Barile
Well-known member
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
I've always wanted to use that quote from Shakespeare, but never could find just the right occaision. I dunno... feels right to me.
Some of you remember me. I know Karen remembers me all too well. The grades c/s who suggested that the flu vaccine that
was being required we all take may have been tampered with and how do we know the chain of custody of that stuff, and says who?
Karen graciously appeared as a witness for my comm ev. It was I believe the late summer of 1979 that I simply announced I would be leaving.
Do what thou wilt, I said. After seven years at CCLA, 1972 to 1979, I had seen, heard, done enough. I was old enough at that point, to see the future
and experienced enough to understand the present. There were close relationships. I think most people that worked with Yvonne would have
happily take a bullet for her. In all these years since, having worked for everything from small businesses to aerospace and defense companies, to
one of the largest corporations whose product is in your pocket, I've never worked with or for a more caring individual. If you caught her
just at the right moment, she had an infectious sense of humor. It's really the little things.
I came to California on March 7, 1972. I drove from Gainesville, Florida in a 1962 Volkswagen pickup truck, with a camper shell I constructed out of
2x4's and cardboard and had sprayed with a polyfoam at the sight of a geodesic dome build. I think the guy charged me $10.00 to spray the
camper form with foam, and I simply carved it to shape.
I had taken a comm course at a small mission in Florida and ya know... the lights came on for me. I was going to California to join the SO.
I was barely 20 and was a musician by trade, so I was already used to bare minimum meals. With a false start or two, I would sign that contract.
There began the journey. I trainned on Excalibur and the Bolivar docked in Long Beach. Upon returning to CC, I was in Tech Services and later became
staff DofP. Some more training and I was doing intro sessions. As I recall, the best was Richard Kiel, 7'2" tall, played Jaws in the Bond movies.
Try to find cans that fit him.... I did some years as an HGC auditor and became "often requested". This due to the fact that I was John Travolta's first auditor.
I guess the word got out. I would go on to HGC grades c/s and was sent to Flag along with Ray Mithoff, James Fiducia and maybe one or two others.
The internships were all supervised by Brian "You What???" Livingston and c/sing courtesy of David Mayo. It was fun in the sun back in Florida, from where
I came. I spent the next few years in the CC Ivory Tower, on the night shift, as c/s'es mostly do, c/sing public grades auditing and maybe even XDN. Started doing a side job for FOLO, c/sing sec checks in my "spare time". It was at some point in there.... that I started to feel like, ya know, some of the questions were questionable. I finished OTVII and did notice a few changes. I was seeing the bigger picture. Do I attribute that to any success I had with solo auditing?
Well, no. Not now, 40 years later. Now, it's clear I knew for some time that all was not right. I had relinquished critical thought for the ideal of freedom.
I was a prisoner in a system that promised to set me free, and I was seeing all the moving parts.
When I was finally cleared for takeoff, I moved south to orange county and got some dumb jobs and went back to school. I did some professional photography for awhile, skills courtesy of Randy McDonald, who taught me the basics of darkroom work, while I "helped" him with the CC Magazine. Computers became available just a few years later. ( In fact, my first job in NYC in 1969 was with Crawdaddy! magazine, a rock magazine started by Paul Williams. The editor was Chester Anderson, a counter culture sci-fi author ( The Butterfly Kid ). He introduced me to the I Ching, DMT and Philip K. Dick, who was a friend of his, and was often found lurking around the Crawdaddy office, trying to be invisible.. They sent me to IBM school in the Wall Street district to learn IBM's new MTSC which was the forerunner to desktop publishing. It was tape driven and fairly massive. My computer career really started there, 1969 in NY, just as "Dazed and Confused" started wafting from every window in the Village. ) In 1984, I bought a Macintosh and started teaching myself programming. By 1989 I was doing overnight turnaround for all the aerospace and defense companies in the LA area. I even got to do some darkroom work, because I had the background, and did some pre-photoshop darkroom composite images for NASA.
Now here's where things go weird. I met back up with an old flame, Renee Hellstrom / Taylor / Szeckely, who was doing tax work for a dentist in my area. She was the mission holder for the Montery Mission up north. We're in 1990 if you are lost in the timeline... I knew I didn't want back in, but I thought I could show her that life had a wealth of other things to explore. I moved to Monterey and we got married. Pat Gualteri was kind enough to do the service at CC. I was able to use my contacts in LA to get an interview at Apple Computer in 1991. I was hired into component engineering and did elecro-mechanical design work. The mission was taken away from her... and she would have to close it down. I guess there was a lot of that going around at the time, but I didn't pay much attention to it really. As marriages do, this one ended shortly thereafter and she went back to LA, while I moved to Cupertino to avoid the 2 hour commute.
I would spend the next 29 years at Apple, going from hardware design, then systems engineering and have been running the production website, apple.com, and a few other smaller properties for the last 21 years of those years. This "pandemic" lockdown has given me time to consider retiring and head for the hills. So... I announced my retirement in the middle to this lockdown situation and explained that I really didn't want to retire, but if it quacks like a civil war... that was good enough for me. Decided to buy a property in a remote middle America area and go fishing, sleep late, stay up late, not have to be 'on call' and not have to try to seem interested at staff meetings. Ya, there was other stuff that happened. My kid graduated college last year and is back east doing robotics stuff. Lots of other stuff, some sweet, some bordering "strange tales". That, it would seem, is the way life evolves. Chance, luck, coincidence, kindness, and did I mention just plain dumb luck? None of the above was planned. It only makes sense when you look back at it. So I'm here and in a sense, I'm looking back, but only to hear the other stories, that I might laugh or feel empathy or catch a ray of sunshine. That's the story. I'm sticking to it.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
I've always wanted to use that quote from Shakespeare, but never could find just the right occaision. I dunno... feels right to me.
