Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Engraving

Equal Love, Equal Rights

photo by Carlos Andres Varela

My wife and I were having what we call in my family as a "scientific discussion" at Tiffany's the other day. Which date should we engrave in our wedding rings? The digits commemorating our legal marriage in West Hollywood this summer, or those of our recent, more spiritual (and certainly more theatrical) nuptials in Times Square? What a lovely dilemma, right? Except that she wants to reject the California dates because California voters rejected us as a class of people. She's got a point.

While we honeymooned in New York, having voted by mail in L.A. County weeks earlier, our joy in the Obama victory was crushed by the news of the passage of Prop 8. When I got the final results on my phone in a store and burst into tears, the salesperson behind the counter was at a loss for words. Only the consoling arms of my wife helped. We can do that on the Upper West side of Manhattan - be affectionate in a normal, everyday couple way. Now that we're back in Hollywood, I'm scared of any PDA. Knowing that the majority of my neighbors - and I mean my immediate neighbors, like next door - voted to take away my rights, infuriates and terrifies me. These are people who actually know us, yet still voted against us.

I have often wondered why I came to L.A. exactly when I did. Joining the WGA, just in time for the Strike. Falling in love, just in time for the CA Supreme Court's landmark decision on marriage equality. I think I was meant to be here for these historic struggles. To literally change my point of view from East to West. To meet these people and these things and grow in these ways.

I can't be bitter about it. I GOT TO MARRY THE WOMAN I LOVE! Twice. Both are the happiest days of my life. And California played a large part in our couple history, so 08.16.08 goes on my ring. The NYC date's on hers. And together we can fight for our rights in all states of the union, because I agree with our new president, that "All things are possible."

Monday, December 31, 2007

Obits

Here are the obituaries for Grandpa Sam, Aunt Mim & Seth:



From Today's Washington Post, a nice article -
Samuel Snyder, 96; Broke Codes And Designed Early Computers



NY Times -
Miriam Borko



NY Times -
Seth Palmer

Friday, December 28, 2007

They always come in 3's

I'm leaving one shiva house for another. Today my grandfather died. Granpa Sam. My last remaining grandparent. First Miriam Borko, then Seth Palmer and now Sam Snyder. These deaths always come in 3's. My sister said to me yesterday that it must seem to me like I leave the East Coast and then something awful happens to a loved one. It doesn't just seem that way, it actually happens that way, unfortunately. Not to jinx my whole L.A. existence, but it IS an eerie pattern; one which I'd like to stop repeating immediately, please.



I picked up the flute because of my Grandpa Sam. And thought computers were cool because of him. And watched him surf the tsunami that was my Grandma Pat's personality. But that's just a fraction of my memories and love. 96 years of amazing gone.



There's just a lot of ache where Mim & Seth & Sam used to be. Sucky sucky week.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Red Eye

I took the red eye. I'm back East in the worst way possible. On Dec. 22 both my Great Aunt Mim and my good friend Seth died. Mim was just one day shy of her 92nd birthday and Seth was way too young fighting leukemia. Both their funerals are this morning, Xmas Eve. I wish I could attend both. I can't do either of them justice here; just to say I am heartbroken at the loss and grateful for the laughs, love and wisdom we shared. I hate the Mourner's Kaddish.

Friday, November 30, 2007

I am so many people...

New Yorker.  - just spent my last night in my NYC pad for the next 2 years. (I miss it already.)



Aunt. - just created a play in one hour with my nieces and nephew which we performed 1.5 times in one night. (It was a hit.)



Writer. - just checked-in with my lead actress/producer after the 1st day of shooting in NYC on my latest script. (All went well.)



Daughter. - just shopped for provisions for my parents in the wake of an orthpaedic mishap. (Everyone will be OK.)



Peace Child. - just arrived at the 25th Anniversary Reunion of Peace Child (it's my 20th anniversary) and hung out with many old and far-away friends, like Ella & her daughter Dasha (pictured below) all the way from Moscow. Last time I saw Ella was in Baltimore in 1988, clutching my white graduation dress, in which she went on to get married. (Many more emotional reunions to come tomorrow...)



Dasha V., Ella V., Dasha S.



Just to name a few...





