay between her death and her funeral allowed almost all of the family, many of her friends, and even some of her former students to travel to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Diego&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had an enormous picnic on the beach yesterday, and we’re going to light a bonfire tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anna would have loved to be here, with everyone celebrating her life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would have even just enjoyed seeing everyone celebrate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s strange, but the games of horseshoes that Aunt Anna’s old college friends were playing in her backyard over the last few days seemed more ritualistic than today’s mass or funeral procession.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anna loved playing lawn games, dressing up in white to play croquet, indulging in the kitsch of it all, and convincing everyone else to do the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These friends of hers – I have no idea if they shared her passion for horseshoes or simply entertained her for the last 60 years (right up to her death).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter what, they played ceremoniously without saying a word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They used the game to resurrect Anna’s joyous spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I remain unnerved by the fact that we held a mass for her today and buried her in the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Anna was as unreligious as they come – unless there is a religion that worships the Earth (which I’m sure there is).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was a scientist and a hippy through and through.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, she believed in a higher purpose, but in one much more complicated and logical than good vs. evil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Speaking of good vs. evil, the idyllic family mourning process is about to come to a screeching halt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aunt Anna’s will is being read on Tuesday (same day as elections).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’m sorry about the infrequent and shallow posts – this has been a tremendously rough time for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116277809927749277?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116277809927749277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116277809927749277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116277809927749277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116277809927749277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/burial.html' title='The Burial'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116249241173574284</id><published>2006-11-02T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:33:32.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email from aunt anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7487/3994/0/110106_1739a-711735.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I just checked email for the first time since sunday. Anna sent me a cryptic email Tuesday night - as though she knew she was going to die. I want to tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116249241173574284?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116249241173574284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116249241173574284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116249241173574284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116249241173574284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/email-from-aunt-anna.html' title='Email from aunt anna'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116239982707134668</id><published>2006-11-01T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:30:06.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She died this morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;She died this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116239982707134668?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116239982707134668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116239982707134668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116239982707134668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116239982707134668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-died-this-morning.html' title='She died this morning.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116221663802155015</id><published>2006-10-30T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:57:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Meeting</title><content type='html'>We're having a family meeting tonight to discuss how to proceed with Anna's care.  I really need help dealing with this family of ours.  Everything is so deliberate.  The meeting is just so some of them feel proactive.  I'll continue to do all the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am at least looking forward to seeing my brothers!  They don't get to come down to San Diego very often and they're actually going to be staying with me for a few nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family "meeting" goes down at 7pm at Anna's place.  I'm responsible for serving the wine and my cousin (the master chef) is bringing finger foods.  I just hope a food fight doesn't break out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116221663802155015?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116221663802155015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116221663802155015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116221663802155015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116221663802155015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-meeting.html' title='Family Meeting'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116190359176464513</id><published>2006-10-26T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:03:34.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6334/828/0/102606_1118b-791764.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116190359176464513?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116190359176464513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116190359176464513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116190359176464513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116190359176464513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/broken-glass.html' title='Broken glass'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116187712668245782</id><published>2006-10-26T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:38:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Marriage</title><content type='html'>Aunt Anna didn't even have to stay in the hospital last night - they just sent her home with some strong painkillers.  