Monday, August 8

Corkboards and Blueprints


Today at my school, I needed to ask for a corkboard to post some class information in my room, which brought me into contact with the man who runs the "workshop".  As far as I can tell, he develops the fancy classroom paraphernalia, basically sets, and his workshop has random halves of dolls, a workbench, drafting materials etc.  He had piercings in both ears, looped with small silver crescents.  His red t-shirt hugged his small but muscled frame.  His sincere and friendly smile, his short, buzzed hair, and his amazing job creating themed classrooms and set-pieces...


I miss Daniel so much.  He was going to have such a cool life.  I was so proud of him.  Blueprints laced with lines and angles, directional insertion arrows, grids and measurements so entangled I could hardly pick one to follow from one end to the other, but Daniel could look at that and build a crow's nest, a table, anything.  I would still brag about him if it didn't make people uncomfortable.  I want him to be here with me, to see how amazing the computer lab is, dressed up like a starship, or all the sharks hanging from the ceiling in Cousteau, and the giant rooks and knights in the chess room, and the Colombian man who has his ideal job.

http://www.cygnus-x1.net/links/lcars/blueprints/joshua-class-starship-sheet-7.jpg

Another co-worker, all-American, laid back and irresistably wholesome looking, teaches, as of tomorrow, history to fifth graders.  He tells me he falls in love three times a day here.  His smile reminds me of Daniel, but more his laugh, which is quiet, if not silent, and the slight shake of his head at the absurdity of life and the plight of the people. 

Daniel...You were the most quality person I ever knew.  You were the only person whose intentions I trusted entirely.  I trusted you with my life.  With my happiness.  With my undying devotion.  With all my love.   I miss you.

9 comments:

  1. I like this post a lot. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories of your brother. Mama

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  2. The things I've heard you say of him make me think you were a lot like twins...

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  3. That's about the best thing anyone could say. Thank you.

    P.S. to my anonymous posters--since you're my friends, I'd love to know who you are :)

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  4. I am guessing he would be thrilled that you are living so vividly in this new place. Let him breathe vicariously through you, and get to now the workshop guy! (I am eating up your descriptions of this new world, too. Keep them coming.)

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  5. Maybe we don't want to be onymous. Maybe the anonymity provides a sort of heightened freedom of expression. Also, "onymous" is a cool word.

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  6. Hey Jo, sad to hear that I never got to say goodbye to you. I had no idea you were leaving, but I can hardly fault you for that. Let me know if there's anything I can do, despite the distance. I have skype.

    ~Ninja

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  7. Ninja, I don't have your e-mail.

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  8. Hey there. Not for sure how else to write you as there isn't any kind of a contact link anywhere on here! But my thoughts are with you today. I hope today goes well for you and I hope that you have a happy drink tonight, not a sad one. That's going to be my goal for the day.

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  9. Matt! Write me, huh? jordan.felker@gmail.com

    Today I spent the day with my boyfriend and his brother, visiting a beautiful little town in the mountains and playing with toys from their childhood. Today I recounted some stories about Daniel, but I would say I tell some story about him almost every day.

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