<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post7856084889202478182..comments</id><updated>2008-12-26T09:15:56.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Dino's Journey: I'll Know What To Say</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7856084889202478182/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03567162334683927966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-4796775448032440705</id><published>2008-12-26T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:15:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mary Ellen, Dick and Family,Our hearts ache i...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mary Ellen, Dick and Family,&lt;BR/&gt;Our hearts ache in hearing about Dino.  We all think of you often and hope to reconnect.  We all have fond memories of Christmas gatherings and wonderful photos to share of past holidays.  Please email us when you feel you can.&lt;BR/&gt;Are you still in Santa Cruz, Mary Ellen?  We visit friends on Moore Street whenever we are in Santa Cruz.&lt;BR/&gt;Please accept our Heartfelt sympathy and do let us hear from you again.&lt;BR/&gt;Blessings,&lt;BR/&gt;Ron and Jean Gandolfi &lt;BR/&gt;paradisegrandma@aol.com</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4796775448032440705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4796775448032440705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1230311700000#c4796775448032440705' title=''/><author><name>Ron and Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15145966827358921287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-3665281866754557505</id><published>2008-08-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino, thank you so much for your love and friendsh...</title><content type='html'>Dino, thank you so much for your love and friendship. I always looked forward to sharing a meal together, enjoying a movie, hearing you play music, or embarking on a spontaneous adventure. You have been such a great friend and confidant, you’ve perked me up when I was feeling down, could ALWAYS make me laugh, and provoked thought when we (actually) had serious conversations. I’m so grateful that you shared your love of Yosemite with me. It is a spectacular place where I will always think of you, and am so thankful for our time there. I can only hope that I was a fraction of the friend you have been to me, Dino! I can just imagine you singing “So Lonely” and rocking the house right now. I love you Dino!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Mary and Dick, thank you so much for raising such a wonderful man. You’ve always been there for Dino, particularly during the last few extremely difficult months. Dino means so much to so many, and was a truly incredible human being. We are all so fortunate to have called him a friend. Words can’t express how much he was loved or how much he will be missed – our lives will never be the same. Our love and prayers are with you and your families.&lt;BR/&gt;Much Love,&lt;BR/&gt;Priscilla</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3665281866754557505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3665281866754557505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219474740000#c3665281866754557505' title=''/><author><name>Priscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01102479423235397771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-3902592842476738434</id><published>2008-08-22T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:56:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've only hung out with Dino a few times, but I've...</title><content type='html'>I've only hung out with Dino a few times, but I've had the privilege sharing the following with him:&lt;BR/&gt;-Beers and lot's of Red Wine&lt;BR/&gt;-Seeing him and his band play at the Shattuck Down Low&lt;BR/&gt;-Jamming to Dave Matthews songs, him on his Warwick, me on his guitar at a Chistmas party - the house near Piedmont Ave. He told me I was good.&lt;BR/&gt;-Him making fun of Sean and I in our spandex before bike rides - he know just how to poke fun, and it never got old.&lt;BR/&gt;-And one constant each time I saw him .. him seriously making me laugh more than anyone I've ever known.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dino, I'll never forget you brother.&lt;BR/&gt;Lloyd Ranola</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3902592842476738434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3902592842476738434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219452960000#c3902592842476738434' title=''/><author><name>L. Christmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03201165840593891270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-4225369857382007941</id><published>2008-08-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino,I will miss you at George and Walt's this foo...</title><content type='html'>Dino,&lt;BR/&gt;I will miss you at George and Walt's this football season.  I'm glad you are at peace.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Love,&lt;BR/&gt;Carrie</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4225369857382007941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4225369857382007941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219421520000#c4225369857382007941' title=''/><author><name>Carrie Kreppel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643165775292064100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-6815523721528797237</id><published>2008-08-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like everyone reeling from this shock, I have been...</title><content type='html'>Like everyone reeling from this shock, I have been so moved by the tremendous outpouring of emotion reflected in these notes from the many people Dino influenced (and harassed in jest) in his far too short life. The warmth of his “Ali, Baby” greeting with a big hug was unparalleled.  He persisted (for 20 years now) in trying to convince my dad that he was indeed “secret agent man.”  We cast eyes (and stealth fingers!) on Han Solo in carbon freezing at the George Lucas exhibit at the Marin County Fair.  My personal favorite was his ET impersonation and he obliged and humored me by performing when we saw each other. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;One of my fondest memories, both because it introduced me to backcountry hiking and because it is likely one of the most unprepared outdoor adventures undertaken by five individuals, is our trip to Yosemite over Labor Day weekend 18 years ago.   