She has a nasty bruise which she keeps showing to me.  I'm glad that she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is thrilled about the ruling in New Jersey yesterday.  She says it is good news for lots of her friends.  The great thing about Aunt Anna is that she still considers people she went to college with ages ago and hasn't talked to in decades friends.  Once you're in her orbit, you're there.  Even if she's not in yours.  She is a special lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the "landmark" event, Anna wants to throw a halloween party.  Everyone is supposed to come as their favorite gay or lesbian couple.  What about people without partners, I asked?  Oh, they can just dress up as someone obvious like Liberachi or Ellen Degeneres and propose to everyone at the party.  That could be fun.  But I'm going to try to get her to open up the costume constraints just a wee bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna won't tell me what she's dressing up as.  And she hired a cab for the afternoon to take her around to get her goods.  I love her, but she's a regular weirdo sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116187712668245782?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116187712668245782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116187712668245782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116187712668245782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116187712668245782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/gay-marriage.html' title='Gay Marriage'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116180766725506340</id><published>2006-10-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:21:07.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget all that</title><content type='html'>I had to bring Aunt Anna to the hospital this morning - she fell out of her bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an aweful morning.  Everyone around me was rude and I couldn't get in touch with any family members.  That guy I was gushing about yesterday?  Forget him too - I was typically optimistic for nothing.  He's sort of a jerk and he's not the type to ever settle down anyways and he was more embarrassed than supportive when I called him from the ER erlier.  Oh well, I guess it's better to know these things early on than after spending 5 years on and off with someone.  Still, he's like the first new person I've connected to in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I see now that the bond that he and Aunt Anna shared had to do with feeling comfortable being alone - alone but not lonely.  Drifting effortlessly from new person to new person and being genuinely and deeply satisfied by the exchanges.  Having the ability to trust anyone with emotions - particularly including oneself.  And being highly emotive without being overly or really at all emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people like that evolve?  Could I ever become one?  Right now I think not - I want to hide away and not have to deal with distant men or unhelpful family or rude strangers or really even my sick aunt who is about to die.  What will happen to me when she dies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116180766725506340?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116180766725506340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116180766725506340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116180766725506340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116180766725506340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/forget-all-that.html' title='Forget all that'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116171510043160159</id><published>2006-10-24T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:38:20.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a great time</title><content type='html'>I'm at work, and I don't want any students to see me blogging during office hours (like they'd actually stop by this far ahead of final exams - har). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy I went out with - very sweet, intelligent, and funny!  We've been seeing a lot of each other and having a fun time.  He and Aunt Anna even seem to have a special bond - like their souls are made of the same stuff or something.  I'm glad they got to know each other.  And I'm glad to have someone else around whose not family (no offense, guys!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all - more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116171510043160159?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116171510043160159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116171510043160159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116171510043160159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116171510043160159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/such-great-time.html' title='Such a great time'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116123301073539646</id><published>2006-10-18T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:43:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello hello?</title><content type='html'>Does anybody ever read this?  I mentioned to a few of the doctors and some of my friends that I was going to begin using this blog medium to discuss my Aunt Anna.  I'm doing it as much for the future Garcias and Ravelos (lest they wonder what it was like to watch her die, or what she herself was like).  Aunt Anna - are you even reading this?  I know you're an internet junkie, and I told you about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in any event, Aunt Anna has been out of the hospital for a few days and everything seems pretty much back to normal, except that she's staying with me instead of at her apartment.  But I'm at work all day so she still has her privacy.  Well, as much privacy as you could expect with two cats around.  I'm not accustomed to having her cats in the house, but they do seem to make her happy.  The smell is also not as bad as you'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is diverting a little bit from the original topic, but I have a date tomorrow night!  Anna wants me to wear one of her necklaces - she says for luck.  But I've never heard her talk about luck, so I think that she really wants a little piece of her to be with me on the date.  I'll wear it.  What harm could it do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah - Anna and I had a great brownie a la mode dessert a few nights ago!!  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116123301073539646?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116123301073539646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116123301073539646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116123301073539646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116123301073539646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-hello_18.html' title='Hello hello?