Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Ch. 43: How a fire taught Alice about geneaology and Big Corbin Zean won a suitable prize for carving the scariest jack-o-lantern he could think of

***This post is written in the style of Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck, a very funny book indeed. If only I were as talented a writer as Steinbeck, then this post would be truly humorous. And I would be famous.***

On October 21st, Alice and Big Corbin Zean smelled smoke as they left church. This was not the smoke from the hundreds of votive candles lit for the Virgin Mother. They were sure of this because there were no candles lit for the Virgin or any other saint in their church. They are not catholic. The smoke they smelled was carried on the wind along with little flakes of ash that would be the closest thing to snow San Diego would see that holiday season. Alice was reminded of home.

"It smells like a neighbor is burning their trash. I miss southwest Virginia. Can we have soup for dinner?"

Alice and Big Corbin Zean did not have soup for dinner that night, and the smoky air would soon bring other things to mind besides country living. The man on the radio told of a devastating wild fire sweeping across southern California, blown by the hot Santa Anna winds, at speeds up to 80 mph. The winter before, these same winds brought warm air from the desert and 80 degree December days to the temperate San Diego coast making the beach a plausible destination while the rest of the country froze. This time, the Santa Anna winds were bringing a little too much warmth.

Alice and Big Corbin Zean both went in to work the next morning, only to return home a few hours later due to air quality concerns. They stayed inside their apartment and breathed each other's exhalation for the rest of the day and all the following Tuesday. Big Corbin Zean had borrowed a projector from a friend for a lesson on Sunday and had cleverly 'forgotten' to return it.

"My friend surely would not want me to be outside in these dangerous times. And I have heard of smoke damaging televisions and computers. The smoke outside might damage the electronics inside the projector. It is for his own good that I keep this projector safe in my own house until the smoke has cleared."

And so Alice, Big Corbin Zean, and their cat, Señor Papel, Bishop of Artesia, watched movies on their bedroom wall while they anxiously awaited an evacuation call the man on the radio said might come at any moment. At one point, their apartment lay just two miles outside of the evacuation zone. And so Alice began preparations.

On deciding what was most important and worthy of saving from the potential fires, Alice learned that staying alive was her number one priority. Food storage, clothes, and emergency 72 hour kits were the first items piled in the middle of the living room floor. She also realized that those documents passed down from her ancestors and her own remembrances that would be important to her and her posterity came in a close second. Photo albums, home movies, journals, birth and marriage certificates were added to the pile. Big Corbin Zean and Señor Papel, Bishop of Artesia mostly sat on the couch and ate corn dogs.

As it turned out, Alice and Big Corbin Zean were not evacuated. But Alice learned an important lesson. She learned that the most precious things in life are your connections to those who have gone before and to those who are yet to come. And also staying alive long enough to give those who are yet to come a chance to do so.

Alice returned to work on Wednesday but Big Corbin Zean stayed home all week because his university campus was closed. And he had a cold.

The next week, Alice and Big Corbin Zean were invited to a pumpkin carving party and Big Corbin Zean carved the scariest thing he could think of. He carved a picture of a house burning down. Even though he cheated and looked at pictures of houses on the interwebs, the party goers voted Big Corbin Zean's pumpkin the best of the evening and awarded him a suitable prize. Big Corbin Zean gave his suitable prize to his sweetheart, Alice, and thought to himself how she would be the first thing he packed if he ever had to flee from the path of a raging wild fire.



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Other Halloween pictures including a Mary Poppins, a tennis ball super-glued to Corbin's head, and pumpkin carving action shots.

Halloween 2007

14 Helens agree.

Taralyn said...

Alice,
Your costume rules. Did you break out in song at timed intervals throughout the night to teach good life lessons? Too bad you didn't think of that when your hair was black. Corbin, your pumpkin did rule, but Alice definitely won the costume. It was just so cute. We were worried about you fair skinned beauties getting smoldered. Like I said Corbin, San Diego is really Hell, you've just been wrapped up in carnal security. Now it's burning as stubble...but we still think it's sad.

alice said...

I'd like to bring two things to our readers' attention. If you will kindly take a moment to view the photograph of Corbin's costume of the dead tennis player. Any pay particular attention to the head region.

1. Corbin has a mustache. I would end this point if certain readers like Zac wouldn't assume I meant a compliment and for everyone to admire his 'stache. On the contrary, I'm noting it for sure crudiness factor. Also, I'm noting this for posterity's sake to show that I did appear in public with Corbin and a 'stache.