Dino was convinced that I could not leave California for my freshman year of college without seeing Yosemite first.  With Oingo Boingo and Bruce Hornsby tapes blasting along the way, we headed to Yosemite in search of a campsite.  We ended up at Tioga pass because Yosemite was full and camped huddled in a tent trying to keep warm all night.  The next morning, exhausted but armed with several “goober” sandwiches (we were too cheap to buy separate jars of peanut butter and jelly), two granola bars, and a few bottles of water, five of us headed up the backside of Half Dome.  Dino was our fearless trailblazer and reminisced about the many trips he had made to Yosemite with his dad.  Needless to say, it was breathtaking, and when we eventually returned to the valley floor, passing bears in the darkness on the way down, we lay down, kissed the earth in relief and promptly celebrated our physical feat with a hamburger dinner.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dino’s warmth, intelligence and wit will be part of my life always.  He has become a regular at our Canadian Thanksgiving party – typically humoring my husband, Neil, and winning a “loony” for his knowledge of Canada trivia.  I can’t imagine a Thanksgiving in Santa Cruz without him and I am sorry we never did get together for the “can of spaghetti” dinner he promised at his place.   &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Much love to Dino’s family – you raised a sensational person who enriched our lives.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ali Minnis</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6815523721528797237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6815523721528797237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219297740000#c6815523721528797237' title=''/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00292516805365399483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-2570990571265241219</id><published>2008-08-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the honor, the privilege - and the vast enjo...</title><content type='html'>I had the honor, the privilege - and the vast enjoyment - of being one of Dino's musical compadres.  &lt;BR/&gt;I am speaking of the infamous Supergroup, Cold Turkey.   :)~&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Many people here have testified to Dino's magnanimous personality and wicked wit.  I will add my voice to attest to it.  He was one of the most positive, warm-hearted people I have ever known.  In the five or six years we were hanging out and playing music, I don't think I ever heard him say a negative thing about another person.  With the exception of his persistent desire to point out that I was the "old man" of the group. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The deft touch with which he wielded his humor always made sure that it was funny and never stung.    As I remember it, his favorite refrain during rehearsals was, "Why you gotta be like that?"  Said, of course, with a pitch-perfect accent.  It sounds like everyone everywhere had this kind of experience with Dino.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I loved looking over at him as we were jamming away and in the middle of good groove.  The joy that it gave him to be in that moment with guys that he liked playing with was infectious and just plain fun to be around.  I'm sure that this is true with his other bandmates as well. I remember how he used to love turning his volume up to 11.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Like with his humor and his conversation, music to him was a way to connect to people.  I remember the way he loved hanging out after a gig in order to have a beer (OK - &lt;I&gt;another&lt;/I&gt; beer).  We'd pack up and then sit at the bar to revel in our mutual fantasy of being high stakes rock-n-rollers. To him, the socializing after the gig was almost as much a part of the experience as playing the music. Almost. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The fact that I got to ride along with him during that particular slice of his life leaves me feeling enormously grateful, even as I feel so debilitated by the emptiness that accompanies his passing. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;To be honest, I don't even have my head completely around this whole thing quite yet.  I'm sure that all of you feel the same.  I just feel like I keep getting punched in the stomach over and over. I feel like I didn't do enough to help him during this awful illness. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dino was a man full of love and light and always happy and ready to share it with anyone at any time. He knew what it meant to live the Good life and he accomplished it in his too-few years.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My heart goes out to you, his family and close friends, who traveled this difficult journey with him.  Blessings to you for your bravery and blessings to him for his.  May we all find some comfort in our memories of the Greatness that is Dino Scoppotone.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/2570990571265241219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/2570990571265241219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219266300000#c2570990571265241219' title=''/><author><name>Smockster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12366199685689321741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-504364882046470824</id><published>2008-08-20T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:53:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew Dino through the school years and was privi...</title><content type='html'>I knew Dino through the school years and was privileged to have him as one of my groomsmen.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When Dino and I were reunited after his brief stint in Washington, he said to me, " Wait, weren't you the tweaky little kid with glasses."  In so many ways that description has come to define me. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But Dino was a friend, who enjoyed many laughs at my expense, but he was a friend.  I knew that his humor was all in good fun.  We played too much flag football together, and eventually played high school ball.  