Personal/Musical: Five Years Since The Greatest Weekend of My Life

[novak]

Unbelievable. I know, I know... everyone talks about how time flies as you get older, and we're all amazed just at the movement of time itself. An utterly human phenomenon. Still. I cannot believe that it's November 9th, 2006.

I cannot believe that it has already been five years since the greatest weekend of my life.

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[magdalene1]

Correction: The greatest weekend of your life SO FAR.

[novak]

Awww....

Well, there's that, true. And actually, this is just one of those "gifts that keeps on giving," as it were. But it was such a revolutionary experience for me, and the process one that I learned so much from, as I'm sure you can relate as a filmmaker. I learned so much from it that, were I to do it again, it wouldn't come out the same.

[daysprings]

That DOES sound like an amazing weekend. And as I don't think I knew you way back when, this was my first time reading about it.

As a side note, one of the reasons why I like you is because you are almost as long-winded as I am. But your entries are truly interesting! So that's a good thing. :)

[novak]

A combination of Irish culture and its love of the word (but yes, as I said to my friend when I was dragged to the tourist trap, my family would pay dollar money for me to not kiss the Blarney Stone), Christian humanism and my conscious realization that my life is the only one that I'll ever get to entirely see "from the inside" an so - like Augustine - I'm gonna take a good look, and perhaps healthy self-love or narcissism (you'll have to ask my drummer/pshrink).

[efhayward]

Never realized you knew PJ, too. He lived in my section in Grace my sophomore year (1994-5).

[novak]

Huh. Likewise. I ended up accidently changing the whole course of McCurry's life. I was dating a girl in his class and after their graduation ceremony, I saw John Cavadini of the Theology Department and I went over to pay my respects, him being my mentor, more-or-less. He was talking with P.J. and introduced me by exclaiming that P.J. would make a great teacher. I had been teaching at St. Joe that year and we got together that night at Fat Shirley's and I apparently sold him on becoming a high school teacher. I only found out years later that his car had been packed with him ready to go off to a Carmelite monastery after the graduation ceremony. So his wife (a former St. Joe student, but one he hadn't taught: no scandal!) and that now-second child on the way? I get a tiny bit of matchmaking credit there, I think....

[novak]

Oh, and I used to hang out in Grace then, too, with my friend Greg "The Enforcer" Zuschlag....