How many more people will I be tomorrow?

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Hall of Honor

Grandpa Sam inducted into NSA Hall of Honor
NSA Deputy Director John C. Inglis, Samuel S. Snyder, Carolyn Snyder

photo by Joel Snyder



I've tried to disavow some of my geek heritage, mostly to claim a purely artistic path in this world. Truth be told, I have a rich personal history rooted in 1's and 0's, mine being just the latest in the family line. Today my grandpa Sam, that's Samuel S. Snyder, was inducted into the NSA Hall of Honor for his instrumental work in breaking the Japanese codes in WWII and developing one of the first computers for the government. My uncle Joel recounts it well here, with pictures.



I couldn't be more proud, Grandpa. [You saved the world, so I could blog about it. Thank you. ;-)]



From the official docs:



"MR. SAMUEL S. SNYDER made significant contributions to the development
of the modern computer, as we know it, as well as its specific
applications to cryptologic problems.




"Samuel Snyder began his career as an 'assistant cryptographic clerk'
with the U.S. Army's Signal Intelligence Service in 1936. He was one of
the first ten employees in that organization, which was a predecessor
to NSA. During World War II, he led large teams that exploited Japanese
army cryptosystems.




"Noticing that use of sorting machines for cryptanalytic support was
haphazard, Snyder suggested a more systematic approach to William
Friedman, and Friedman tasked him with developing it. Snyder's
innovations made special-purpose devices a strong asset in rapid
wartime exploitation of enemy communications.




"After the war, Snyder carefully researched what was known about the
new field of computing and in 1952 was instrumental in designing and
building ABNER, a then-sophisticated computer that took advantage of
advanced technology.




"During the 1950s, Snyder conducted in-house research and worked with
outside contractors to design and build three more powerful systems.
The last of these was HARVEST, one of the first general-purpose
computers. HARVEST greatly expanded NSA's computing capabilities, but
also had significant influence on the commercial computer market.




"In 1964 Snyder became an information systems specialist for the
Library of Congress and was one of the creators of the library's
Machine Readable Cataloging (MARC) system for bibliographic data. This
became an international standard for data sharing in research.




"Samuel Snyder's pioneering work in early computers led directly to the
development of the computer as we know it, and laid the foundation for
many aspects of the modern computing industry."

Monday, September 24, 2007

Annual Mileage

I spent the holiest day of the year contemplating my life while driving to the dealership to get my 5,000 mile tune-up. It had been 316 days since I "moved" to L.A. In quotes because I've been in the Jet Blue NeverNeverLand of bicoastal limbo for most of those moons.



All the milestones of Los Angeles - getting a car, an apartment, a writing gig - didn't wed me to this place like I thought they would. Then I thought "Once my girlfriend and cat join me out West, THEN I'll really be here." But packing up my NYC apartment to sublet two weeks ago was a terribly final act. Now each trip East will be a visit, not to "Home." The day we left with packed bags felt like the true Yom Kippur. I surveyed the eerily empty space and thought of the loved ones lost, the loved ones ill, the loved ones far away and the amends I need to make. During the High Holy Days I write up a list, New Year's resolutions of sorts. This year I scribbled mine, behind schedule, while sitting in Toyota of Orange's service waiting room.



I began 5768 with family and the big move, only to fall down en route to an important meeting and be whisked away in an ambulance. I'm not a fan of hospitals, but at least nothing was broken and I got a nifty pair of crutches that my sweetie insisted I actually use.
knee_officeknee wrap
Immobile on the couch, I got a chance to catch up on Tivo and contemplate being inscribed in the Book of Life for the coming year. Mostly, I just prayed that my ailing friends and family recover and return to life in all senses. And that no more of my beloved pets would perish in the near future. It's been a bumpy 5,000+ miles.



You know what was at the end of this stormy Yom Kippur? A freakin' rainbow over the 101. Now THAT'S the way to start off the year right.



rainbow

Monday, July 30, 2007

Popular





My nieces are featured Wicked fans in this Philly Inquirer article! While they fancy themselves as Glinda and Elphaba, I think they're both popular now, what with the article and all...