I do believe that Dino was the one who caught my best spiral ever when we competed against Cabrillo in 7 on .  He would later catch the worst pass I ever threw for a hook and lateral that Jeff Neumann nearly punched in to the goal line with.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We hung out at lunch, and he never let me down the time he recorded me defining myself as a "preppy, jock, babe."  I was always been set up for a good joke in those days.  I remember hanging out at his house talking football, trying to avoid Nick, and listening to "Message in a Bottle".&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;He also hooked me up with Little League announcing at Harvey West Park.  I enjoyed working with him that summer as he trained me on the ins and outs of announcing and of the various nicknames he had given the snackbar.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My parents enjoyed Dino's company, as did my brother, so much so I decided to include him as a groomsmen in my wedding.  He looked dapper in a tux, and hammed it up with a British accent.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We lost contact after I moved to Sacramento, but I tracked him down via the web.  We swapped a few emails.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After reading all that was written here, I realize just how much of his life I missed out on.  It saddens me.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/504364882046470824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/504364882046470824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219218780000#c504364882046470824' title=''/><author><name>Michael Nevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14814534128318499090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-6372243337557788789</id><published>2008-08-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino and I initially bonded over DMB.  Raise your ...</title><content type='html'>Dino and I initially bonded over DMB.  Raise your hand if this is surprising to anyone.  We had worked together at EA for years and I knew him as something called "Chimp Numbers Monkey" where he'd write marketing website updates in the 3rd person of a monkey.  I think.  I remember always thinking, "who ghost writes as a 3rd person monkey?"  Oh, that would be Dino.&lt;BR/&gt;When Dino was diagnosed I was honored that he reached out to me.  Sharing my recent cancer experience with him helped me as much as I hope it helped him.  We talked for hours the first time about all of it.  He told me he would need to lean on me and he asked me if I minded.  I said I would be a 24-7 lifeline whenever he needed it.  He called me his cancer sensei.&lt;BR/&gt;One day, after his surgery he called me.  We spent more time talking about how I was having a hard time with re-entry to post-cancer life.  I felt terrible after hogging the time to talk about me.  He was so amazing that particular day.  I remember hanging up and thinking "wow, Dino is the real deal."&lt;BR/&gt;Cancer affects everyone in the community of the person that is the patient.  Parents, siblings, friends, coworkers...everyone learns and grows as a result of something terrible.  I'm saddened that the medicine for liposarcoma wasn't as strong as Dino.  Dino's amazing resolve and attitude coupled with our support as his team (especially his parents and brother) should have been enough.  Everyone thinks a positive attitude can cure anything.  Sadly with Dino's story, we know that it makes a journey to be more bearable -- but it isn't a full proof way to rid cancer from our bodies.&lt;BR/&gt;Which is why we need to stay on the offense.  Being on defense against cancer really blows.  Fighting against it while we are healthy.  Using Dino as our inspiration.&lt;BR/&gt;Dino, old friend, you spent years making me laugh, and today I wept for you.  For all of us who will miss you so much.  If I have to take a silver lining from this (which is what I always try and do in the darkest of days) it is that you helped me get to a place of peace and comfort with my own cancer.  It made me understand a little more "why it was me" that got it rather than "why me?"  So, that's really selfish, but this is a gift you gave me as you faced cancer and stared at it hard in the face.&lt;BR/&gt;Cancer really isn't for sissies.  You showed everyone that.&lt;BR/&gt;Rest in peace ... amigo.&lt;BR/&gt;amy bartlett</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6372243337557788789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6372243337557788789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219198980000#c6372243337557788789' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03233490142864866495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-8421076186998168206</id><published>2008-08-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a comfort to read all the stories and memorie...</title><content type='html'>What a comfort to read all the stories and memories. I can't really remember what my life was like before Dino became a part of it, and waking today to a face a world without him in it, was unbearable. The man of a thousand voices, he was always ready with the perfect turns of phrase, the obscure sports statistics/movie trivia, the steady bass lines, the nickname generator, the unparalleled wit, the warmest hugs. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Over the years it has been a privilege to watch how he took his boundless energy and wildly creative talents and channeled them into all the things he loved doing. In his music and his writings I can hear his voice again. He played far too short a set. I would give anything for an encore.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I love you Dino and I miss you. Thank you for everything. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Love,&lt;BR/&gt;Heather</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/8421076186998168206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/8421076186998168206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219186080000#c8421076186998168206' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705840292935048227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7129706113117185392</id><published>2008-08-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you everyone for posting stories about Dino....</title><content type='html'>Thank you everyone for posting stories about Dino.  