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116105575790556092</id><published>2006-10-16T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:39:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high high high - uh, hi</title><content type='html'>I know that Aunt Anna was a big hippy.  But I just cannot believe how much pot she used to smoke!   She's a free spirit, but rather proper and definately not a flake.  She writes all day long and knitts in the evening.  I love her but have always considered her generally bland in her strict daily routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image in my mind is comedic and novel: Aunt Anna's soft grey hair pulled back losely in a braid while she packs a pipe or rolls a joint in the Grand Tetons, saying something like "duuuuuuuude,  check out this toooootally kind bud I just got" to her bearded, sunglassessed, headbanded companion who is whistling a Bob Dylan song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Anna's doctor, Toby XXXXX (coinidentally, a classmate of mine from high school), slipped me some marijuana while he was reviewing with me Anna's prognosis, status, hospice options, and requirements for dismissal.  He whispered that he had a special place in his heart for Anna Ravelo as she had been one of his favorite professors in college.  He wanted to see her comfortable and he didn't want her hooked up to any more machines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. XXXXX suggested that I mix it into a pesto or bake it into some brownies - she'd never even know.  Aunt Anna thought pot pesto was a good idea for a restaurant in Berkeley but a lousey thing to do to such nice "grass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my dear old sweet aunt call this stuff "grass." Do people still use that term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began today's musings over my narrow-mindedness.  Pot does not necessarily turn you into a loser or a burnout - it's not inherently evil.  Maybe it not evil at all.  My aunt is not as bland as I thought.  Everyone has secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly my Aunt Anna was actually quite the stoner during her prime.  I told her about Dr. Toby XXXXX's little gift, and she laughed in recollection of her highs.  She smiled mischeviously as she recounted genres of memories that I never would have imagined her to have been involved with.   From Aunt Anna, I'm accustomed to hearing stories about Pacific waves taking unexpected turns or about how the pH of the rain in Mexico affects ant hills in Costa Rica and the birds that feed off of them.  But today I heard about the time Anna's college roommate inhaled bong water and the time when she and a bunch of her post-doc friends (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post doc!?!&lt;/span&gt;) streaked through a trailer park after going skinny dipping nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got to know this side of Aunt Anna.  To be superhuman you have to be super human (as in, really human).   My aunt is the smartes stoner I know.  Unless my department chair is a stoner.  Because he is damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - I have some brownies to bake (hey it's hard for an old lady to inhale!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  Anna came back from the hospital this evening!  She seems to be doing well and I keep forgetting about her prognosis.  I have a sense that she's going to be one of those rare sick people who miraculously recover by having a good attitude.  Cross your fingers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116105575790556092?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116105575790556092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116105575790556092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116105575790556092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116105575790556092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/high-high-high-uh-hi.html' title='high high high - uh, hi'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35834020.post-116054245392482247</id><published>2006-10-10T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T05:08:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Anna had a heart attack last night</title><content type='html'>Aunt Anna had a heart attack last night.  But that is hardly the worst of it.  She is an 84 year old woman with all her wits but a bad case of the sugar bugs.  She likes candy in a really innocent and endearing way, but she can't have it.  Her body doesn't know what to do with it.  Apparantly her heart attack yeterday was primarily the result of her advanced diabetes.  And now it looks like she had a stroke too.  It's funny - I know all about plants and earthy organic matter, but I have no idea what is really breaking down in Aunt Anna's body right now.  The doctors have all but said that she'll be gone before the end of the month.  She'll be alert but not her normally extra sharp self.  The best that the family can do is make sure that she is comfortable and happy in her last few weeks.  How can I do that?  I can I do that and be honest at the same time?  I really just want to wail and cry when I see her, but she's not gone yet.  I KNOW that I should be enjoying every moment with her 110%. But it's hard to enjoy being with her in the present because I'm haunted by the creeping future without her.  The creeping, lonely, sad future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am normally a generally optimisit person like Aunt Anna.  She does not know how much pity and grief I am already feeling about her imminent death.  At least I don't think she does.&lt;br /&gt;I would be dishonoring her life to mourn its loss defore her death.  She is such an amazing person that I wouldn't be surprised if she wote a novel or masterpiece screenplay before she dies.  Or even if she drafted a treaty for peace in the middle east or learned how to make video games or saved the world.  She is better than a super hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35834020-116054245392482247?l=deathandhonor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/feeds/116054245392482247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35834020&amp;postID=116054245392482247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116054245392482247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35834020/posts/default/116054245392482247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathandhonor.blogspot.com/2006/10/aunt-anna-had-heart-attack-last-night.html' title='Aunt Anna had a heart attack last night'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07260277847960949935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08717296091549928676'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>