Another person close to my heart is getting some exposure: my Sweetie Sonora stars in a short film called "BPS." It's a top ten finalist in the 72 Hour Shootout and
the AZN (Asian Network) has posted all 64 entries for the audience
favorite award. They were nominated for best screenplay and most original screenplay.

Help make them the audience favorite by voting for them HERE!




Me? I'm underexposed as of late... ;-)

Friday, May 4, 2007

1,000 words

So much has been happening lately, lets just go mostly with the pictures, since I'm short on the 1,000+ words to describe it all.



This is a view from inside the new building at MICA (Maryland Institute College of the Arts) on opening night of the MD Film Festival. Dig the onlooking reflected posters.
Poster faces in the hall of MICA
Why the inside of MICA? Because of these three gentlemen:


Leon, Dan & Nathaniel
Leon Fleisher, Dr. Daniel Drachman and Nathaniel Kahn - all key players in the making of "Two Hands," which was one of the opening night shorts.



This trip back had happy things: the MD Film Fest and visiting family, like my cousin Emerie, who is doing a rousing job staring in the ensemble of Arena Stage's "The Heidi Chronicles."




emerie's headshot



And my two sweeties together:



sonora & orpheus lounge in the office



It also had sad things, like the memorial for my beloved theater professor Joe Patenaude.



This is the door to Joe's office at Drew University.



Joe's Door w/Joe...



This is some of my fellow theatre arts alumni - notice how they taught half of us to keep our eyes closed for the photograph.



Dan, the Gov & Alumni



My favorite republican, Gov. Tom Kean & I... The first student show he saw as prez was my first play, "Gaijin." We've had a mutual admiration society going on ever since.



Me & the Gov




It was healing, though, to walk on the campus again and see the beautiful new Arts building - of which I'm totally jealous (we had to rough it in The Commons, a blackbox, and Bowne, a converted gymnasium).



Dorothy Young Center for the Arts



From Drew's college in the forest, to Baltimore's oddities...



noodly_hon



Filling up on the East Coast to last me a while on the West.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Silver Lining

Sitting in the ER in the middle of the night, staring up at the fluorescent lighting of the exam room at this:



hospital clouds
Not the storm clouds it felt like at first; they turned into the silver lining of the ordeal.



Hospitals, both animal and human, are not where I want to spend any time with loved ones. I have a complicated and unhappy association with them. I'm usually there for painful reasons. TV commercials would have you believe that everyone walks out of their institution with a new lease on life. Sometimes people do. I've been that lucky person before, but it's not the norm in my experience. Some things about hospitals and their environs seem universal, though:
- They all smell of antiseptic and illness.
- Not known for beauty lighting.
- Magnets for the best and worse human impulses.



I've had the misfortune of being around them a lot lately - for my back, for my cat, and for my sweetie. Some other universalities struck me in this setting:
- The power of touch to comfort.
- The habit of hiding pain from our loved ones.
- The terrifying vulnerability of bodies and emotions.



And lessons that keep on getting learned:
- Kindness is a necessity.
- The "right thing to do" is never so apparent as such.
- Err on the side of Love.



Silver linings aren't cheap or easy by any measure, but they're there...

Monday, March 19, 2007

When it rains...

It's been a rough week+.
- My beloved theater professor Joe Patenaude died suddenly, far too young. Joe made me show up for my life and my art, no excuses, all while making me smile.
- My Great Uncle Sidney died, after a long loving life. I wish I had had the priveledge of knowing him better.
- My oldest cat is now seriously ill. I fear a repeat of my turtle's demise from a broken heart due to a far-away Mommy.
- My Sweetie's having a tough stint at school. I wish I was there to hold her hand in person.
- My health's been put the test. But when isn't it?
And I'm on the other side of the country.



Good things come in torrents, too. I'm just in the middle of a terrible downpour of the painful kind at the moment. So, you'll forgive me if I haven't found something to love about L.A. this week. I'll get back on that track when the mourning is over.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Thanksgiving out West

Sitting here watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV (all 13" of it off of Craig's List) gives me a little reprieve from the West Coast. It brings up giddy memories of watching the inflation of the parade balloons, tethered on the Upper West Side by the AMNH, thousands of kids agog at the nearness of a gigantic Kermit. Me agog, too.