It is so true that the world is so much emptier without Dino here with us.  He had a way about him to make everyone feel special - it was like the instant you met him, you became friends forever because everyone always remembered how funny he was and how happy they made them.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I also had the &amp;quot;pleasure&amp;quot; of getting thorped/thwapped with his fingers.  Damn, that hurt like a b****.  And one time was never enough.  He had to do it multiple times so it REALLY hurt like a b****.  Lots of times, I just wanted to sock him back because I couldn&amp;#39;t figure out how to thorp him so that it would hurt.  I think I probably did whack him back, come to think of it...Throughout his entire journey though, I also would have given anything do get thorped again.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I think most of us know that he had an amazing ability to do imitations &amp;amp; impersonations.  Austin Powers was a classic.  Michael Jackson another.  At our wedding in 1999, he cleared the dance floor as 200 guests looked on &amp;amp; cheered wildly as he moonwalked and Billie Jean&amp;#39;ed for everyone to see.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I will always remember you with great fondness, Dino.  I can&amp;#39;t even really believe you are gone.  Although your time on Earth was cut short, you truly made the most of it and enriched the lives of countless people.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Much love always, Miss Loretta</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/7129706113117185392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/7129706113117185392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219184400000#c7129706113117185392' title=''/><author><name>Loretta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17484701157090927878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-4188420797666724248</id><published>2008-08-19T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:14:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I spoke with Dino yesterday afternoon, I post...</title><content type='html'>When I spoke with Dino yesterday afternoon, I posted a recent picture of Half Dome (http://www.flickr.com/photos/patrickbush/873391413/sizes/o/in/set-72157600956257226/) in the room for him to gaze upon. &lt;BR/&gt;I told him that he was responsible for introducing that big ass rock way back in the day and since, I have affectionately deemed the most beautiful place on earth. I also told him that every time since, when I enter the valley and fix my eyes on that rock, I think of him. Every time I introduced someone to Half Dome, I always talked at length about Dino and the times we have scaled that rock together (one time unplanned even). Yosemite and Dino are synonymous to me. There is not one, without the other. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I travel to Yosemite often, and I feel comfort in knowing Dino will always be there, waiting to share yet another adventure with me in the most beautiful place on earth.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4188420797666724248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4188420797666724248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219180440000#c4188420797666724248' title=''/><author><name>Pat Bush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05997194950895262341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7835663301994913512</id><published>2008-08-19T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:50:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino-Since I met you almost 20 years ago, you have...</title><content type='html'>Dino-&lt;BR/&gt;Since I met you almost 20 years ago, you have been part of my soul. I'm wondering how to go on without you, but I know I will see you in every picture of Yosemite, I will feel your excitement during every Seahawks game, I will hear you in every Dave Matthews, REM, Coldplay, Police and Rush song, I will rekindle your spirit with every story I tell my kids about our adventures. You'll always be with all of us. I will miss you every day that I'm alive my friend. We have prayed for you for a long time - now it's your turn to give us the strength to go on without you. &lt;BR/&gt;If you visit me, can you tell me how Lost will end? Thanks &lt;BR/&gt;I love you!&lt;BR/&gt;Andi</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/7835663301994913512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/7835663301994913512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219179000000#c7835663301994913512' title=''/><author><name>Team Dino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648037714457802657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-5605096476113493958</id><published>2008-08-19T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:45:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino,You were (I can't quite believe I'm writing i...</title><content type='html'>Dino,&lt;BR/&gt;You were (I can't quite believe I'm writing in the past tense) truly one of a kind - a unique sense of humor, intelligence and special view of the world. Your loss will be felt by many.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/5605096476113493958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/5605096476113493958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219178700000#c5605096476113493958' title=''/><author><name>maisie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09630629324946541066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-5591254004593704043</id><published>2008-08-19T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:23:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the image of Dino that will stay with me fo...</title><content type='html'>Here's the image of Dino that will stay with me forever: after a horrific day and night of driving across 3 countries (with our one and a half year old screaming in the back seat, and poor Dino playing referee as Andrew and I argued with each other over whose idea it was to drive 14 hours with a toddler in tow), we finally went to our first restaurant in Italy.  The sky was perfectly blue, the sun was shining, and we sat at an outside table near a fountain.  Dino sat back in his chair with his beer, closed his eyes, smiled, and said that this moment was perfect happiness. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Words can't describe what Dino meant to us all.  In our small family, Dino was a best friend, a "brother," and an "uncle."  He was, to us, everything.  The world has lost a little light with Dino leaving the stage.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dick and Mary: thank you for sharing your Dino with us.  We are so blessed to have had him in our lives. We can't imagine the pain you must be feeling; we are here for you in any way you need.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;love,&lt;BR/&gt;Stephanie, Andrew, Zach and Ella</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/5591254004593704043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/5591254004593704043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219173780000#c5591254004593704043' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314513701564547163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-5419312413010926009</id><published>2008-08-19T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:20:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will truly miss you, Dingy!  I've known Dino sin...</title><content type='html'>I will truly miss you, Dingy!  I've known Dino since my brother Matt and he were in elementary school together.  Dino was like a little brother to me, always full of jokes, sarcasm and the irritating (yet endearing) "thorp" he would inflict upon my forearm with his two or three fingers.  I could never quite replicate or reciprocate the thorp;  boy would I love to get one of those thorps from Dino right now!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I have many memories of Dino, both early and recent ones.  I remember how Dino would call my brother early every Saturday and Sunday mornings during junior high and high school.  Of course, Matt wouldn't answer the phone and I would reluctantly answer and then plead with Dino to not call so early.  Of course, Dino would just tease me and continue to call at the same ungodly hour, every weekend.   Dino was always part of our Zwerling-McGraw family.  He would make a grand entrance every Thanksgiving and make sure he left enough room for a second feast after he left his own family's event.  He would enter the door and we'd all great him with a resounding "Diiinnnooooo!" &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My most recent memory of Dino was a night a few months ago when we met for a spontaneous dinner at 21st Amendment (in SF) followed by a viewing of the U2 3D movie with his Mirror Image friends.  We had so much fun that night and Dino had me in stitches with his many silly comments.  I remember watching him as he hummed and tapped his feet to one of his favorite bands, U2. He was completely "in the moment" and I will always hold on to that wonderful memory.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dino always had a smile on his face and an articulate and/or witty comment to spice up any conversation.  He was full of life and always followed his passions. I've always admired how Dino, as my brother has said, only did what he liked to do.  What a simple yet rarely followed mantra.  Be it sports commentating for UCSB, working at EA and Sega, both writing and, as we teased him, "playing video games all day," playing music in several bands, hanging out with numerous friends and family members, Dino always did what made him happy.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dino, you will be sorely missed.  You brought joy and laughter into all of our hearts.  I'll miss you, little brother!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Love Always,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"Glar"  aka Gloria Zwerling</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/5419312413010926009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/5419312413010926009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219173600000#c5419312413010926009' title=''/><author><name>gloria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702167146928229608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-4734120365069251412</id><published>2008-08-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time I saw Dino in Santa Cruz he was goin...</title><content type='html'>The last time I saw Dino in Santa Cruz he was going over to his mom's but he had to stop off at 7-11 first.  My 10 year old daughter and I had already walked across the street headed back to my house when I noticed Dino pulling into the parking lot.  As you all know, Dino had an infectious personality and could bring a smile to anyone's face so I made a point of heading back into 7-11 just so I could say hi, introduce my daughter to him and get a dose of Dino.  After our brief visit and him asking about my parents and my brother (Preppy Jock Babe) as Dino used to refer to him as, my daughter and I retreated back home.  Of course, I had to explain to my daughter who Dino was and that he was once a famous baseball announcer.  Well, at least in my eyes he was a famous baseball announcer.  He used to announce my little league games back in the day and he was the BEST!  The problem was that while we were all trying to be serious during the game Dino would come over the PA system and make everyone laugh while we were either at the plate, in the field or just sitting in the stands.  Even during his teen years Dino was there to remind us that you should take things lightly, especially little league baseball.  I'll have to watch my brothers wedding video again as well so I can see his impersonation of an Irishman....Man, he could impersonate anyone!  Dino you will be truly missed.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Little Nev</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4734120365069251412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/4734120365069251412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219173360000#c4734120365069251412' title=''/><author><name>JNev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18305738561861061984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-1135814789436125628</id><published>2008-08-19T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:06:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile, fragile, fragile, fragile, fragile. Four ...