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Happy Emily!

Emily in a publicity photo for Dutchman, which she was recently in. She's good to have around.

Emily

Emily is my firend. We met via Christina back on 10th Street and participated in many formative rituals. I had a tiny crush on her before she and Frank got together, but thankfully that morphed nicely into platonic friendship. She makes fun of me for my sex life and I feel comfortable walking around in my underwear in front of her. It's all good.

Emily recently moved into my neighborhood (viva Greenpoint!) and she and her roommates are paying less than us for a nicer apartment. It's cool to have more friends living around the corner and such. I keep meaning to plan a big dinner for everyone to attend... Yes yes, it might be the hippy in me talking, but I'm sure we'll all end up one big happy family in the end.

New Hairdo

Fab new hairstyle based on Amalie. Doesn't she look French?

FYI - Emily is a very good guitar player and songwriter. She's really pursuing that as her modus operandi, working to hone her library of tunes into a 3 or 4 track demo tape. I'll hopefully be making her website when the time comes. The music runs in her family: her brother (dispite being 20 years old and white) is an authentic bluesman and she herself can rank nationally in Ani Difranco-successor competitions.

After everyone finished graduating NYU (that being in May 2001), she had all of us down to her grandparents for the weekend. We all took early morning buses to Maryland and frolicked in the countryside like young bumpkins. Her Grandmother fed us all continuously, and her Grandfather a vetran Pastor, spoke in a wise and stately way about the nature of life. It was encredibly restorative and only made me realize I had to get to Iowa more. Thanks to her and her family (esp. Tebby and Papov).

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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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