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Christina
Ms. Baal. I always wanted her to direct that play (by Brecht) because it's her last name. Pictured here with Snarf, my one and only true love.

Christina Baal

I first encountered Christina at NYU. We had a class together and she sat behind me often. I remember being impressed with her intelligence. We didn't become friends, however, until I started subletting (with Frank) part of the apartment she lived in after graduating.

Christina reminds me a lot of Mark in her sense of humor. She's an accmplished and talented director, and she was I think the person most responsable for me being dubbed "outlandish". There's a whole story for that.

I think the post-graduate slump hit Christina a little hard. We stuck together when moving to Brooklyn, but I don't think was ever real happy out in GP. I swapped rooms with her after the new year so she could have more privacy, but she moved down to Sunset Park with a friend of hers soon after. I miss her sometimes.

Christina's family story is actually pretty interesting. Her parents immigrated from the Phillipines with $100 in their pocket, did the American Dream thing (making ends meeet, moving to Long Island, and climing the ladder to the lower middle class) and now they've put three kids through school.

I think sometimes Christina feels a little bit of pressure because of this legacy, especially economically. Her older sisters are all on their own and doing pretty well. One of them (who's also pretty hot) is even a Lawyer. Getting your BFA is not a very lucrative career option in any time and place, and I think she struggles with living up to her very high expectations of herself. I tend to do the same thing, so maybe I'm projecting. On the other hand, maybe this is why we're friends.

Marriage Contract

Here's the paper contract detailing the terms and conditions of Christina's and my pomo marriage. Sorry for the shoddy handwriting, clearly I was high at the time.

Christina, as I mentioned, is an accomplished director of theater, but she's also a good writer. She's been working on a epasodic piece examining her relationship to her own womanhood, detailing her almost split personality of intellegent feminist and ditzy boy-crazy teenybopper. Since I've been doing the same with myself and the various ways I relate to male roles in our society for some time, we've agreed to one day collaborate in a pomo (post-modern) wedding. If we follow through on this, incedentally, Emily is contractually bound to marry an elephant.

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Trips

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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