Music…

Veinte Millas

20 Millas

Flans
and Words

Me pides más
Después te vas
Indecisión, contradicción
Tus temores anclados en mi amor

No arriesgas nunca el corazón
Siempre adelante la razón
Robas mis fantasías con tu voz

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a typical afternoon, I sit on a wooden table in our library.  The Ritcher Library, the main library at the University of Miami, sits centrally on campus.  Mere minutes separate this library and our cluster of classrooms and the student union.  Most of us meet in The Zoo, the large meeting room just off the main entrance.  Two walls of this room are lined with windows to the exterior of the building.  Hence any student could glance into The Zoo and see if our friends had yet to arrive.  In the dark days of the late 80’s and early 90’s, e-mail and mobile phones were rare, so we relied on verbal coordination.

The second floor was reserved mostly for periodicals.  My friend Max, short for Marisela, worked at the periodical counter.  I met her in engineering school.  She is bright, soft-spoken, and funny.  She’s Mexican, and we often speak in Spanish.  A short distance from the periodicals sat a small computer lab, reserved mostly for word processing.  I’ll occasionally reboot the computer and run my programming tools instead (Turbo Pascal), finding an alternate place to accomplish my work.

Continue reading “My imperfect romance with language and culture”

Music…

Night in That Land

Shadow of Time

Nightnoise
and Words

[Instrumental]


I spent my early childhood on the sunny island of Puerto Rico.  My dad ran a restaurant which he literally built with his own hands.  It was both our home and our business.  You could walk directly from the street into our dining room, where my mom would seat you in any one of a modest number of tables.  A cigarette vending machine sat to one side, where you could buy packs of cigarettes unsupervised.  Upon entering the coins, you would pull on these long handles as the mechanism loudly dropped the cigarettes onto a bin at the bottom.

A large ice cream machine occupied much of the storefront.  It also served as a counter to greet customers.  It housed large stainless steel cylindrical bins of prepared ice cream and kept them cold and firm.  On the left sat the ice cream maker, with huge oddly shaped metal instruments that looked like medieval torture devices.

Continue reading “A sunny tranquility”

Music…

Radar Love

Moontan

Golden Earring
and Words

I’ve been driving all night, my hands wet on the wheel
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel
It’s my baby calling, says “I need you here”
And it’s a half past four and I’m shifting gear

When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable coming in from above
Don’t need no phone at all

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


Tom shows up in my team one day, decades ago.  He is funny, and we get along fabulously.  He moved from the Chicago area.  Tom and his family are apart on that first Thanksgiving while they wrap up the year, and I invite him to my home for dinner.  This started an enduring friendship.

Once I met his family, I observed his dedication to his wife and sons.  He adored and admired his wife.  He respected and advocated for his kids.  Tom once asked if I would mentor his son.  I would have happily mentored him but ultimately found him a better mentor.  He was the prototypical family man.

Continue reading “Tom is my copilot”

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Angel

Surfacing

Sarah McLachlan
and Words

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


Having attended Catholic school in Puerto Rico, we discussed religion in general and angels in particular.  However, I don’t believe that any of us has a real understanding of what it’s all like, not sufficient enough to truly describe it to someone else.  Those conversations in my youth were more superficial than descriptive.

Years later, I chatted with a friend about trying to describe something common without a frame of reference.  Imagine talking on the phone with someone and needing to distinguish between ‘left’ and ‘right’ without making another reference (like on which side of the street do people drive).  Similarly, how do you describe to a blind person what certain colors look like having never seen them?  I found that talking about religion was often like this.  We had directions to accept certain ideas as truisms, but most discussions were ultimately unfulfilling.

Continue reading “Celestial companion or narcotic?”

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Puerto Rico

Puerto Rico

La Pandilla
and Words

Esta tarde escuché una música
Y he sentido nostalgia pensando el lugar
Donde yo nací, Puerto Rico.
Qué será de mi tierra y mis árboles
Qué será de mi casa cubierta de sol
Mi querido sol, viejo amigo.

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


The sun toasts the pavement on a Puerto Rico afternoon.  The heat and humidity turn the island into a sauna.  On a typical afternoon, my dad closes the doors to our restaurant for siesta.  A siesta is a tradition among Spanish folk where, they shut things down, often to take a nap.

Today, we’d pile into our blue Chevy Nova and go on a drive.  It’s the entire family: both my parents, my sisters, and I.  As the car builds up speed, I roll down the window and plant my face out the opening to enjoy the wind.  I must’ve looked like a dog with their head out the window.

Continue reading “My island beginnings”

Music…

Take on Me

Hunting High and Low

a-ha
and Words

Talking away
I don’t know what I’m to say
I’ll say it anyway
Today is another day to find you
Shying away
I’ll be coming for your love. OK?
Take on me (Take on me)
Take me on (Take on me)
I’ll be gone
In a day or two

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I grew up a child of the 80’s.  The melding of video transformed the experience from merely listening to music to seeing moving images.  I spend hours tuned to MTV, though somewhat in the background.  We never got the “stereo hookup” that they kept pushing on the commercials.  I imagine they were merely RCA outputs that piped that signal from the television through your stereo.  It was just as well, as the televisions in our house were either large console television, about the size of a fireplace, or a modest 13″ set that sat in my bedroom.  Their speakers were tinny and miserable, but they resembled the washed-out screens that flashed those grainy images.

