The Game (Part I)

Posted in Commentary on December 28, 2010 by gypsygies
The Game – pt I 

random memory: I remember when I was a kid, in 5th or 6th (maybe) grade at Mitchell elementary in Phoenix, recess was a great adventure. You see, I was a bit of a tomboy. This meant that while all the other girls were busy giggling and gossiping I was running with the boys. Literally. We had this elaborate (so-seeming) Game set up that consisted of one group of Monsters (i.e. “bad guys”) and one group of Hero’s (i.e. “good guys”). As soon as recess began we would split up into the two groups, in a process that, unlike the painstaking Sports team-choosing techniques, was based on “I’m a Monster” “O.k.” “I’m a Hero” “O.k.”. ..and we always split up with more or less a good number on each side. About 10-15 of us would be playing, and there needed to be at least 3 or 4 Hero’s…the rest could be Monsters. Actually, though, I usually ended up being a “Hero” because they all said I was so good at catching them that I was needed…which was probably true [gloat].
The basics of The Game were this: it was the job of the Monsters to generally be bad and taunt us (the Hero’s), throw China Berries at us, whatever, and then take off running. Our job, was to catch them. Once we had caught and tackled them down, we had to escort them across the field to the baseball-diamond dugout [which was a fenced-in area] and throw them in the “Cage” [alternately called the “Jail”], and keep them there. Sometime posting a guard, but often forgetting that part. So, of course, once the Hero was far enough away, off the Monster would go running and yelling again and the whole process of trying to catch that one particular Monster started all over.
Though this may all seem so simple, it was quite some organizational task most adults couldn’t deal with. A large amount of co-operation was required on the part of the Hero’s in order to get anything done. You see, the Hero’s would frequently group together in packs of 2 or 3(like a posse) to catch One Monster. . .often with an elaborate attack plan. Then one would be sent escorting It back across the field to the Cage, sometimes changing-off escorts halfway if another exhausted ally came up to help…and off the first escort would go again to join the other 2, or some other group of Hero’s, in the chase. There were constant alliances forming, or breaking away independently to track One Particular Adversary who had perhaps escaped The Cage they themselves had put them in. Ooo…we were mortal enemies on the field…or great allies the next recess.
Also, sometimes some guys who weren’t originally playing would join-in suddenly and come running to the rescue of one lone Hero…charging in from other directions on the Monster. But occasionally that would work the other way, to. Generally Monsters didn’t gang together, but every so often they’d surprise a hapless Hero. I remember one day I was bookin’ after Ralph, the most menacing-seeming and badest-seeming Monster of them all, and then suddenly two others came rushing in from the sides at me. Ralph apparently saw it coming (he being in the front), and instantly reversed direction (he was good at that)…I skid in my tracks so hard I fell down backwards for a moment (it was muddy, = I was muddy), then scrambled in reverse so frantically I must’ve looked like Shaggy or Scooby-Doo! And if the Monsters happened to take a Hero prisoner, they’d toss them in the other dugout…and this was a terrible disgrace for the Hero. After all, they should be out there doing good! And for some reason the Monsters were always better at posting guard [strange, since our groups teamed off more or less randomly]. I once made a glorious escape by climbing up over the top of the dugout (which was very high! But we took this game very seriously) because I knew the kid guarding me couldn’t climb a fence as fast as I could [his feet were too big]. ….
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The Game (Part II)

Posted in Commentary on December 28, 2010 by gypsygies
The Game – pt II 

I don’t really remember any side *winning* that game much. You see, to win the Hero’s had to capture every last Monster and keep them in custody for the rest of recess; or the Monsters had to *All* be free at the end of recess. I remember Ralph once yelling “We win! We win!!” just as me & some other guy slammed him into the fence and took him custody…narrowly escaping losing! While it may seem like the odds of the Hero’s winning were slim, the Hero’s sometimes being *greatly* outnumbered…all Hero’s were more inclined to work all the harder at the task (think of a dog rounding up sheep…). So often the Hero’s were ahead in the Game at the end of recess. In general, though, it was some form of a draw with some Monsters in custody and some free at the end of recess.
There was one time when I was a Monster and I was bookin’ across the field at TOP SPEED….90-miles-an-hour-for-a-kid…and all (I thought) the capturers were far behind and I was *almost* Home Free [oh yeah, that’s another thing: the tetherball courts on the opposite side of the field as the dugouts were the “Safe Zone” where we went when we absolutely Had to catch our breath. Once a Monster made it there, the Hero’s just took after some other Monster that needed to be caught], but then Billy (the cute boy of the school) came from Nowhere and slid in on my right with his foot out (I think he was just trying to stop when he realized he was going to crash into me at Full Speed), tripping me. This is the one and only time I’ve ever done a full somersault in the air. The entire world rotated all the way around before I landed on my back…fully knocking the wind out of me (which is a scary feeling). This actually didn’t hurt me a bit, but when I got air back I started laughing so hard –partly because the world looked so funny whizzing around like that, partly because I thought it was so funny that Billy just came sliding in from Nowhere, and partly because I was just so happy to still be Alive– that my eyes were watering [any of you who’ve seen me laugh really hard, know about this]. So everyone thought I was crying. Poor Billy was apologizing So Bad and the entire playground gathered around me because they all saw it, and thought I was in some great amount of pain. So they all sortof pulled me over to the recess-teacher…with me laughing so hard I could barely walk or breath…and many kids asking “Is she laughing or crying?” “She’s laughing” “No, she isn’t, she’s crying” etc and me trying to tell them I was laughing but I was laughing too hard. I was finally able to calm down a little and convince the completely confused teacher that I *was* laughing and was Fine. Poor Billy, though! The kid was practically in tears himself thinking he had sent me to my grave. …….

