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eLroy

About Me

Toot-toot! 115 decibels from my Day-Glo orange Fox-40 are painfully loud at ground zero, but lifeguards for a quarter-mile radius know what two short whistle blasts mean. I just spotted and initiated my first ocean rescue. Lifeguards from every edge of the vast Field 6 beachfront at Jones Beach, NY, are sprinting to the main-stand in full-tilt, even one guard with half a sandwich still wedged in the corner of her mouth. I jump down six feet from my firmly entrenched wooden lifeguard stand to a small pile of sand that we share the burden of maintaining between one-hour shifts. Remembering to leave my shades behind this time, I grab the buoy and lasso the loop around my shoulder. The sprint to the water lasts seconds, and my eyes have not yet left the drowning patron. I punch through the over-head shore break, and make a quick, clean entry into the same murky riptide sucking the victim out to sea. I porpoise through the shallow surf and then freestyle like a mad-man until I reach him in what seems like seconds. Although his eyes are half submerged and surrounded by bubbles, he immediately latches onto the buoy as I extend it to him with my last stroke. With words of reassurance, I calm the patron out of his frenzy for survival. He is floating now. Another lifeguard appears with the line just as I look back towards land. Together, we hook-up safely with the victim, still grasping the buoy for dear life. As a third lifeguard on shore tows the three of us with the line, I realize that the rip has sucked us out twice as far as when I spotted the rescue minutes earlier, and we are several hundred yards from land. Exiting the ocean with heavy shore-break is tricky, but we manage safely. Exhausted and still breathless from his brush with death, the patron shakes my hand and thanks me. A crowd of beachgoers has collected around my stand, and I slap five with my fellow guards who assisted in the rescue. Climbing back up to finish my shift, I have a newborn sense of what it means to make a difference in someone’s life.

My Interests

surfing, snowboarding, snowmobiling, running - especially soft sand at the beach, ocean and pool swimming, body surfing, riding my bike, reading, collecting beach glass, hiking and camping, being with my family, long road trips, dancing, staying hard, thinking freely and questioning authority, dreaming, sleeping, operating, writing

I'd like to meet:

The sweetest girl of all. Newton, Einstein, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Ken Kesey, Timothy Leary, Albert Hoffmann, Jim Morrison, Jack Nicholson, Laird Hamilton, Martin Luther King

Music:

Radionhead, Built to Spill, REM, Floyd, Zepplin, Sublime, Bob Marley, Miles Davis, Pumpkins, Mediacrime (my pop's band), Doors, Carl Cox, Live, Depeche Mode, James, Rush, Moe, Phish, Dead, Allman Brothers, Moby, Silverchair - Frogstomp, Beastie Boys

Movies:

Shawshank Redemption, Eternal Sunshine on the Spotless Mind, Usual Suspects, Star Wars - Empire Strikes Back, Happy Gilmore, American History X, Bad Boyz II, Pulp Fiction, Big Lebowski, Seven, Fear and Lothing in Las Vegas, Donnie Darko, Kill Bill, Arlington Road, Fight Club, Being John Malkovich, Dark Crystal, Legend, E.T., Groundhog Day, Caddyshack (2), Forrest Gump,

Television:

I don't want a telescreen, and so I do not have one... but on occasion I will watch Scrubs, Sapranos, S.U. basketball, and 24.

Books:

THE POWER OF NOW --Eckhart Tolle *** The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"-----Jack Kerouac, On the Road ***Aldous Huxley - Brave New World, Doors of Perception, Heaven and Hell ***George Orwell - 1984, Animal Farm ***Steven Hawkins - A Brief History of the Future, The Universe in a Nutshell ***Kurt Vonnegut - Cat's Cradle, Slaughterhouse 5, Hocus Pocus (thanks LT) ***Michael Crichton, MD - his entire collection, favorite book Travels ***Rick Strassman, MD - DMT: The Spirit Molecule ***Peter Breggin, MD - Toxic Psychiatry ***

Heroes:

Michael Moore, firemen, docs and nurses, my sister

My Blog

Missed the Bus

My goodness my goddess,Your fitness.She's hottest.I witnessed the loudest,Committment she shouted.But missed the bus. My goodness my goddess,You're walking.She's trodden;Still the hottest But now more...
Posted by eLroy on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 10:16:00 PST

Inspiring Creativity

Quietly Creative Loneliness meansWe must respect ourselves,From the inside out.But why is it then,I'll shoutLouder and LOUDER,Making a sceneTo only deflate my clout? Eyes still closed,I choose to list...
Posted by eLroy on Fri, 25 Nov 2005 08:21:00 PST

Flick of a Button

All this is is a long strange dream , and when its over, others will be left with that which we left behind... our memories, our deeds, and our example, precidents we've set, and norms we've broken, h...
Posted by eLroy on Wed, 31 Aug 2005 04:48:00 PST

Outside looking in...

(girl on her way to Chuck's) "I'm graduating, and I am askin for a pathfinder, that's what i am gettin, in black, and I dont care... I am graduating, and that's what I want.." (girl on phone) Hey, ...
Posted by eLroy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Pure Life

Scatterbrain on my mind. Lids sealed shut, I see the world around me Through infant senses And mystical fences. There are no borders, No colors. Only clasped hands And together lands. Bye-b...
Posted by eLroy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

What it's like to be a Neurosurgeon.

I am on the second week of my neurosurgery rotation at University Hospital in Syracuse, NY. I got to see my first live brain, it pulsates with every heartbeat. It's quite unbelievable that inside th...
Posted by eLroy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

snow

I think we should all take a short trip for new years, experience a winter wonderland while basking in warm orange rays, dream reality in Dayglo pastels with the sweet air of lillies, envision a futur...
Posted by eLroy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST