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Happy Brie!

A picture of brie's clownish side. It's not her at her most mature (which is impressive), but definitely her at her best.

Lil' Sister

My sister, Brieanna [Brie], is one of the most interesting people I know. She's vastly talented, highly intelegent, slightly bored, and just about ready to make some serious marks on the world. When she finally arranges all the details and unleashes her master plan, y'all better watch out.

We used to fight a lot as tykes. I would verbally and psychologically abuse her and she would pull my hair. That's how it works with big brothers. Somehow I never managed to drive her over the endge and she never managed to kill or at least retard me, and in the end we came to be good friends. If anything we've grown closer over the years. We're both monkeys.

Brie is now attending Emerson college in Boston. She recently visited me in Brooklyn [here are the photos] and told me all about it. She has these very standard upper-class college girls as roomates, the type, she says, who make live hard for good upstanding women like herself. A choice conversation sample: on the subject of boys, "when I say I'm fine, I'm not, and when I leave the room it means follow me! Why don't they get it?"

Brie and Me

A little Brother/Sister photo opportunity. One thing brie and I excel at is being absolutely silly.

One big-brother story... I recall a time when I was 5 or 6 and she was just 2 or something, she snuck up behind me while I was playing with legos, and she hit me over the head with the biggest book she could find in the house (the Joy of Cooking, if I recall). I, of course, immediately broke into tears, and hysterics at such an ambush... and she did the same. You see, she didn't want to hurt me, she just wanted to see what would happen.

In conclusion, I fuckin' love her. So don't any of you sleazebags out there try any shit, 'cuz I'll get me and my truck full of psycho-billy friends all liquored up and pound your ass like the dance carpet at a hoedown. Cool?

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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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