The Game (part III)

Posted in Commentary on December 28, 2010 by gypsygies
The Game – pt III 

You know, around that same time in life we were told that the President was pushing for stricter P.E. courses in schools b’c we kids needed to get more exercise! Actually, though, a thing to note is that our playground was a half-mile across…I know this b’c our P.E. teacher [who was also the Vice-Principle, big mistake] Mr. Capps (“The Evil Master”) was always wanting us to jog across it twice so we had run a mile. But I could never do it. I’d get about half-way across, then be all exhausted and have to walk the rest. But a few minutes later when Recess came. . . maybe Mr. Capps should have observed The Game once or twice…then he would’ve learned to yell “Monster!!” ;)
In general, though, our Game seemed to confuse the teachers b’c, as I said, I was usually a Hero. This meant that I was out there chasing after the boys, and not the other way around. Some Adults tend to view just about everything in some sexual context. I guess they thought the boys were spose to be chasing the girls and picking on them b’c they had crushes on them. But we, The Game players, never paid attention to that sort of stuff. WE just had fun. I draw this from conversations with the teachers in the “Safe Zone” [the teachers were at least smart enough to recognize there was a place we momentarily slowed down] asking me *why* I was chasing the *boys*, why they were chasing each other, what was going on…and me never quite able to explain: –partly b’c I was just catching my breath, and partly b’c as a kid my brain was always racing along much too fast to get all slowed-down with Words! Sometimes my brain still tries to spit things out faster than my mouth will allow and then you see me get all muddled. Occasionally though, it goes the other way around and that’s worse!
Anyway, I just thought I would share a memory of my life to let you break from yours for a moment, but now I must deposit you back in it. I hope I didn’t just waste your time. :) …you may now return to planning your corporate take-overs…

The non-aspirin mystery pill

Posted in Commentary, Uncategorized on December 28, 2010 by gypsygies

The non-aspirin mystery pill….

wow I just went to the front desk where I work and asked for something for a headache…advil? tylenol, maybe? The receptionist pulled a little pill pack out of the company first-aid box.

It’s the least descriptive pill packet I’ve ever seen. It’s labelled “Non-Aspirin” as its apparent name. There isn’t an active ingredients list…is it Ibuprofin? dunno. Acetaminophen?¬†maybe. Crack? could be. All we know is that it’s not Aspirin. The directions for use I also find amusing: “Adults and children 12 years of age or older: 1 or 2 tablets 3 or 4 times daily.” could they be more vague?¬† Really they’re just taking a wild guess, right? They, being the people who packaged it, don’t seem to know what it is or what it does or how effectively. lol

So, if you hear I’ve been hospitalized….

Mom defends letting son dress up as Daphne

Posted in Commentary with tags , on November 5, 2010 by gypsygies

CNN report

A mother in Missouri (of all places!), is amazing enough that she let her 5 year old son dress up as Daphne from Scooby Doo. She states the this is the 2nd year in a row he has wanted to and after ascertaining that yes, this is what he really wants…this year they said “ok then” and got the costume for him. She states that the majority of his classmates and even their parents were ok with it, understood. A few mothers threw a fit.

What gets me is I’m watching this CNN report and this child psychologist is upset because she “outed” her son. I think that psychologist is missing the point *completely* of the word “supportive”. His perspective is that later on in life this photo of him dresses as a girl will hurt him. If he does or does not turn out to be gay (he’s 5 he isn’t anything yet), he’ll later be mortified to be outed already.

But he’s missing this point: the mother doesn’t want her child to ever feel like he has to be “in”. She states upfront that whether or not he turns out to be gay is A-OK. She never wants her child to go through feeling like he has to hide, like there’s something *to* hide, be ashamed of or nervous about. So why would the child have cause, 15 years down the line, to feel “outed” if he was never forced INTO that closet?? She just wants her boy to live in a world without closets. The world may never be like that, but she and her husband can certainly do their part to make sure that their own children do not have to hide.

The psychologist is automatically assuming at some point that child will have something to hide, something they want unknown because it’s “abnormal”. The mother is trying to assure the child it is normal and there’s no need to hide.

And I think it’s absolutely fantastic that her husband, whom she states is a Police Officer (!), is also completely supportive. That’s golden, purely golden. A son who can be whatever he wants, whomever he is, in the loving eyes of both his mother and his father. Right from the get-go.

 

 

one more

Posted in Prose-ish on August 23, 2010 by gypsygies

One more drink
and I’ll call you back
one more, just one more
and I’ll call it off
Another night
a long, long drive
and maybe, just maybe
I’ll fall in love
Turn the key
the one stuck inside of me
must be some way
to find it
Another drink
and I’ll see you there
one more, just once more
I know I have to call it off.

In Truth

Posted in Prose-ish on August 14, 2010 by gypsygies

things click
and then slip
and I can’t quite catch them
fast enough
my mind speeding on
towards whatever infinity
destiny seeks
or obliterates by design
inside of me.
I can see everything at once
by sense or feel
I can touch the whole gram of
“existence”
and yet never construct
or instruct
or in effect
Affect
one single molecular compound
Being.
I Need
what I feel.

but I am never real.