Buried
deep in a quiet corner
of my mind....
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Friday, April 4, 2014
Monday, December 17, 2012
Gente That I Meet: 12 12 post
Gente
that I meet:
PHIL
LOPEZ
(el rough
draft)
Una
semana más:
Going back to work at the college won't be easy this
week, our finals week of the fall 2012 semester at our Southwestern College
(SWC) in Chula Vista. With the recent
and sudden passing of my good SWC compa/friend, mentor, y colega, Phil, I'm
going to have to adjust to a big change at work and adjust to a new chapter in
my career. When I think of Gente that I meet, the "Phil
Lopéz" chapter in my SWC experience has ended. My condolences to his family and friends and
colleagues. He will be missed by many of
us. Many many folks at SWC got to meet
and work with him through college business/work such as the endless faculty
union work he provided and via our English Department, the PUENTE Project,
School of Language and Literature y más y más y más. I got to meet Phil about 10 years ago when I
was teaching part-time at SWC. Back
then, my mentor (who had been a Professor of mine while I studied at SWC in the
mid 90's), Susan Luzzaro, was the main person I went to for most SWC advice,
talk, support etc. And as a new adjunct,
having someone like Sue something very important to me. When I got hired
full-time, (about 8 years ago), Susan had recently retired. I remember wondering to myself as I was
unpacking my boxes of books and folders and stuff into my new office, with no
Susan around, who am I going to go to?
El Cuatrocientos:
The 400 office building is an enclosed small building
with about 8 offices for full time faculty, mainly English Department folks,
and 1 larger office in the center that many adjunct faculty share. Upon getting hired full time, I got to move
from the center office to one that that I would share with just one other
faculty member, and that new office for me is the one that sits next to
Phil's. This brought about the beginning
of a friendship which has marked my SWC experience in meaningful ways, for I knew
Phil when I was an adjunct, but I didn't get to know him well until we became
400 building office neighbors.
Since then, I have had more than one opportunity to leave
or move out of the 400 building, and each time, it was a clear "no way, ni
al caso que dejo el 400". One big
reason was having my daily dose of sitting around the 400 building couches and
talking to people like Phil as well as with others, something that helps when
going through teaching sessions and grading and countless emails etc. On those couches, we sat around when we got a
chance during our breaks to have some lunch or read the paper or simply talk
and have a conversation, for a minute or two, a 15-20 minute break, an hour
break, or if the long and stressful day was just too long, it wouldn't be
uncommon at times, to sit there for over an hour, maybe to re-energize before
going home where stacks of English Composition papers would be awaiting us. These talks were a kind of therapy. These talks were about teaching, grading
papers, students, the union, sports, jokes, life, stories, etc.. etc...
I have to admit, that many times, on my way to class or on my way home,
if Phil was somewhere around talking to someone, I would lay down my book bag,
lean on the counter for a minute, listen, maybe throw in a word or two if it
was appropriate, then move on and say goodbye.
Why? Because it's the 400
building and that's the kind of stuff that we do there at times.
Lo
que más me acuerdo:
There are a lot of things to remember when I think about
my friend Phil. Although 8 years is not
a long time, considering how fast time flies, it can certainly give folks a
great opportunity to share many good moments.
Some of the many stories Phil shared with me included stories about
riding a VW bus and organizing teachers to protest and demand higher pay and
benefits in schools from his past, countless union stories, stories about ex
SWC presidents like Zazueta and Chopra, stories about bike riding in China, getting
onto the train in China; he would also
talk about his son Nick while he showed me old pictures of he and his kid, pulling
out some of the schoolwork that Nick had written from his elementary school
years, Phil feeling real proud because his son could read and write well from a
very young age; stories about fishing in the Baja, the cabin and the boat which
he used to get to the cabin on the little island because it was the only way to
get there and cars were useless to get to the cabin, the boat got you to the
cabin; stories about the big fish he had to let go once because the storm was
coming and about the time he finished his finals and grades and went straight
to his truck out in the front parking lot, which was already all packed up and
gas filled and ready to go, ready to drive straight to the Baja; stories about many
memorable board meetings -- Phil with a paper in his hand, reading out to
members of the board and those at the meeting, one time with an actual large home-made
pie graph so people can see clearly what he was talking about when it came to
what needed to be done to ensure a more just and equal SWC (oh he was fierce
and tireless and humorous with some clear cut common sense and practical
approaches during times of negotiations and debating); and how about him
getting suspended for two weeks (this I got to see firsthand) alongside other
faculty for walking close by students during times of student marching and
protests on our campus; and the stories kept on coming. I must admit, I heard some of those stories a
dozen times or more, but I would never stop him because a good story is a good
story and he was a good storyteller and I knew better than to stop that. Besides, it would be a matter of time before
a new story popped into the usual ones.