There's Ballet Hispanico - they're on my block on the UWS! There's Sesame Workshop, my former awesome workplace. Big Bird looks a little deflated... My friend Liz Warner used to work the parade every year, putting around in a golf cart up & down the route with dignitaries in tow. Now Liz is here in L.A. as a morning DJ for 103.1 FM, and a friendly presence for me.

I've been in L.A. for 2 weeks, now. I've got an apartment, a car, (most) furniture, food, non-working cable TV and an intermittent internet connection. And a neighbor across the way with a rooster (and attendent chickens) that crows starting around 4am, and then whenever he feels like it after that. My immediate neighbors have all been incredibly nice and helpful and welcoming. I've also got great friends, new and old, who've been looking out for me as I take my first baby steps in the City of Angels.

As I spent the past 3 days in misery and anger on the phone w/Time Warner Cable on my upstairs neighbor's borrowed phone (I've only got my NYC mobile phone, so when I call the L.A. TWC, the message says "It appears that you are calling from a number outside of California, please hang up and try the East Coast number. Click.), on hold for hours, complaining about no-show technichians and their general lack of service, I realize that as flawed as they are on the East Coast, at least they answer the phone in under 30 minutes and show up for appointments. The Angelenos to whom I bemoan this eggregious behavior aren't surprised at all. Every one of them, nonplussed, explains that there really isn't a concept of customer service out here. Oy!

I made the most of my time, while waiting 8am-6pm for technicians everyday, by building furniture, cooking/baking and putting up curtains. Setting up a home here just makes me long for the one that's already set-up back there, and the gorgeous talented redhead who's baking cookies in it. If my internet connection decides to stay mostly "on," I'll video-conference with my sweetie and family, all gathered together in Baltimore. If I can't be with them, at least they can be with each other. I'll be with family friends from synagogue back in Baltimore, who are kindly taking me in. As my new neighbor Guin said "You're a Thanksgiving orphan, huh?"

I know I'll start thinking of this place as home eventually (the comfy new mattress helps), but for now, I'm counting the days - 7 - until I go back to NYC, my adult home. I need my family, my sweetie, my pets, my friends. I need my fill of the East Coast. Withdrawal is a bitch. And I'm thankful for the heartache of it all, and the means to pursue my dreams.

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Family Resemblance

Elaine & SolEmily & Leo
Aunt Elaine & my father as kids AND another big sister and brother goofing around 2 generations later - Emily & Leo

I've been sifting through old family photos and scannning them for posterity. I'm suppossed to have been doing this for years, now, but something more urgent always intrudes on documenting my vast family tree. I only got this last batch done because there was a deadline: my Aunt Elaine's Oregon memorial service this past weekend. I didn't attend, but my parents did, and my mother read my Blog Entry tribute to her in my stead as some of the scanned photos flashed behind.

Elaine BorkoJudy Snyder
Who's the Mom? Both. My Mother as a kid, and my sister as a kid.

I find myself most drawn to images of my father as a child. We've only seen a few choice photos of his youth over the years, but the latest batch my Aunt Carolyn mailed to me was a treasure trove of goofball and formal poses of all my aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents - even a few of my sister & I. It never stops to amaze me when I see the same eyes staring back from an antique picture and a modern shot of my nieces and nephew.

Dasha in collegeAbigail in the old house
The Tanta (years before Abigail's birth) and her vivacious first niece

Do our bodies naturally find the same poses, our faces contort into the same genetic smiles, our familial spirits steal out of the eyes? I know that I hold my chin in my hand identically to my father, and I see the same gestures in my cousins - so it's a trait with deeper roots than my immediate blood, but perhaps a learned/observed behaviour passed on in practice rather than a double helix.

