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Echoes - Letters to Jessie

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  Myspace Blog 08/22/2007 Memories - The First Kiss (July, 1998) Current mood: contemplative This would be our third date, really our third date in a row, since we ended up trying to see each other every day while I was in school, and made it about two weeks without a break. In any case, we met again after class at her apartment on 13th street. We spent the entire afternoon walking all over San Diego, since neither of us had a car, and today we really didn't feel like taking the trolley anywhere. We talked for hours, about anything and everything, about favorite flowers, life in the city, life in the country, life in a perfect world. I think we both decided that we wanted to live in the mountains, undisturbed with our children, but with a huge city just over the hill so that we would always have something fascinating to do. We kept on walking along talking about the people we saw, and what their lives must be like. We stopped at the Baja Grill and had seafood tacos. Needless to say...

Echoes - Meeting Jessie

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  Myspace blog 08/22/2007 Memories - Meeting  Jessie  (July, 1998) Current mood: mellow It's odd how the most mundane events and scenes preclude some of the most significant things.  I was on the trolley in San Diego, returning from window shopping for a Playstation game with a friend from class, a guy from the Coast Guard that was taking the same micro-miniature electronic repair course that I was.  In the car ahead of us, I heard someone making a crude joke about Marines; something about a recruit following a horse in a parade.  Whatever it was, it made me laugh out loud, which caused the girl telling the joke to turn around.  She was a tiny redhead, beautiful and friendly and flirty and WAY out of my league.  All the same, she gave me a genuine smile, as if to say thank you.  Of course, the Marines she was telling the joke to didn't see as much humor in it, but what can you say for that breed? A few minutes later, the trolley got to my sto...

Echoes - Jessie's eulogy.

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 This was originally posted to Myspace, and already a kind of a reposting then.  The entry has a bit of context added, though, so I'm going to keep the extra layer. Myspace  Blog 11/18/2007 Notes Josh Byram   < jbyram22@gmail.com > Mar 12, 2011, 1:31 PM to  jbmemoryticker Man, does it echo in here? Current mood: nostalgic Well, so far this morning I've done nothing besides reorganize a bit of my hard drive storage.  With more than a terabyte on 4 different drives, it's gotten out of hand.  I've cleaned out nearly 60 GB today in dupes and stuff that I no longer need. Along the way, I came across a digital copy of Jessie's eulogy.  Oddly enough, it really hasn't made me sad to re-read it, and it's re-reminded me of a few portions of her life that I'd let myself forget.  It's funny, because I'm actually re-reading "Eon", by Greg Bear, which, among other things, describes a form of meditation called Talsit.  The description boils down...