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Robin ('Winger') Jackson

Robin at Burning Man 2001

Robin lives large at Burning Man 2001. He's the one in the middle with the umbrella. Who his compadres are, I couldn't tell you. I hope to join him there next year.

Robin is probably my oldest friend. Met him at Waldorf school we were both 7. I was the new kid, he showed me around. The friendship went through many stages and I'm ashamed to say that at times in my youth I was pretty abusive to this swinger. He's the most gentile character I've ever known. But he's not passive: just good souled. Anyway, we've both grown up to be somewhat outlandish (as you can doubtless tell from the photo) and have a really good mutually beneficial friendship based on solid respect for eachother.

One of the best things about Robin is how dirty he is. He has this really unique and innocent facination with kink, kind of like he's still 13 and kind of like he's a really filthy old man, but with no negative overtones. He's always making off-color jokes about pedophelia or taking the conversation "one step beyond". His nickname, "Winger" refers to this, with their over-the-top big hair monster ballads and 17-year-old virgin idols.

Robin has dual citizenship with New Zeland. He lived there for 3 years of high school and his mom and step-dad have settled there more or less perminantly, though they're currently in the US making dough so they can buy a house in NZ. He's got a lot of cool stories from down under and I made him promise me once when we were drunk that he'd take me on a backpacking trip. That's gonna be sweet.

Robin lives in Olympia Washinton, plays the saxophone like a banshee and expands his mind at the Evergreen College.

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Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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