Back

I’m back from Massachusetts and everything. It was all pretty depressing, as you might expect, but it was good to see my family and everyone else while I was there. The church ended up being over capacity - I think it says something good about you when your memorial service is standing room only.

I haven’t read my mail in days. It’s a pretty good feeling. Similarly: yesterday afternoon I had the chance to devote insane hours to playing Warcraft, as I usually do on the weekends, but I gave up after a while and let Chris play, because I wasn’t really in the mood. Who knew?

I gather we’re in for another couple days of horrible snow. As predicted, now that we’ve had a couple of snowstorms, I’m completely tired of snow and would like to go back to the endless weeks of snowless cold we were having before. It wouldn’t be so bad if there were snow days for work, I guess.

Finally: Beard Papa

On Wednesdays (formerly Thursdays) I usually go have drinks with my NYU crew, so I’m in that neck of the woods pretty frequently. I noticed a while back that one of the storefronts on Broadway near Astor - I think it used to be a Sunglass Hut - has become a Beard Papa. In fact, it looks like it’s been there since September.

Anyway, the gist of all this is that I hadn’t yet tried a Beard Papa pipin’ hot cream puff, because it has never seemed like the kind of thing one should eat before drinking, and usually by the time I’m done drinking, I have forgotten entirely about cream puffs and am just looking for the nearest cab. But last night I left on the early side, since I had to get up early this morning and pack for my trip to Massachusetts. Since I wasn’t even a little drunk when I left (okay, maybe a little), I wandered into Beard Papa and wandered out with a box of cream puffs, which Chris and I (mostly I) devoured when I got home. Delicious!

Posting will be sketchy for the next couple days, as I’m heading to Massachusetts tonight and my grandfather’s memorial service is tomorrow. My parents have cable, of course, but generally when I’m at their place I like to take a little break from all of the Internets. We’ll see.

Etc

First, I want to thank everyone at once for all the really thoughtful email I’ve been getting. A number of you wrote to say that it sounds like my grandfather was a wonderful man, which he was. I’m sad that he’s gone, but happy that he was such an important part of my life and that I got to say my goodbyes last weekend. I’ll be heading back to Massachusetts tomorrow for the memorial service on Friday, but I have already spent the past few days just remembering him.

To sort of switch gears for a minute: Chris is looking for a new gig, so if your company needs the services of a talented and experienced developer, send me a line and we’ll hook you up with a resume. Relocation isn’t really an option, so this would be something in the NYC area, or something where he could work remotely.

My Grampa

So: my grandfather died on Saturday night. We kind of had some warning and I was able to get to Massachusetts on Friday to see him, and I’m really grateful for that. As you can imagine I am feeling glum and not very talkative, so I’m just going to share the obituary that ran in our local paper:

Dana Adams Story, historian, shipbuilder and chronicler of Essex, Massachusetts delighted in the rich daily life and characters of small-town New England.

Dana loved people, loved to talk with people - especially the older people with stories to pass on - and loved to write down and share their humor, colloquialisms, and endearing eccentricities with others.

Without ever seeming rushed, he managed to pack into his 85 years all of the traditional commitments and satisfactions of small-town life: the hard work of running a shipyard and later a yacht yard; the deep involvement in church and town affairs as vestryman, churchwarden, selectman, planning board member, and chief of the auxiliary fire department; the raising of three children with his wife Margaret, and still have time to write books, become an accomplished photographer, musician, lecturer, and raconteur.

As he grew older, his daily progress through the center of town to the post office served as a reminder to younger residents of Essex of all that was dying away in small town life, where stopping to chat with friends and neighbors was a civility that deepened one’s connection to and affection for the community.

