Thursday, August 07, 2008
I was looking through my vast archive of old images, and came across what I believe is the banner image for Freudian Slop. If anyone who has access to his template is reading this, you can download the image from here
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Fixed the archive links in the sidebar. Just wanted to tidy up.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Hi everyone. I've (finally) uploaded all the pictures again to my webspace, so everything should look good for a change...except for the "Freudian Slop" banner. We may have lost that forever. Scott's friend Meredith was hosting that image and her webpages seem to be gone. Her contact info doesn't work anymore either. If anyone happens to know her or know how to contact her, please let me know
Thursday, January 01, 2004
I will be working dilligently to get photos of Scott back up, as well as the images. Blogger's been acting a little wierd lately, so be patient with me. The images for the title of this blog were being hosted by another friend of Scott's, whom I believe that I can contact. Then I can host them myself. If not, I may have to remove those images altogether. Also, I now have a scanner, so I can put more pictures up if we find some more good'ns.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Jeff just sent me these photos of Scottie's headstone, now in place. Much thanks to Kerry and Su for the digital images. I think the headstone is both beautiful and appropriate.
I miss you, my dear, dear friend...
Friday, April 18, 2003
I was digging through some old files the other day, and I came across this comic strip
that Scott used as his Freudian Slip background for a little while. The hapless guy in that comic strip was "Skattie" as I knew him -- funny, almost compulsively self-deprecating, analytical to a fault, and ever-hopeful.
There hasn't been a single day in the past year that I haven't felt his absence. I miss the conversations we're not having about movies, and comic books, and comic book movies (Scott man, how could you pass up a chance to see X-Men 2???). I wish I had had the chance to know him better, or at least to give back some of what he so freely gave me and so many others. He must have lived in some time warp where days were 30 hours long, for the amount of time he gave to people, listening to them, encouraging them, giving them hope even while his own supply was dwindling.
One of the last times I talked with Scott, I was complaining about how I felt burned out and wanted to give up writing and posting to my website. Scott was right there encouraging me in that special way that he had (i.e., mercilessly breaking my balls). Whenever I feel like quitting, I think of Scott and it kicks my ass back in gear. He was the kind of guy who was so passionate about the things he cared about, that he made you care more deeply, and try harder. He is still an inspiration and I try to honor his spirit in everything I do.
I'm glad he's still remembered and that there are people still posting here and sharing their memories of him. He left the world a better place, and I hope that in my life I can accomplish half of what he did in the brief time he was here. Thanks, Scott.
Friday, January 31, 2003
Hello. Jeff lent me some pictures a while back. I finally got around to asking Toni
to scan them. Thank you much Toni. There's some really good pics of Scottie here. Starting with a couple with his twin brother Jeff from before I knew Scott:
Then a couple with Tabitha (I would have to say that the one directly below is one of my favorites; the lower one includes Scott's brother Bill and his wife):
Here's one of Scott with Claire, one of the autistic kids he worked with:
The rest are from the last time I saw Scott in May, 2002. One includes Scott and I doing a retard dance. I have no idea why we were doing that. Sorry Jeff, the last one had to be posted. It almost looks like he was doing his James from Get In Here Records face:
I hope everyone has been coping okay with this loss. I know that it still stings for me every day. Not a day goes by that I don't miss his humor, intelligence, feistiness, and kindness. The last words I ever heard from him were words of encouragement. He made a comment on my weblog about not defining myself through my employment (I had been laid off). He often made useful, caring comments when I was having a difficult time with some aspect of life. I wish I could have been as helpful to him as he was to me.
Also, the weblog is still open for anyone to make entries. We'd love to hear experiences you may have had with Scott, or see pictures, or if you just have some thoughts on Scott, poetry, etc. Again, if you already have access to the weblog, just log in and make an entry. If not, send it to me in an email
and I'll get it posted for you.
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Here are some pics that Tabitha
sent to Lorene (thanks Tab, we love ya):
A month ago, I didn't think that I'd ever be able to look at pictures of Scott without getting horribly depressed, tearing up, etc. But, now I can look upon them and reflect upon good times with him and smile. I hope everyone else is at this point, too.
I don't know how much longer Jeff is gonna wanna keep the blog up. So please, if you have anything to add, do so soon.
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
I don't think that anyone could doubt that I loved this boy.
I loved him in different ways over these two years of knowing him. He was the one that - no matter what - was always a prize to me somewhere deep in my heart. A symbol of something that went well and still meant much. Even after the romance had to end, he was always the one that could have been and was proof of the hope that true goodness exists in this world. Men were not bad because he was not bad.
It wasn't hard to love him really. He was so easy to be with and embrace in that way. No matter who you were or what you were. He had this effervescent puppy like quality to him that you knew that when you saw it - was a rare and special thing indeed.
His innocence astounded me. His beauty inspired me. He was the one I could always rely on. A constant in a world of many many inconstant things.
