10-16-2019, 11:46 PM
I know it's not 4:20 when I usually post here (kind of the point, right?) but I'm following up on the SJSU talk. So I was supposed to have lunch with two old Kung Fu friends - one was one of our freelancers who relocated from SF to Geneva, the other one was his KF brother who relocated from SF to LA recently. But they had to cancel at the last minute which is just as well because I wasn't feeling particularly social in lieu of Dan's passing.
I met the Psych lecturer at SJSU because he recently wrote a Kung Fu book. The KF system he propounds is total BS. His master was a cult qi vampire, not anyone I had heard of, but he mentions that his master had problems with sex and his students - nuf said. Awkward. As it turns out, he got his PhD at UCSC, soon after I dropped out, under the same advising professor that I had. And now, he's a lecturer at my alma mater. Oh, and he lives in the Cruz. Too weirdly parallel. We met for lunch and he was a good conversationalist in that academic way, and when he discovered my work in psych, he invited me to speak on the day of his drugs lecture in his brains and consciousness course. I was like 'sure'. But we got our signs crossed about the date and it turned out the same day I had scheduled that lunch. But then the lunch was cancelled. So I figured I'd go for it, cut out of work early (I was pretty useless anyway in Dan's wake plus our deadline was last week so it's a down time), stop by on the way home. I sat in on his lecture. It was terrible. He's a horrid speaker - can't even make the topic of drugs entertaining - and he clearly is not 'experienced' as Jimi would say. I did my talk, about 20 mins worth, not particular on for me speaking wise, but I dropped some wisdom at least.
When it was over, a gal comes up to me and asks "Aren't you Tara's dad?" She had been at one of my talks at Tara's high school. I'm a publisher of a newsstand magazine, written well over a thousand articles, starred in a TV show, but I'm recognized as Tara's dad. I couldn't be more proud of that.
I met the Psych lecturer at SJSU because he recently wrote a Kung Fu book. The KF system he propounds is total BS. His master was a cult qi vampire, not anyone I had heard of, but he mentions that his master had problems with sex and his students - nuf said. Awkward. As it turns out, he got his PhD at UCSC, soon after I dropped out, under the same advising professor that I had. And now, he's a lecturer at my alma mater. Oh, and he lives in the Cruz. Too weirdly parallel. We met for lunch and he was a good conversationalist in that academic way, and when he discovered my work in psych, he invited me to speak on the day of his drugs lecture in his brains and consciousness course. I was like 'sure'. But we got our signs crossed about the date and it turned out the same day I had scheduled that lunch. But then the lunch was cancelled. So I figured I'd go for it, cut out of work early (I was pretty useless anyway in Dan's wake plus our deadline was last week so it's a down time), stop by on the way home. I sat in on his lecture. It was terrible. He's a horrid speaker - can't even make the topic of drugs entertaining - and he clearly is not 'experienced' as Jimi would say. I did my talk, about 20 mins worth, not particular on for me speaking wise, but I dropped some wisdom at least.
When it was over, a gal comes up to me and asks "Aren't you Tara's dad?" She had been at one of my talks at Tara's high school. I'm a publisher of a newsstand magazine, written well over a thousand articles, starred in a TV show, but I'm recognized as Tara's dad. I couldn't be more proud of that.
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