What can I say, sometimes, memory has no end.
Some of the things I remember the most include the usual,
morning, "ey, que onda Phil, como estas?". And of course, he would say "bien",
or "ocupado". This was before
starting to usual day of classes, in between classes and during office hours,
since we shared one wall and there is a hallway that provide good enough
acoustic for us to communicate to each other from our desks. "Ey Phil, did you watch the Marquez
fight?" He would ask me the same
kind of thing on many occasions "Ey Pancho, viste el juego de Los Lakers?" This usually meant an invitation to come over
and talk for a minute or more, then back to the office, then move on to
class. If it was the middle of the day, around the
time for a break from teaching and holding office hours, the usual question
was, "ya comiste?/have you eaten?"
Most times, if one had eaten, we would move on to some more work, but
half of the time, even if one of us had already eaten, we would still sit and
talk for a bit or more while the other one ate.
Otro ritual en el cuatrocientos.
Another thing I'll never forget was being able to come
over to his place and hang out and jam out too, he on the accordion, me on the
acoustic guitar or drum. Sometimes we
would jam out a little in between the union get-togethers. Other times, at the end of school reunions or
parties which he generously hosted at his beautiful classic and huge yellow
house, a few of us would remain until late and transitioned to some
jamming. I would play a Manu Chao tune,
maybe some Cafe Tacuba or Maldita Vecindad or Caifanes or Soda Stereo. I don't think he really knew the 90's Rock en
Español tunes because they weren't bands or songs from his generation, but he
played on the keyboard or accordion regardless and provided a nice
accompaniment. Then, after he'd let me
go through some tunes, he would shift us to some traditional blues, making the
accordion flow, many times through minor chords, because he always said the
minor keys were the ones that sounded more sad and bluesy. This coming spring semester of 2013, I was
going to count on Phil to help me out on some shows and to record some
accordion tracks for my poetry/music group "Frontera Drum
Fusion". He had agreed to this. It was going to happen and it would have been
an audio experience that I could document and share with others. In the past, we had jammed out at his place,
we had even jammed out at my suegro's house in Tijuana when my suegro was still
alive, but we had never jammed out at my place.
Usually, when he came over to my place, it was to watch some boxing and
have some botanas y refrescos, not to jam out.
The jamming out in my garage was coming soon. Instead, Phil suddenly passed away, and this
like so many other things for him and his family and friends, have hit a big
change.
Pensandolo bien:
I was thinking this the other day, if I were to count the
minutes or time spent with other folks at SWC during my teaching career and see
who have I spent the most minutes with, it would have be Phil. Running into to him throughout the day,
sitting down for conversations and/or lunch, sitting with him and a few others up
against the wall and towards the back of the room during department meetings
(we were a kind of small Latino clika within the English Department -- El Phil,
El Pancho, El Cheno, y el Jose), and of course, walking out to the front
parking lot at the end of many days, every week, every semester, for 8 years
straight; hands down, the person I have talked to the most in these short 8
years of SWC experience has got to be Phil.
It's something that I'm very used to, and now that he is gone, it is
something I will miss; adjusting to this next SWC chapter as it relates to
people/gente in my career is here. Maybe
it sounds too dramatic, but People/Gente are important to me. They make departments and schools etc...
etc... they make the world we live in, and when one goes down in my school or
department, I can feel it big time. And
we have lost quite a few recently in our department. I remember people and colleagues like
Jonathan Bates passing, Denis Callahan passing, and now Phil. Folks retiring such as Susan Luzzaro and
Elieen Zamora and Steve Kowit among others also bring changes that aren't easy
but nonetheless very real and somehow another one of those necessary facts or
phases of life. "Asi la Vida" many say. "Asi la Vida".