He was the son of Arthur Dana Story, builder of the iconic Gloucester fishing schooners Columbia, Gertrude Thebaud, and Henry Ford, and the most prolific shipbuilder in a long line of Essex builders. Dana, as the 6th generation Story to run a shipyard in the historic shipyard location now occupied by the Essex Shipbuilding Museum, told the stories of his family’s and town’s work in Frame Up!, Hail Columbia!, and Growing Up in a Shipyard, focusing on the days when the “gang” still worked outside six days a week sun-up to sunset all year round, with breaks for grog and some story-telling, no doubt.

Even as quite a young man, he recognized that the Essex shipyards of his youth were something special - never to be seen again in this country - and resolved to document them. He began taking a notebook on his visits to the men who had worked at the Story and James shipyards and started a life-long quest to catalog the vessels, the technology, and the people of the 300-year shipbuilding history. The Shipbuilders of Essex, Building the Blackfish, and The Building of a Wooden Ship followed.

He graduated from Essex High School in 1936 and studied naval architecture at MIT. During the Second World War he worked as a naval draughtsman at the W.A. Robinson Shipyard in Ipswich where landing craft, wooden minesweepers, and tugboats were built, but where no trace remains of the shipyard today. He also worked at Sun Shipbuilding and Drydock Company in Wilmington, Delaware. Returning to Essex after the war, he built wooden fishing draggers for the Gloucester fishery at the old family yard until post-war inflation and the decline of wooden shipbuilding eventually led to his turning it into a yacht yard. He built some boats there in the 1950s, but didn’t resume full-time boatbbuilding until 1971. With his son, Brad, he built boats there until his retirement in 1984.

During the tough economic times for wooden shipbuilding he worked as a professional photographer, as a laborer with the town DPW, and as sexton at the Essex Congregational Church, where he was proud to ring the Paul Revere bell. In the early 1960s he took a night job at the Bethlehem Steel drydock to keep his boatbuilders paid through the lean months.

After the Essex Shipbuilding Museum opened he was pleased to donate many shipyard tools and artifacts as well as his collection of thousands of shipyard photographs. He had an encyclopedic mind for historical detail and enjoyed serving as consultant to Mystic Seaport in the restoration of the schooner L.A. Dunton, and from time to time, assisting curators at the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem. In recent years he advised Harold Burnham, scion of another ancient Essex shipbuilding family, when Burnham built the schooner Thomas E. Lannon outdoors, in the traditional way, on the old shipyard property.

His mother, Ruby Adams Story, came from a family with as rich a history with trains as the Storys had with shipbuilding. In the last few years Story edited his grandfather Philip Tyler Adams’s diaries and published them in December, 2004: Daily except Sundays: The Diaries of a Nineteenth Century Locomotive Engineer.

He took great pleasure in so many things: in his walks through Essex; in trucks and fire engines of all sorts; in his music - he played the B flat bass horn, the piano accordian, the organ, and the piano, and sang in the Ascension Church choir; and especially, in his family. He is survived by his wife of 63 years, Margaret, his son Brad Story, a sculptor in Essex, Massachusetts, his daughter Christine Story Day, of Ipswich, Massachusetts, and four grandchildren, Peter Day of Addison, Vermont, Edith Day of Big Bear, California, and Emma Story and Isaac Taylor, both of New York City. He was predesceased by his nine half brothers and sisters and his son, Richard Story, of Geneseo New York.

Today

Not a ton going on right now. I know all the Warcraft stuff is probably super boring to read about for those of you who don’t play - the solution of course is that you should play. But yeah, don’t think I don’t realize how weird it must sound to non-gamers that I used to spend most of my free time doing normal twentysomething things like drinking and, um, reading philosophy papers, and now I spend most of it playing one particular video game. I have friends who’ve been completely absorbed by MMO’s before, and I admit that I always thought it was totally bizarre and a little pathetic at the time, but now I completely understand. My addiction isn’t the kind that’s going to lead to skipping work or a decline in my personal hygene, but I can totally see how it can be like that for some people. It’s possible that I’ll stop playing so much when I hit the level cap with my character - or it’s possible that I’ll just start a new character and lose another couple months of free time. I am aware that I’m almost never on irc these days, and that I’ve become even worse at answering email. Let’s hope that’s the worst thing that comes out of all this.

