Scott Docs

It's been too long!

2006-08-23T11:28:00.000-07:00

Scott Docs
I know, I know. You've all( and by all I mean mostly Kylee and Marie) been waiting on the edges of your proverbial seats, or literal seats or whatever, to read my latest blog entry (blentry). While you read just imagine me and how attractive I am. Man, I wonder if I or you (the person reading this) will ever get sick of my bravado. I'm really not that conceited, maybe just a little, but aren't we all?
A few days ago I visited my film professor Tom Lefler and showed him a rough cut of my film Only the Pizza Man Knows. It was nice to get feedback after slaving away editing for a month in my cramped little room. We came to some conclusions, so get pumped. The film will consist of me talking about my obsessions, anxieties, and, yes, my successes and failures in dating. Considering my good looks, they've mostly been successes, but there have been a select few that have humbled me, and everyone knows I tend to fall in love after about a day. I crush hard and fast, so it should be interesting to hear about my dating adventures. Some may even make a cameo appearance in my film.
Besides working on my film for the past month, I ride my bike a lot and also spend time with my nieces, Nain, Gwen, and Sarah, and my nephew, Carter. On monday night we had family home evening with all the kids. We decided to have a role playing session designed to help them practice possible scenarios for the upcoming school year, which, for them, will be starting in about a week. They practiced meeting people on the bus and at school. Nain was given the most difficult problem--what to do if she feels sick and the teacher doesn't want anyone to talk. She stumbled, so Mike, my brother and her father, acted it out for her. First he pretended to ralph (you know spew, puke, vomit,etc.) and then he approached the teacher in a sheepish 2nd grader fashion. He's gold. The last role play was a mind-boggler and moral fiber tester from yours truly. I created a scenario where there was a boy that nobody wanted to play with or talk to because he smelled. We called him "Stinky Pete". I assumed the glamorous role of the young smelly adolescent and the others had to react to him and the other friends. While others made fun, they had to refuse to make jokes and befriend Stinky Pete. Carter was the most successful at this one and he's only three. The two girls were afraid to sit next to me on the bus, but Carter jumped right up, sat next to me, and said, "Hey Stinky Pete." Sure, maybe he shouldn't have called me by my coined nickname, but he innocently tried to be my buddy. We talked and became friends and the crowd (my brother's family and me) cheered. Let that be a lesson to everyone. If you have an unpleasant smelling friend, sit next to him, and be friends. (just don't call him Stinky Steve, Smelly Scott, or Putrid Pete, or something like that). Well, my friends, God speed, until next time.

Scott Docs

2006-07-05T19:08:00.000-07:00

My friend Walter

Every day I seem to spend a few moments talking to my neighbor, Walter and his wife Sandy. I usually arrive to our doorstep a bit sweaty after having ridden my bike in the humid boston air. Walter usually sits reading his newspaper as he casually puffs his cigarette. Normally he'll update me on the condition of his wife and her newly installed prosthetic knee. He talks about his past in a rich old school Boston accent. That humble accent is so endearing and genuine. Everytime he speaks he's sincere. Tonight Walter talked about him working out everyday until he was 54, and then "he lost" his ability to take care of his body. I usually stand and listen as he tells me stories of his past. How he use to play basketball for Boston College. How he was given to the state as an orphan. How he lost two friends in the Korean War because they went into a cave he warned them not to. How he use to work construction. I enjoy listening to his stories. Sometimes it's good just to listen. I can sense he really appreciates it. He told me he didn't want us to move away because he enjoys talking with us.(my roommates and me) Walter's retired and he seems to dedicate most of his life/time to Sandy, his wife. He's got a giant heart. God bless him.

The Freedom Beard

2006-06-23T07:09:00.000-07:00

It seems every summer I get an itching to explore my manliness by growing facial hair. Last summer in Thailand I grew a beard and then cut it up in several different formations to highlight my face. This July is going to be different. I'm simply not going to shave at all. Considering the fact that I'm in one of the most densely populated historical sites in America, I've decided to grow a beard for America. Visiting the old North Bridge (place of the shot heard round the world), the Lexington Green, and the old North Church have sparked a fire of patriotism within me. I've been riding my bike from Watertown to Concord then Lexington and back to Watertown almost every morning. I want to express my patriotic gratitude by growing a sweet beard. I hope all enjoy.

Boston-my first entry

2006-06-19T08:06:00.000-07:00

I've been in Boston for a little over a month now. Mostly, I've enjoyed riding my bike west and north of Boston in the historical cities of Lexington, Concord, Walden, etc. I've made frequent stops at Walden pond which is quite serene in the mornings and evenings. Last week I rode 190 miles. This is to fight my chubbiness and love of sweets, because I've got the sweetest tooth around. Peace.