</title><content type='html'>Fragile, fragile, fragile, fragile, fragile. Four months ago over lunch, I tried to recruit Dino to work for me again. And the reality is, more than anything else, I wanted to bring his unique personality to the team.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dino was a special talent with so much more to give.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My condolences to all.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;~ Bill</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/1135814789436125628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/1135814789436125628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219172760000#c1135814789436125628' title=''/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01829182518978464701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-3257086845262705619</id><published>2008-08-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino,Thank you for totally rockin' the house on my...</title><content type='html'>Dino,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Thank you for totally rockin' the house on my 40th birthday, your great hallowe'en costumes and pitch perfect dr. evil, great parties with at your place with Lizzie and Scout in our 'hood, teaching me Lil' Wing on the guitar, schooling me on the football field, and sharing a love of both DMB and Rush... You will be greatly missed...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Peace...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Kamal</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3257086845262705619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3257086845262705619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219172220000#c3257086845262705619' title=''/><author><name>kps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481953080897979657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7011331549776853628</id><published>2008-08-19T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:31:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino, this world was a better place with you in it...</title><content type='html'>Dino, this world was a better place with you in it (not to mention, substantially funnier).   I have and always will cherish the laughs we shared.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dick, Mary and Co., I wish for you simple pleasures, small victories, and happy memories of Dino to help you through the difficult days ahead. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Also, remember that "be strong" has many meanings and varies from day to day. It means having the courage to feel and express your emotions, the wisdom to know that sometimes falling apart takes more guts than holding it together, and that sometimes bravery means giving yourself permission to be happy.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/7011331549776853628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/7011331549776853628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219170660000#c7011331549776853628' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01203318207793315601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-2235075104769520672</id><published>2008-08-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the last several days I’ve been trying to rec...</title><content type='html'>Over the last several days I’ve been trying to recall my earliest memory of Dino. The best I could come up with was the Santa Cruz High School quad, Dino strolling through at brunch or lunch in his red cardinal football jersey, looking over at me, and yelling “Dalbey!!!” at the top of his lungs. I don’t know if it happened like that or not, but throughout our long friendship, his terms of endearment for me have brightened my mood each and every time I saw him. Dino showed me the ropes. Through high school, at UCSB, and beyond, he was the big brother figure who took time to introduce me to new places and new friends. He moved me into my freshman dorm room and promptly embarrassed me by announcing the name of my roommate at the top of his lungs before I had a chance to meet her. He introduced me to the best eateries in Isla Vista and took me into his fold of college friends who became, thanks to him, my lifelong friends. When I got my first ever “D” grade on a paper in college, I went to his apartment and he sat down with me and patiently explained to me that college was slightly more challenging that high school and that I would have to buckle down if I wanted to get the kinds of grades I was used to. He then patiently reviewed my paper with me, line by line explaining how I could make it stronger. He answered my phone calls when I was distraught. He made his thoughts clear about what he thought of the male company I kept and whether they were worthy of my time. He teased me relentlessly, sometimes bringing me to tears, just as a big brother should. Years passed, we lived in different parts of the world and didn’t see one another as often, but every time we got together we picked up where we left off, always with a big warm hug, a smile, and a boisterous greeting of Dalbey, Malbus, or some wacky version of my last name. Over the last months before Dino was diagnosed, we started a tradition of a big pasta dinner at our house, followed by viewing of Lost. I can still see him sitting at my kitchen table enjoying the my Bolognese sauce. That is how I’ll remember him. Red wine in hand enjoying a good meal. I, like most of us I suppose, am uncertain about what lies ahead for us on the other side. I feel a lot more comfortable with the idea now knowing that my big brother Dino will be there waiting to show me the ropes. Thank you Dino. I love and miss you!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/2235075104769520672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/2235075104769520672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219168920000#c2235075104769520672' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03542898795845863791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-6834292339797040120</id><published>2008-08-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I sit here at work with a lump in my throat my ...</title><content type='html'>As I sit here at work with a lump in my throat my mind is back at UCSB for the two years I lived with Dino.  Even though we parted ways many years ago in our early twenties, I feel like I lost a good friend last night.  I do know that the world is forever scarred by his passing.