Other than that, life is good. As the weather has gotten a little warmer, I have started to realize that it’s been nearly a year since I graduated from NYU - it doesn’t feel like that at all. Somehow it feels like this is just a really long summer break that hasn’t ended yet. I still miss being a student very much and am still thinking about grad school. I haven’t applied yet, mostly because I don’t see a way right now for me to do the grad school thing, at least financially. Chris and I can afford our apartment only because we both work, and even with the money I’d get if I enrolled in a PhD program I don’t think we’d be able to make ends meet. Plus I’ve still got my undergrad student loan to pay off, although it’s not a huge amount of money. Academically, on the other hand, I do think I’m ready for grad school. I was a little burned out by the time I made it through my senior year, but I feel like I’ve recovered from that and I’m itching to get back into that kind of work. As for whether it would be computer science or philosophy - that’s something I still haven’t decided yet, so it’s probably just as well I can’t afford it right now.

I bought a Cranes album yesterday and have been listening to it since - it’s fucking fantastic. I’ve heard them before, of course, mostly in clubs and other people’s cars, but I’ve never owned any of their material. It reminds me of the first time I heard The Smiths. I want to go smoke cloves and think about death.

Notes

Twice now, either on my way to work or on my way home, I have encountered these orange stickers with ridiculous white power messages (”SAVE EARTH’S MOST ENDANGERED SPECIES: THE WHITE RACE,” and so on) on the walls next to the escalators in the Roosevelt Island subway station. The first time I saw them, my instinct was just to tear them off the wall - but since the only way to reach the wall is to be on the (moving) escalator next to it, this is easier said than done. Putting a sticker up is a much quicker task than scraping it off. Luckily, I carry a small cache of idiot stickers in my bag for just this sort of occasion. I don’t condone defacing subway stations in general, but I also don’t think I’m alone in preferring an idiot sticker to something referring to my fellow RI residents in the most unflattering (and illogical) terms imaginable.

Happy Birthday, Again

Now We Are SixIt’s that time again: my site is now six years old, if you can believe it. I certainly can’t. I think it’s safe to say that 2005 has so far been the Year That Warcraft Devoured Whole - who knows what I’ll be saying this time next year.

This is a good opportunity to read through my embarrassing archives - friends and coworkers, I’m talking to you. What better way to make fun of me than to bring up bits from my oh-so-tragic goth kid past? I’ve actually thought about getting rid of everything more than a year old, but honestly, I just feel so distant from the stuff I was writing when I was nineteen that it barely even makes me cringe anymore. The really awful stuff predates the point at which I started archiving everything, at least.

That’s not to say I’m ready to whip out the black lipstick and turn this site back into GothBlog. I’m sure you’re all more interested in the trials and tribulations of my Warcraft character, right?

Cupid, Etc

Chris and I opted for a fairly low-key Valentine’s Day this year. Yes, there were flowers, and chocolate (and all the rest of it) - but it’s also pouring rain out and we both have work tomorrow. Sometimes it is better to stay home and eat coffee ice cream and look at the view instead of trudging out into the crappy weather because everyone else is doing it, too.

So There

Since we’re showing off our mounts, I’d like to introduce you all to the bastard cat that cost me 90 gold (and who I love almost as much as I love Tigger, the other bastard cat):

mount

And here’s my character without the mount, so that you can admire the armor I’m about to sell in favor of new armor with marginally better stats that looks like a circus clown crapped on it:

armor

Just, You Know, FYI

I will say this: I am by no stretch of the imagination a huge Beck fan, although it’s not like I hate him. But the Hell Yes EP is the best thing in the entire world, mostly. It leaves me hungering to find replacement NES controllers and hook up my baby for some SMB, for sure.