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a personal Web page launched Nov. 1, 2000,
the day Leanne had ACL/meniscus repair performed
on her right leg. Hence the "crazy knee."
This page will be updated in some weekly way. Hopefully.

29 april 2004 . 09:35 pm PT

Kimberly Fenn, the author of a recent study in Nature, was in SF last week for a cognitive neuroscience conference. At these conferences, attendees spend a lot of time at poster sessions. Researchers, who have summarized their groundbreaking (or not) data on a white poster board, stand in front of said poster for 2+ hours to discuss their study with interested parties. It's all very exciting. Who knew! Anyway, Kim is smart and fun.

Other things:

Flat-d. And it's not a joke!

I love producing junk mail. Luckily, it's my job.

Two of the many Faces of John:

Heather Champ's print club. I signed up and am waiting for my first picture to arrive.

I had to see it to believe it: Michael Showalter is not as funny as Michael Ian Black (even if he is dating Michelle Williams). The trio's comedy did make me buckle over laughing, especially during the fart/poop jokes. Here's some hilarious pictures of Showalter, Black, and Wain after the SF show. I was obviously too cool to hang around and wait for them like these fans, but I'm glad the Internet exists and I can find the goods online well after the fact.

Flashback: Easter brunch '04. Gingerbread pancakes with roasted pears. And sausage.

14 april 2004 . 11:08 pm PT
I am horbz. I don't check my logs anymore, so I guess I just don't care if you look. I know some of you do, though. My TRUE fans! You will read me, and not berate me for my inactivity. Really, folks, I need to devote more time to my job in ADVERTISING. (Related side note: I just finished Augusten Burroughs' second memoir, "Dry," and he's all about being a raging and/or recovering alcoholic while writing award-winning television ads. This, one day, will be me? NOT. At least not in the near future. I'm still so out of my element there that I get shaky when it's my turn to "present" a "concept" to the "client." But. I'm sure I'll grow out of it. Stay tuned for the next HP public sector catalogs, dropping in May. Some killer copy blocks in there, written by yours truly.) 

04 april 2004 . 09:49 pm PT

Catherine was here. Always a pleasure. A treat. An excuse to see the Sing-A-Long Wizard of Oz at the Castro. (I never realized how gay-friendly that film is until I saw it with an audience of big men dressed as Dorothy and her little dog too.). Naturally, we drove all over the place while wearing ridiculous sunglasses. A lot of tongues were stuck out. And more importantly, several splendid photo shoots were had. Check out the thrilling proof in pictures now appearing on shift2.org (aka John's blog).

I was just glad that the gray and the rain went away long enough to provide a weekend of sun, flowers, and beaches for the NYC visitor. Now, wouldn't you know, it's again freezing in my house (I have to wear gloves to type on these keys) and the wind is whipping the trees outside. To counteract, Northern Californians spend much of their energy reminiscing about clear, sunny days.

RING THE BELLS. Ms. Bonnie Burke of Broadway and Mr. William Pan Esq. are now oh-so-happily engaged to be married! CONGRATULATIONS! I have no worthy pictures of them in my stash (well, there is that one where we're taking a rest during a hike, and Will is sitting down in the grass at Bonnie's feet, yawning) so I hope my jumbled words convey an iota of my love for the lovely couple. 

YIKES. Ms. Holly P. is about to turn 30 years old. And I've never seen a 30-year-old look so ... young. Click here to watch her grow older, each and every single day of her last twenty-something year.

NEWSFLASH. The comedy group known as Stella (and made up of three members of MTV's The State) will be gracing the stage of the Independent on 4/24. I'm talking about Michael Showalter, Michael Ian Black, and David Wain. The men who, over the last few years, have made me laugh, cry, quote lines, craft a drinking game in their honor, watch "Reno 911," laugh, cry, quote lines, rent "Wet Hot American Summer," and write immature i-love-you-so-so-much emails. In other words, I am excited. Do you think David Wain will remember me? He was the only one who ever wrote me back.