I discovered music alternating between preset stations on the radio and whatever played on MTV.  My sisters and I were fascinated by the videos.  For weeks, the VJ’s spoke about Rick Springfield’s video premiere for “Don’t Talk to Strangers”, to which we tuned intently.  We imagined it would be a monumental event from all the hype; we didn’t anticipate it would be literally just the playing of the video and then promptly on to the next video…  No other videos by Rick Springfield, nor interviews.  We were more perplexed than disappointed.

Continue reading “Slowly learning that life is okay”

Music…

Amanda

Third Stage

Boston
and Words

Babe, tomorrow’s so far away
There’s something I just have to say
I don’t think I could hide what I’m feelin’ inside
Another day, knowin’ I love you

And I, I’m getting too close again
I don’t wanna see it end
If I tell you tonight, would you turn out the lights
And walk away knowin’ I love you?

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a fall weekend morning in 1986, I pack my 1966 Mustang, my new-for-me car to the brim, but it still couldn’t contain all the things I needed.  My family, my mom and sisters, packed the remainder of my belongings.  Next, we embarked on a nearly hour-long trip down the coast to Coral Gables.  I drove south on I-95, the familiar freeway that travels all the way up the East Coast, down to where it ends; it empties onto US-1.  Finally, we arrive at our destination, a couple of blocks off US-1.  I pull into the unfamiliar parking lot, lock the car, and walk to the front desk of Pearson Hall.

The desk bustled with chaotic activity; to this day, I don’t know how I got situated.  I gave them my name and it started from there.  The young people, likely other students, simply cross-referenced me in lists on clipboards.  They efficiently found my dorm room, handed me a key, and gave me directions.  My dorm room was in the 1R wing; it sat between the ground floor and the second floor, up half a flight of stairs.

Continue reading “The chaotic beginnings of higher education”

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Highway to Hell

Highway to Hell

AC/DC
and Words

Livin’ easy
Lovin’ free
Season ticket on a one way ride

Askin’ nothin’
Leave me be
Takin’ everything in my stride

Don’t need reason
Don’t need rhyme
Ain’t nothin’ I’d rather do

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I spent the summer before my senior year in Miami.  However, I didn’t sit surfside on the beach as you might expect; I spent it in a classroom.  I spent the school year sharpening my skills at mathematics and programming.  I didn’t know what I’d be doing with it; I simply knew that I was good at it, and I enjoyed it.  In the mid 1980’s there were really only two activities for computers:  games and word processing.  And really, we had game consoles for the former as well.  There were a handful of us who opened the inches of documents in three-ring binders that came with computers.  We meticulously looked at these tomes and cryptic references to something called BASIC, and that’s how we started programming. 

Truthfully, I didn’t even know about the summer program.  Ms. Barba, one of my teachers, pulls me aside and mentions it to me, she encouraged me to apply.  I don’t even remember the application; I honestly think that she simply wrote me a glowing letter of recommendation or perhaps placed a phone call.  This is the same teacher who guilted me about cutting school too frequently years before, “Mr. Wong, you’re out of school more often than you’re in school.”  However, she watched me changed course over the two years that followed.  I’m eternally thankful for her faith in me.

Continue reading “Paved with good intentions”

Music…

Only You

13 Reasons Why (A Netflix Original Series Soundtrack)

Selena Gomez
and Words

Looking from the window above
It’s like a story of love.
Can you hear me?
Came back only yesterday,
Moving farther away.
Want you near me.
All I needed was the love you gave.
All I needed for another day
And all I ever knew;
Only you.

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


Years ago, I heard there was some hoopla about a show on Netflix as it established its own streaming platform; its name was 13 Reasons Why.  While I heard that there was some controversy about its content, I intentionally avoided reading about it until I had an opportunity to watch it.  I absentmindedly put it on my list as I continued to watch other shows, where it stayed dormant until I was ready.

It would not disappoint.  The show starts and ends with a warning about its content, that it talks about teenage suicide.  Sadly, one concern is that there would be copycat suicides, and yes, tragically that does occur.  The warning upon starting the episode is absolutely appropriate; it spins of a haunting tale of a young woman as she ends her life.  Watching each situation may break your heart or lead you to celebrate.  Though going through it from beginning to end was distressing.  If you have yet to watch it, you absolutely should.  It is that good.

Continue reading “An unexpected flashback”

Music…

Slip Slidin’ Away

The Essential Paul Simon

Paul Simon
and Words

Slip slidin’ away
Slip slidin’ away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away

I know a man
He came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown
He said Delores
I live in fear
My love for you’s so overpowering I’m afraid that I will disappear

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


I fell in love in the spring of 1982.  This love oscillates in ardor since then, but it endures.  That love was for the game of baseball.  Before that, I knew nothing about the game, save some basic mechanics.  I didn’t even know how to read the line score.  The letters R, H and E atop the numbers were a mystery.

A major league team had done dismally the previous year, next to last in their division.  The Atlanta Braves had no reason to believe that their fortunes would change in 1982, until it did.  It started with the insignificant practice games of spring training.  Some would claim that it was a fluke.  It was merely momentum that carried their winning ways into the regular season.  It carried them to a 13-0 record.  This baseball team, the target of some jokes, broke the record for most wins starting a season.

Continue reading “A dark abyss with the boys of summer”