And in a flash he was gone. As if a flame unattended, a brief moment when I wasn't looking, had gone out. I didn't know that something could do that to him - could rid this world, my world, of his seemingly eternal warmth and glow. In many ways I do not want to accept it - these new facts. These are changes to my world view, my beliefs, my givens. He was always supposed to be here, without a doubt to me. And it's a shame that he is not.
He was a beautiful man and a wonderful soul. He touched so many people with his pure generous light without even really trying. He had this ability to just make you speak and say things that you would have never said to yourself out loud. He was a man who did not judge or preach, but just understood. It was his understanding that in many ways redeemed you. He had a gift. He reached people that would be unreachable - through mediums that are by nature cold and inorganic. He was so talented that he made it his life's work, to reach children that were in fact by science and by medicine deemed unreachable as well. It was his gift and his purpose in life and he had the limitless compassion to do it.
He literally changed my life and made me a better person. He helped me see the beauty and possibility in myself. His unflinching belief in the abilities of other people - at times over himself - made life good to live in. It made life and people worth understanding. His stamp of approval meant everything. His taste, his humanity, was gold. He made me open and willing to love and most importantly be, possibly, hurt.
I regret to see that he left no children. He would have made a wonderful, wonderful father.
In the two years that I've known him, I've gotten to know him very well. I've met his family and his friends and was allowed into his innermost circle. I got to hear his doubts and dreams. His secrets were my honor to keep. The times I've shared with him were some of the happiest in my life. And here are some of the pictures I've kept from our time together. From when we first started out in our romance
and in love
. . . To when we were sick over New Year's Eve together and nursed each other back to health
. . . To when we were near the end of our romance but still cared for each other's company
in fun places like New York . . . These were the more intimate sides of Scott that I got to know and care for. These are just some simple mementos of his life before ( 1
) in his old apartment and of his desk that I also have and would like to share with you.
To my first love and my best friend - sweet Scott that I will remember and cherish forever
- may you rest in peace.
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
So I'm going to take advantage of the fact that for some reason Scott trusted me enough to grant me access to his blog. Granted, I granted him access to my small circle of people I care about, but still, I was honored.
Greeting everyone. This is Meredith. Yes, the one who begged Scott to get rid of the naked asian amazon background and who made the above Freudian Slop logo. I've been trying to think of something to say, but I thought I'd let Scott talk for himself, in a manner of speaking.
One day (I'm setting the stage here, so please be patient), I begged on my blog for someone to tell me a joke. And then I waited. And I waited. And I waited.
Then after a good deal of waiting, I got an email from our dear ol' belov'd. And here was his joke:
Okay. Here's your joke: Why did God create the universe? Because he's an evil, twisted bastard and we're all his playthings, in some warped game that fits into his
Thanks Scott, for making me spit diet coke through my nose on many an ocassion.
(and thanks for being more tolerant of my accidental spelling than you were your own)
Sunday, August 04, 2002
Here is the plan for Scott's weblog. If you wish to post something to the actual weblog, as opposed to the comments system (poems, pictures you may have, thoughts on Scott, etc.), please send me an e-mail
and I will post it. Please mention who you are and tell me what your weblog address is and tell me if you wish your e-mail address to be posted, as well. If you are one of the people who Scott granted access to the weblog for "guest-posting", please feel free to post whatever you'd like to this weblog any time that you'd like. I get the impression from Jeff that eventually this weblog will be decommissioned, so please get your posts in while it's still up and running.
A huge thank you to Toni
for giving me permission to place the above picture on Scott's weblog. I think that this is one of the best pictures I've ever seen of Scott. It is from July 4, 2000. It was Scott's last 4th of July spent with his SLC friends. Here is one that's a little dark, but it's from that same party with some of us pulling "retard faces":
Scott's brother Jeff is to Scott's right in the blue MTX shirt. This picture is also courtesy of Toni.
The funeral and wake for Scott is over. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and on a personal level it helped me to move on some, and I suspect it did the same for the many people in attendance. I would estimate at least 100 people showed for the funeral. Jeff , his older brother Bill and his wife Sharyl spoke, as did their sister Tanya. Kimberly Wren (Bill's daughter) gave the opening prayer. There was beautiful singing by Roger Bean and & Jana Van Dyke, and Elvis Costello's music played in the background when we arrived and as we left. There was also an open invitation for any of Scott's friends and family to pay tribute to Scott through sharing memories of him. I would say that at least 10 people took this opportunity to speak of Scott. The entire service was very moving and healing, I thought.
The following quote was on the cover of the program:
"You'll see me off in the
distance, I hope,
at the other end
of the telescope"
The following was printed on the backside of the program (what is this from, Jeff?):
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
I also wanted to mention that Scott's wake was held at Jerry McPhie's house. Jerry is a very close friend to Jeff and Scott, and actually was Scott's roommate at one point. We all owe a huge debt of gratitude to Jerry for hosting this. Jerry also hosted Scott's going away bash, when he moved to Denver. It was a wonderful time, and something that we all needed. Many thanks to Jerry.