I know that many an ill-health gene made it down the family line, too many to count, unfortunately - and some I hope that never make it, too. I've had more than my fair share of illness, but I just assume that the gene for Endometriosis probably sits on the same chromosome as the gene for screenwriting. They're DNA neighbors for better or worse. I believe that holds true for all my creative, health-hobbled relatives. Breast cancer must be next to the drawing gene in my Aunt Elaine. Bad-back/slipped disk disease snuggled-up next to the designing experiments gene in my father. And on and on. My only hope is that fewer medically disastrous genes make their way to the next generation. So that my nieces and nephew are left with only the spark of creation and the good health to stoke its flames - and that same smile passed down from Snyder & Borko to Kastenberg and beyond.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Sing Along


Fred belts it out with a little moral & vocal support from me

My girlfriend kept asking me "What do you want for your birthday?" and I kept replying "A really good party." She was focussing on a physical present, and so was I, but of a different sort. Yesterday, after dozens of friends and family showed up to sing out and chow down at my Karaoke Birthday Bash (thanks to Karaoke Champ and Liz Dahmen), she got it.

I've been waiting for nearly my entire adult life to be healthy enough to grab the microphone and sing out strong, with the cheering from friends and family as the ultimate bonus. I got the hard-sell in LA to move out to the West Coast and capitalize on the momentum of the Lab and my script. Now that I'm finally able, it's time to make the move and work my brain to the max in pursuit of my writing career. It's oddly exhilerating and terrifying to contemplate the move, even if temporary. Didn't I just make fun of LA in The D Word...? Not to mention the logistics of apartments, pets and girlfriend. Oh yeah, and I've got a ton of spec scripts to write before I even get there and attempt to land an agent, get staffed on a show and raise funds for my next film. All minor technicalities...

Monday, July 17, 2006

Respite


Dasha & Kermit (the Frog, that is...on the Walk of Fame)
to
Dasha & Cousin (Steve, that is...in Santa Barbara)


Profound thoughts on the end of the whole LA experience to come soon - when I get back to NYC.

Friday, July 7, 2006

Notice Every Tree...

"Look at all the things you've done for me:
Opened up my eyes,
Taught me how to see,
Notice every tree -
Understand the light -
Concentrate on now."

Stephen Sondheim, Sunday in the Park with George

My Aunt Elaine Hodges died on June 27 of breast cancer. She was an amazing lady, and I miss her terribly.

As a scientific illustrator at the Smithsonian for over 30 years, she squinted into a microscope, then painstakingly replicated what she saw with pen and paper - capturing every hair on the leg of a wasp. When I was a kid, my aunt & her job at the Museum of Natural History meant that my class, on field trip to D.C., got to have a glimpse behind the scenes of the great wonders of the Smithsonian. She and my uncle Ron, an entymologist, would shepherd us all to the "Oh My's!" - drawers full of brilliant specimens of moths and butterlfies from around the globe that the public never got to see. She insisted that looking at something was fine, but you really had to concentrate to SEE something in it's entirety to really appreciate it - be it a bee or person.

She gave me my first set of acrylics and brushes. Although I was frustrated that my renderings didn't look "right," she gently reminded me that I wasn't painting to discover new species, as her careful observations had done, but to express myself.

Every year my Aunt Elaine would draw a unique birthday card and write a long note for me and each of my cousins. Small works of art and love, every one of them. This year on my 36th Birthday, just days after her passing, I felt her absence of vision and caring most acutely.


That's my sister Judy, my Aunt Elaine in the middle with that Snyder smile and my Uncle Ron holding Abby, my then-brand-new niece. I was looking forward to Aunt Elaine teaching my nieces and nephew how to see as well...

I began writing "To Do:" (my latest screenplay about a young woman with terminal breast cancer) in part to deal with my aunt's recurrent illness, as well as my own experiences in the medical realm. It's my attempt to really see infirmity and love in their entirety. I'm painting what I see and feel with words, Aunt Elaine. I wish you could see & hear them, too.

Her formal obit in the Washington Post can be found here (registration is free) and below:

Elaine R.S. Hodges; Illustrated Invertebrates for Smithsonian

By Matt Schudel
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, July 7, 2006



Elaine R.S. Hodges, 69, who combined art with science in her meticulous drawings of insects and other organisms as a scientific illustrator at the National Museum of Natural History, died June 27 of breast cancer at her home in Eugene, Ore. She retired to Oregon 10 years ago after 31 years at the Smithsonian museum, where she became one of the country's leading figures in her exacting field.



Mrs. Hodges's illustrations of bees, moths, mosquitoes, fleas and other invertebrate animals were seldom seen by the vast numbers of visitors at the Smithsonian's museums on the Mall. Instead, they appeared primarily in scientific papers and books as part of the research of Smithsonian scientists.