Some of you remember me. I know Karen remembers me all too well. The grades c/s who suggested that the flu vaccine that
was being required we all take may have been tampered with and how do we know the chain of custody of that stuff, and says who?
Karen graciously appeared as a witness for my comm ev. It was I believe the late summer of 1979 that I simply announced I would be leaving.
Do what thou wilt, I said. After seven years at CCLA, 1972 to 1979, I had seen, heard, done enough. I was old enough at that point, to see the future
and experienced enough to understand the present. There were close relationships. I think most people that worked with Yvonne would have
happily take a bullet for her. In all these years since, having worked for everything from small businesses to aerospace and defense companies, to
one of the largest corporations whose product is in your pocket, I've never worked with or for a more caring individual. If you caught her
just at the right moment, she had an infectious sense of humor. It's really the little things.
I came to California on March 7, 1972. I drove from Gainesville, Florida in a 1962 Volkswagen pickup truck, with a camper shell I constructed out of
2x4's and cardboard and had sprayed with a polyfoam at the sight of a geodesic dome build. I think the guy charged me $10.00 to spray the
camper form with foam, and I simply carved it to shape.
I had taken a comm course at a small mission in Florida and ya know... the lights came on for me. I was going to California to join the SO.
I was barely 20 and was a musician by trade, so I was already used to bare minimum meals. With a false start or two, I would sign that contract.
There began the journey. I trainned on Excalibur and the Bolivar docked in Long Beach. Upon returning to CC, I was in Tech Services and later became
staff DofP. Some more training and I was doing intro sessions. As I recall, the best was Richard Kiel, 7'2" tall, played Jaws in the Bond movies.
Try to find cans that fit him.... I did some years as an HGC auditor and became "often requested". This due to the fact that I was John Travolta's first auditor.
I guess the word got out. I would go on to HGC grades c/s and was sent to Flag along with Ray Mithoff, James Fiducia and maybe one or two others.
The internships were all supervised by Brian "You What???" Livingston and c/sing courtesy of David Mayo. It was fun in the sun back in Florida, from where
I came. I spent the next few years in the CC Ivory Tower, on the night shift, as c/s'es mostly do, c/sing public grades auditing and maybe even XDN. Started doing a side job for FOLO, c/sing sec checks in my "spare time". It was at some point in there.... that I started to feel like, ya know, some of the questions were questionable. I finished OTVII and did notice a few changes. I was seeing the bigger picture. Do I attribute that to any success I had with solo auditing?
Well, no. Not now, 40 years later. Now, it's clear I knew for some time that all was not right. I had relinquished critical thought for the ideal of freedom.
I was a prisoner in a system that promised to set me free, and I was seeing all the moving parts.
When I was finally cleared for takeoff, I moved south to orange county and got some dumb jobs and went back to school. I did some professional photography for awhile, skills courtesy of Randy McDonald, who taught me the basics of darkroom work, while I "helped" him with the CC Magazine. Computers became available just a few years later. ( In fact, my first job in NYC in 1969 was with Crawdaddy! magazine, a rock magazine started by Paul Williams. The editor was Chester Anderson, a counter culture sci-fi author ( The Butterfly Kid ). He introduced me to the I Ching, DMT and Philip K. Dick, who was a friend of his, and was often found lurking around the Crawdaddy office, trying to be invisible.. They sent me to IBM school in the Wall Street district to learn IBM's new MTSC which was the forerunner to desktop publishing. It was tape driven and fairly massive. My computer career really started there, 1969 in NY, just as "Dazed and Confused" started wafting from every window in the Village. ) In 1984, I bought a Macintosh and started teaching myself programming. By 1989 I was doing overnight turnaround for all the aerospace and defense companies in the LA area. I even got to do some darkroom work, because I had the background, and did some pre-photoshop darkroom composite images for NASA.
Now here's where things go weird. I met back up with an old flame, Renee Hellstrom / Taylor / Szeckely, who was doing tax work for a dentist in my area. She was the mission holder for the Montery Mission up north. We're in 1990 if you are lost in the timeline... I knew I didn't want back in, but I thought I could show her that life had a wealth of other things to explore. I moved to Monterey and we got married. Pat Gualteri was kind enough to do the service at CC. I was able to use my contacts in LA to get an interview at Apple Computer in 1991. I was hired into component engineering and did elecro-mechanical design work. The mission was taken away from her... and she would have to close it down. I guess there was a lot of that going around at the time, but I didn't pay much attention to it really. As marriages do, this one ended shortly thereafter and she went back to LA, while I moved to Cupertino to avoid the 2 hour commute.
I would spend the next 29 years at Apple, going from hardware design, then systems engineering and have been running the production website, apple.com, and a few other smaller properties for the last 21 years of those years. This "pandemic" lockdown has given me time to consider retiring and head for the hills. So... I announced my retirement in the middle to this lockdown situation and explained that I really didn't want to retire, but if it quacks like a civil war... that was good enough for me. Decided to buy a property in a remote middle America area and go fishing, sleep late, stay up late, not have to be 'on call' and not have to try to seem interested at staff meetings. Ya, there was other stuff that happened. My kid graduated college last year and is back east doing robotics stuff. Lots of other stuff, some sweet, some bordering "strange tales". That, it would seem, is the way life evolves. Chance, luck, coincidence, kindness, and did I mention just plain dumb luck? None of the above was planned. It only makes sense when you look back at it. So I'm here and in a sense, I'm looking back, but only to hear the other stories, that I might laugh or feel empathy or catch a ray of sunshine. That's the story. I'm sticking to it.
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