Que
mas puede uno decir?:
Two days before Phil passed away, I remember walking out
the 400 with him as we headed to our classes.
He was carrying his usual big box of student folders and papers. "This is the second to last time I'm
carrying this box this semester". He
looked relieved that he was going to get the break over the holidays, and who
wouldn't, I know most of us at the college, including students are quite tired
at the end of each semester. That was a
Wednesday, and on Thursday (the day before he passed) I remember my customary
walk up to his office before going home to ask him if it was also the end of
his day so we can head out to the front parking lot (other times it was he who
would ask me whether my day was done),
"Que onda Phiiiillll, ya' stuvo o que onda?" A student was with him and he replied,
"no Pancho, 'stoy ocupado".
I told him that maybe I'd see him the next week, after
the weekend. He told me he wasn't
sure. I walked up to the office and
asked him why, "Y eso?" and he reminded me that it would be finals
week. It made sense. Finals week is the week when our schedules
would deviate into various two hour blocks, maybe just a couple of 15 minute
breaks here or there in the week, some days one exam while other days two
exams. Not much of 400 building talks
occur sometimes during finals, and if they do, they are more sporadic and
spread out. He was right. There was a good chance I wouldn't see him
during finals week. Of course, I had no
idea I would never see him again.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2012
FDF live at Casa Tunel Cultural Art Center, “Poetic Borders” on July 21st. Also, at CECUT “III Encuentro Binacional de poesia” on July 26th.
Please share this official FDF casa promo announcement with people around the world, on your facebooks, blogs, media outlets, and with your contacts etc…:
in the spirit of blue demon chasing the evil werewolves and vampires muse a la pinkfloyd organ style con tribal, salsero, african, and mediterranean percussions sonando sonando spoken binational bilingual word tambien...
fdf will present new garage session demo”A LO LEJOS DE LAS MONTAÑAS
with the high flying, cosmic spoken word, live percussions, and the digital border muse... a la brava style con Hugo, Martin, Brandon, Carlos, and Marko...
http://www.reverbnation.com/fronteradrumfusion
Gracias!
--el pancho bustos
Please share this official FDF casa promo announcement with people around the world, on your facebooks, blogs, media outlets, and with your contacts etc…:
in the spirit of blue demon chasing the evil werewolves and vampires muse a la pinkfloyd organ style con tribal, salsero, african, and mediterranean percussions sonando sonando spoken binational bilingual word tambien...
fdf will present new garage session demo”A LO LEJOS DE LAS MONTAÑAS
with the high flying, cosmic spoken word, live percussions, and the digital border muse... a la brava style con Hugo, Martin, Brandon, Carlos, and Marko...
http://www.reverbnation.com/fronteradrumfusion
Gracias!
--el pancho bustos
Monday, April 16, 2012
Banned and Challenged Books Will Find a Home
Monday, April 9, 2012
para este summer... i'm hoping
un link
http://www.vstcafe.com/2009/10/best-free-virtual-synths-part-i.html
for review
maybe pa'l summer
yakeaprendamas
sobre vst's
y plugins
en el ableton live
http://www.vstcafe.com/2009/10/best-free-virtual-synths-part-i.html
for review
maybe pa'l summer
yakeaprendamas
sobre vst's
y plugins
en el ableton live
Sunday, March 18, 2012
en el poetic borders
el 24 de marzo
celebrating
dia international de poesia
en la casa del tunel: cultural art center
tijuana, b.c., Mex.
poetry and sounds from both sides
la fdf con el Martin y el Brandon y el Pancho
vamos estrenar la nueva version del 'cesar chavez tribute' que tenemos
and some conga basic beats
with a bit of salsa
el tribal drum
y por ahi unos basslines que no tienen estilo definido
but somehow blend in
algo asi
Saturday, January 14, 2012
1-27-12 Galeria de la Ciudad Antiguo Palacio Municipal
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