She was a founder of a professional group, the Guild of Natural Science Illustrators, and was the editor of the leading book on the topic, the "Guild Handbook of Scientific Illustration," first published in 1989 and revised in 2003.



"Elaine was one of the absolute masters in the field," said Pamela M. Henson, director of institutional history at the Smithsonian Institution Archives.



"She wrote the textbook on natural history illustration," said Robert K. Robbins, an entomologist at the Natural History Museum and Mrs. Hodges's former supervisor. "In that sense, she was a world figure."



The one time her work emerged from the pages of specialized journals came in 1996, when it was included in an exhibition at the Natural History Museum featuring 150 years of Smithsonian scientific illustrators, who have recorded the breadth of nature from plants and animals to geological formations.



Mrs. Hodges followed an artistic tradition that dates back to ancient Greece and early attempts to classify animals and depict medical ailments. Since then, artists have illustrated almost every branch of science.



Much of her work was done with the aid of a microscope, and she understood the limits of cameras and digital technology. Some subtleties, she knew, can be captured only by an artist's hand.



"Photographs simply cannot do it, because they are not accurate," she told the Eugene Register-Guard in 2000. "If you draw from a photograph, you can be sure you'll be in trouble with accuracy."



Peering through a microscope at her tiny specimens -- which were often damaged by the time they reached her -- Mrs. Hodges, who was left-handed, drew in pencil or ink. She sometimes painted with brushes dipped in carbon dust. Most scientific publications require black-and-white artwork, but she did execute some striking full-color images of bees.



"Many scientific illustrations are breathtakingly beautiful, but you cannot have artistic flourishes," said Henson, who co-curated the 1996 exhibition, "Eye on Science," with Mrs. Hodges. "It has to be real and accurate."



Elaine Rita Snyder was born in Washington on March 7, 1937, and was drawing before she was a year old. She took a summer course at the Corcoran Gallery of Art when she was about 10 but otherwise had little early training.



At a talent show at Coolidge High School, from which she graduated in 1954, Mrs. Hodges sang "You Can't Get a Man With a Gun" from "Annie Get Your Gun," while making a sketch of a woman aiming a rifle at a man. She won first prize.



She attended the old Wilson Teachers College for a year, then studied at the Pratt Institute in New York. By 1963, with an early marriage behind her, she was back in Washington and found a job as a clerk at the Smithsonian. She ran into an acquaintance from Pratt who suggested that she take up scientific drawing.



She was an illustrator with the Museum of Natural History from 1965 to 1996, and during that time studied biology at the University of Maryland.



Her husband, former Agriculture Department entomologist Ronald W. Hodges, said one of her painstaking drawings could take up to 80 hours to complete. Each hair on a moth's legs, for instance, had to be drawn precisely to scale.



Through her artistry and the Guild of Natural Science Illustrators, Mrs. Hodges became a prominent figure in her field. She spent years working on the "Guild Handbook of Scientific Illustration," enlisting the help of dozens of artists with the 575-page book.



She received many professional honors, including the Ranice W. Crosby Award for scientific communication, presented in May by the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.



"One of the greatest gifts she gave was her mentorship to hundreds of illustrators around the world," said Gary P. Lees, chairman and director of the Department of Art as Applied to Medicine at Johns Hopkins. "In creating that, she opened a pathway for people to understand what illustrators do and helped the field grow as a profession."



Mrs. Hodges lived in College Park for many years and was president of the Prince George's County chapter of the League of Women Voters. In her free time, she painted portraits and abstract works and made quick sketches of musicians performing at concerts.



Her marriage to Irving Taylor ended in divorce.



In addition to her husband of 39 years, of Eugene, survivors include two sons from her first marriage, Steven Hodges of Santa Barbara, Calif., and Lawrence Hodges of Germantown; her father, Samuel Snyder of Frederick; a sister, Carolyn Snyder of Frederick; three brothers, Solomon Snyder of Baltimore, Irving Snyder of Bluemont, Va., and Joel Snyder of Takoma Park; and two grandchildren.



© 2006 The Washington Post Company