2. The tennis ball is SUPER GLUED to Corbin's head. Yes, Corbin super glued an object, a tennis ball for that matter, to his head. I was seriously worried that it would not come off without a visit to the emergency room. At midnight when we left the party, the ball was still glued firmly to Corbin's head and he said, "I thought it would loosen up by now." It in fact had not budged. Many women I spoke to that night offered plenty of suggestions on how we might safely remove the ball from Corbin's head. Corbin choose to just rip the ball from his head. Corbin is the luckiest man on this earth. Not one flake of skin, that I could see, came off with the ball. He did have a red ring on his head on Saturday but it was well gone by Sunday. Let it be none also by posterity that Corbin will do anything to ensure he looks good.

corbin said...

Amen! And that would include growing a sweet 'stache (if my wife would let me).

To clarify the situation:

When Alice came home from work I already had a costume planned, of which the 'stache played an integral part. I had on a gray hoodie and aviator sunglasses. That's right. I wanted to go to the ward halloween party as the Theodore Kaczynski, the Unabomber. Alice vetoed the costume on grounds of being inappropriate for a church function. So I had to come up with another costume quick. Within half an hour I had a tennis ball super glued to my head.

If she's going to veto my costumes, she has to learn to live with the consequences. Unfortunately, she did not have to live with the 'stache for more than one night.

Taralyn said...

acetone, corbin, acetone. I thought you worked in a lab. That's the one thing organic chemistry taught me. Acetone is quite amazing at removing all sorts of gunky stuff. Oh, was that a 'stache? I thought it was merely a shadow. HA! I'm also still waiting for Corbin to comment on my victory in the battle of the sexes!

Zac said...

So, were you Jimmy Connors or Björn Borg?

Zac said...
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Zac said...

As for the 'stache, allow me to quote Morrissey:

The more you ignore [the mustache]
The closer [it] gets
You're wasting
your time
The more you ignore [it]
The closer [it] gets
You're wasting
your time

...It [is] now
A central part
Of your mind's
landscape
Whether you care
Or do not
Yeah, I've made
up your mind

The more you ignore [the mustache]
The closer [it] gets
You're wasting
your time
The more you ignore [it]
The closer [it] gets
You're wasting
your time

... When you sleep
[it] will creep
Into your thoughts
Like a bad debt
That you can't pay
Take the easy way
And give in
Yeah, and let [it] in
Oh, let [it] in
Oh let [it] ...
Oh, let [the mustache] in
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
WAR
WAR
WAR
WAR
Oh, let [it] in
Ah, the closer [it] gets
Ah, you're
asking for it
Ah, the closer [it] gets
Ooh, the closer [it] ...

corbin said...

I thought the shaved head was a dead give away for Agassi. I don't even know who the heck Bjorn Borg is. And Jimmy Connors is a little quisling.

Zac said...

Well, I just went with the most volatile tennis player (John Macenroe) and figured you were at the receiving end of his temper, so you must have been one of his bigger rivals. Borg and Connors gave him the most trouble.

corbin said...

Oh. Very nice. But probably too subtle and intelligent a reference for me. And besides, if you've seen the new Amex commercial, you'll know that McEnroe is resolving his anger issues. No need to hold his past tantrums against him.

Mejkin said...

speaking of inappropriate costumes...james wanted the three of us to go to our ward halloween party as members of K.I.S.S.. he still maintains that once we have enough kids, he'll do them all up without me.

Zac said...

What's wrong with going as KISS? I think Marilyn Manson and Skinny Puppy effectivly moved them into the "Can you believe we took them seriously" genre of bad boy rock stars who, upon retrospect, were nothing more than a humorous showign of self-importance.

Mejkin said...

how can you *not* take this seriously?:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Du252ggStw

seriously.

granted there are those who have pushed the boundaries of showmanship further, but i don't think the general ward population is ready for the Knights to show up on their doorstep. we're not removed enough--and the make-up, though a dated affectation, is still creepy.

Henri said...

I have one word for you... fun-kin. You have all the same fun as a regular pumpkin but without the smell and it will last a long time. FYI-tip from Martha (who is the greatest person alive): you cut the hole in the bottom of your pumpkin as not to burn yourself when lighting. The pumpkin man was also from Martha. I like how a guy in your ward dressed up like an asian, best costume yet.
Corbin- try to write something so it doesn't appear like your head is up alice's butt. Your married now so your not suppose to like her anymore (you can still love her just don't like her so much).