December 3rd, 2003


When the past collides with the present...

The last 48 hours, and even the last whole week, really, have been a turbulant one for my psyche.

I've been away from my family for a good fifteen years. In that time, they really only met a few of my friends. Hans came home with me for Christmas one year. They flew Jen out when we were dating. Dad met Roger when he came to visit.

But lately, my present has been coliding with my past.

When I'm 'home' in Redding, it's easy to fall back into the mindset of the me from 15 years ago. But when I'm home with FRIENDS, the modern day Klae doesn't step to the background as easily.

For the last day and a half, live_on_stage has been hanging out while she's been here on tour with the Sound of Music. I realized that now that she's been here, my family has met more of my friends in 7 days than they did in the fifteen years before that 7 days started.

Two worlds that were virtually distinct are meshing into one another.

Does it bother me? No. I love my friends. My family is cool as shit. It's just making me realize that I *AM* a different person that I was when I last lived here, and that I can't allow myself to slip back into old habits or patterns while I'm here just because it's the easy thing to do.

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Don't know why I put that quoth in there. :)

Anyway, The Sound of Music was really fun to watch. live_on_stage was awesome. The actress that got the part live_on_stage should have had was a cow, and just interpreted the part all wrong. You can't FEEL BAD for Elsa. Elsa is the one who has to go. She played her far too likeable. And she was about as graceful as soft eggplant. But on the whole, the show was ALOT of fun.

And with that, I sleep.

Climb every mountain...
sock puppet klae

The WAY past colliding with the present...

Everyone's been to Classmates right?

I never paid them anything, cause really, there's only ONE person I found on there that I'd really want to get in touch with. I saw lots of people whose name triggered memory that made me smile, but no one I absolutely had to talk so.

But today... today...

I worry alot about being forgotten. That's why I'm so into genealogy. I feel bad that I don't know my ancestor's names. I feel bad for them that I exist BECAUSE of them, and I don't know who they were. It terrifies me that my children's children's children may not know who I am. And on a much smaller scale, it worries me that people that I'm not around don't think about me once in a while.

That's why I made the sock puppet to send to agoodshinkickin so it can go out drinking with my friends as a surrogate Klae. Just so they don't forget.

But anyway, today...

Today I got this email through the Classmates site:

This message is from a claasmate from Savannah School
named Scott JXXXXXX. Are you the same clay who had a
meal with Henry Winkler? Please E-mail Scott at

Now, in third grade, I won the MS Read-a-thon for my area, and did indeed spend an afternoon at Paramont studios with 10 other kids and the Fonz.

Someone remembers this.

I'm a bit stunned. He saw my name on Classmates and thought "That's the kid that got to go to lunch with Henry Winkler." And so he wrote to me.

So we've been corresponding all day, catching up on everything that's happened since THIRD GRADE.

It's so bizarre...

It's really cool though. I may have to pony up the money to Classmates and write to a bunch of people so that maybe they'll feel good about being remembered, too.

Not soon to be forgotten
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