Friday, August 02, 2002
Scott Allen Vice Our loving son, brother, uncle and friend, Scott Allen, 37, passed away July 29, 2002, in Denver, Colo. Scott, a twin to Jeff, was born Feb. 2, 1965, in San Gabriel, Calif., to Vital Joseph Vice and Zelda Christine Pyles. He grew up in Payson, Utah, graduating from Payson High School in 1983. A loyal Ute fan, Scott received his Bachelor's of Science in Psychology from the University of Utah in 1999. He was currently attending the University of Denver, where he was pursuing a Ph.D in Clinical Psychology, specializing in Childhood Psychological Disorders. He was working as a researcher in the University of Denver's Twins Lab. Scott had an insatiable thirst for knowledge and the pursuit of truth, coupled with a childlike sense of wonder. He was an avid reader of everything from classic literature to contemporary comic books. He was a toy collector and an enthusiastic disc golfer. He was a fan of animation, as well as independent and foreign cinema. He had a great love for children and was adored as "Uncle Scotty" by his nieces and nephews. Kind and gentle, the world is a better place for having had Scott in it. "Be seeing you" He is survived by his mother of Payson; brothers Bill (Sharyl) Wren, Pleasant Grove; Jeff Vice, Salt Lake City; sister Tanya Rekow, Salt Lake City; nieces and nephews Kimberly, Nathan, Karina and Michael Wren; Jaramy (Melissa) Hathaway; Tiffany, Beau, Shaun and Caitlyn Clark. He was preceded in death by his father, brother Mark Wren and his grandparents. A memorial service will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Saturday, Aug. 3, 2002, at Walker Mortuary, 587 S. 100 W., Payson, Utah. Friends may call from 11:45 to 12:45 p.m. Interment, Salem City Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, contributions toward funeral expenses will be accepted.
Thursday, August 01, 2002
Hello. This is Dylan, a friend of Scott's. I just wanted to post here for those of you who haven't read Scott's brother's (Jeff Vice) comments on the comments system: Scott Allen Vice was found dead in his apartment Monday, July 29th. Jeff wanted me to convey how sorry he is for us all. He is also grateful that Scott had so many wonderful friends... and that you were all able to have him as your friend, as well.
If Jeff has anything else he wants mentioned, there will be additional postings.
For my part, I wish to convey my personal grief and express my deepest sympathies to Jeff, Scott's entire family, and all of his friends. He will be sorely missed. If you wish to ask questions, please feel free to contact me
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
I know I'm apologizing a lot lately, but...
I've been busy. Busy, busy. And will continue to be busy.
So just be patient, okay?
Monday, July 22, 2002
Random shtuff (typo intentional)
It's the girl
's birthday tomorrow and we don't really have any special plans, other than a nice dinner. I've already given her a couple things early (both because she spotted them lying around my apartment and because she was feeling a little low about coming back here after her long break from school) and have to pick up a couple more tomorrow (they're on order).
It looks like my trip to Salt Lake will be delayed until the middle of next month. Mostly, it's that I have several reports to work on, a couple feedback letters to write, and some work on a co-authored paper, and I need to be here to do all that. Besides, it probably wouldn't have made sense just to come for two days, when I probably wouldn't have gotten to see everyone. I promise, I'll plan for about a week in the middle of the month, and try to have a relaxed trip.
What is it with hair plucking? Really. I've noticed that several women I've dated have had this tendency to pluck hair (both mine and theirs). In the latest example, the girl
takes it upon herself to pluck ingrown facial hair after I shave. And I swear I never had ingrown facial hair before she started plucking. Makes no sense, really...
Why, oh why do I have to go back and re-publish my archives every few days? Can somebody please explain...?
A big ol' long-distance birthday hug
's birthday. Go over and send her love, will you?
So I rolled out of bed a little after 1 today. "Why", you ask? "Well", I reply, "I had dry heaves and what felt like the beginnings of a migraine last night. And I tried to sleep them off in the night but was still drained this morning".
It was sweet of the girl
to stay and baby sit me last night, even though I think she was rather disappointed, since she wanted to go back to her apartment and watch a couple more "Decalogue" parts. But it just hit me as we were about to leave (that pounding in my head, the sweats, the overall nausea) and I knew I was stuck, even though I had all my stuff ready to go.
I'm not really sure what set it off. I had mowed the lawn earlier, which may have been a catalyst (it looked cloudy, which was why I started, but then the sun came back out, and being the hard-headed person I am, I finished, anyway), since it was hot and dusty. But I thought I had bathed the heat and grime away.
Thnking back, I should have known it was coming when we went to shoot pool and I started feeling sore and grouchy. I'd love it if I could find someplace to play pool where it doesn't smell like a chimney from cigarette smoke.
But whatever the precipitant, I was sick last night and a little bit this morning. And I'm still a bit woozy.
Sunday, July 21, 2002
am sorry I haven't posted until now... I've just been keeping busy with school stuff (more Twins testing) and spending time with the returned girl
, so I just haven't been around much. We did manage to squeeze "Decalogue" 3 and 4 last night. But mostly, I've just been exhausted. And I'm finally gonna mow the lawn tonight. It sounds thrilling, no?