Tag Archives: 1980s

Artifact: “Hoot 1980s Homecoming”, 2011 + 1988 Orem High evidence)

There was a period where I worked for certain owl-themed social media software company and, as part of building internal community  goodness, there were occasional festive parties/activities put on by various departments who were allotted at $300 budget and attempted to constantly one up each other with what they could pull off.

My beloved department (community) was paired with another and chose the theme of 1980s homecoming dance.

I played the role of principal, making various announcements and instigating various contests and hi-jinks including a poorly executed “king and queen” election which was thwarted by an incompetent accountant.

As usual, there’s more to say and more artifacts exists but this gem of an invite shall be your guide.

And yes, the theme was very familiar to me because indeed I attended these sorts of events in the 1980s right out of the pages of Napoleon Dynamite. Evidence follows:

Mark Swenson (back far left) and Dave Olson and various wonderful ladies at Orem High School (UT) graduation. Note: i was there as observer as i did not graduate with this class, rather with Alpine School District Adult High School

PS We made a video time capsule that night where folks could riff their memories or thoughts or well, who knows… but the time capsule is really legitimately lost to time. In fact in those days of the company, I also created old office tours, various messages and other community videos which have been scrubbed from the Internet. Maybe one day some things will surface again, probably not. 

Solidarity, pin (circa 1980s) for solidarity

More to say about the meaning behind this pin acquired when i was learning about what mean to be aware of international affairs and digging below superficial news bulletins concerning the issues in far-away lands – in this case disputes in Poland in the surprisingly heady days of 1980s… but in the meantime…

PS exclaiming in a whisper my solidarity with shut-ins, spoonies, fibroids, cfsme kids, intrepid, travelers, seekers, healers, grinders, pals, forgotten, strugglers, stragglers, smugglers.

Memento: Pacific Blue – Drum Corps Parade, Bridgeview, circa 1984

Who doesn’t love a parade? The folks in Bridgeview (Surrey, BC) that who.

Ya see… once upon a time, me and some of my finest friends played in a “drum and bugle corps” – no it’s not like a marching band, marching bands are for dorks, drum corps is for musicians :-)

Anyway, in a sorta-political quest to gain favour to build a new bingo hall in Bridgeview, we did a parade in that section of Surrey, also known as “Turf City” at the foot of the dangerously sloppy Pattulo bridge.

People were not on the street and actually came out of their houses to yell at us for waking them up. But that wasn’t near the pain that I felt from trying to carry that marimba with the sh!tty harness and march in step with my bow-legged, duck-footed legs.

Noteworthy in the snapshot is my pal Brad and our two instructors Bill and Rob. Those guys seem to enjoy us giving them tons of shit which we were fantastic at. And they taught us a ton about drumming, travelling and life.  More to say about those topics but the road and tour were better suited for me than hauling instrument through a crappy neighbourhood.