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Too much going through my head right now.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Andy Neal</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6834292339797040120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6834292339797040120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219168680000#c6834292339797040120' title=''/><author><name>AGNeal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07416882140398264908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-6923654292664160849</id><published>2008-08-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock and disbelief...I don't know what else to sa...</title><content type='html'>Shock and disbelief...I don't know what else to say.  Dick, I can't imagine the strength it must have taken to take up the keyboard so short after Dino's passing...thank you thank you thank you.  I have been religiously following the blog many times daily, but just now saw this final post.  My heart goes out to you and the family.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dino is (was?  how can that possibly be past tense?) my oldest friend.  From 3rd grade through 6th, we were inseparable.  9 months older and a head taller, he stuffed my shots in basketball like Kareem, but I redeemed myself in spelling bees.  Our 2-on-2 baseball games (how did that work?) are the stuff of legend...the Oly Pirates we were, after the Olympia Beer jerseys we wore and the World Series champs of the day.  His moving back to Santa Cruz was the first big shock of my short life.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We grew apart, then grew back together.  I would see him once every year or so, on business trips to the Bay Area.  We could talk for hours over microbrews, whining about the sorry state of the 'Hawks or praising the latest Bruce Hornsby.  He was a truly constant friend, a part of me.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;A few months ago I was pinged by Dino on Yahoo chat:  "I have some bad news."  I was shocked then, but that was nothing compared to what I feel now.  I never even considered the possibility this would happen, not to Dino.  I can only imagine how much he fought until the end...way to go, man.  You had the big C on the ropes and were in control...but then came the left hook.  Dammit.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You inspired me, Dino.  All the way from that day we met at the bus stop in 3rd grade...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Love,&lt;BR/&gt;Brad "Space" (God, I hated it when you called me that) Kadet</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6923654292664160849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/6923654292664160849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219168440000#c6923654292664160849' title=''/><author><name>Brad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16547510341112501859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-3205434660776825288</id><published>2008-08-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've only ever met Dino through a friend in his ba...</title><content type='html'>I've only ever met Dino through a friend in his band Mirror Image, but I've followed this blog from the very beginning.  I've kept him and you all in my thoughts throughout his treatment and have always sent positive thoughts with each courageous, intelligent, and determined blog post.  My deepest condolences to Dino's family.  Dino, you will not be forgotten.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3205434660776825288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3205434660776825288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219166880000#c3205434660776825288' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00695379541056795162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-1627681958429454614</id><published>2008-08-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino - wherever you are, may you keep those other ...</title><content type='html'>Dino - wherever you are, may you keep those other spirits around you laughing - just like you did here on earth. I think I've only seen you once in the last 10 years or so, but it was a memorable night here in Santa Cruz - you kept us laughing the whole time. I'm so glad we ran into you strolling down Pacific Ave that night.&lt;BR/&gt;My thoughts are with you and your family and friends.&lt;BR/&gt;Ruby</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/1627681958429454614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/1627681958429454614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219166520000#c1627681958429454614' title=''/><author><name>Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658269878917604211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-3573179267936593154</id><published>2008-08-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino -The cruelest thing in the last few hours was...</title><content type='html'>Dino -&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The cruelest thing in the last few hours was having the facebook page pop up and ask me if I would like to add you as a friend. I am proud to say that you are my friend. Thanks for everything. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I take some small comfort knowing you are at peace, but it still doesn't stop the hurt.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;To his family and friends on this board: Though most of us have not met in person, I know that I have a group of new friends today. And I have Dino to thank for bringing us together. Take care and be strong.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3573179267936593154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/7856084889202478182/comments/default/3573179267936593154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html?showComment=1219164600000#c3573179267936593154' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01432027989860113963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dinosjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-know-what-to-say.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170484143307794538.post-7856084889202478182' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170484143307794538/posts/default/7856084889202478182' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>