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Elegy for Kenny Cox

2009-09-24T19:26:00.000-07:00

My essay in memory of Kenny Cox is in this week's Eugene Weekly:

http://www.eugeneweekly.com/2009/09/24/news1.html

Football, anyone

2007-11-29T12:09:00.001-08:00

Published this essay in today's RG:

http://www.registerguard.com/csp/cms/sites/dt.cms.support.viewStory.cls?cid=28874&sid=1&fid=1

Pictures

2007-09-26T20:34:00.000-07:00

Cribbed from elsewhere, these two... but the only whole group shot I think we got...

m

Cliff Marry F*%&#

2007-09-23T18:09:00.000-07:00

Or "Marry, Boff, or Kill", as they call it on 30 Rock, which I have unfortunately just developed an addiction to amidst studying for midterms. Go here and watch episode 113. Or, there's even an online version of it to play!

Thought it was Kairosey enough to post. Enjoy. :)

Med school blog beta

2007-09-09T23:17:00.000-07:00

Here it is: http://themedschoolblog.blogspot.com/

I'm still not sure how blogging will work out once I start seeing patients and all, but we'll try it for now. Let me know whatcha think.

Oregon Pictures!

2007-09-08T23:31:00.001-07:00

I'm sorry I took so long to post these, but I'm mostly sorry I didn't take more! Like the river itself, there are no words to describe the Oregon trip. If anyone wants to caption the pictures, that would be awesome, though. Just wade through my artsy-naturey shots to get to the fun ones.

http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AcsWTdo4ZtGLmI&emid=sharshar&linkid=link4

To OREGON in AUGUST

2007-07-11T12:58:00.000-07:00

Dearest folks,

I am going to take the bold step of declaring the week of August 19th to August 26th the official dates of this Oregon Reunion event. What I propose is something along these lines:

Come as you can into and out of Portland and Eugene, coordinating with the people you MUST see. And I will say: I am going to invite the folks from Mississippi from the first Oregon trip: Aron, Laura (who's now married), Edlyn, Mike Cormack (who's also now married to his wife Crystal, who's expecting). Aron is finishing Ed. school this summer in Portland and I would imagine she can come for sure.

In choosing airports, realize that coming in groups would be nice for whoever has to be dispatched to get you ( mostly, I would think, me). The cabin is about twenty minutes off I-5, twenty miles SOUTH of Eugene. That means that Eugene is easiest if you're coming in mid-week. Then again, to see any of you, I'd drive as far as necessary. Of course, if you're West Coast driving in your fuel-efficient vehicle would be extremely smart, and the trip straight to the Cabin is only 8 hours from the Bay Area.

I propose as base the River cabin, a location most of you saw on the last Oregon trip (though I think we had bad weather at that point). I am not at a wealthy point in my life. The cabin will mean little cost to anyone in lodging, excepting one proposed journey to the coast at some point mid-week if you guys desire, and perhaps one night in Portland if a lot of people are flying in or out at similar times.

At the river cabin, which is now equipped with a HOT TUB and FLATSCREEN TV/DVD, we will relax, perhaps go up the road and camp for a night, perhaps kick to the coast to revisit the Tillamook cheese factory and the Pelican Bay Brewery, but mostly remain at our own private house and river. Scheduled Events, as brainstormed by the group and requested from this list, may include: a partial En Fuego ensemble reunion performance, a poker night, a badminton or ultimate Frisbee mini-tournament at the field in back, a bike tour on the gentle, twenty mile bike path to and from the town of Cottage Grove, a free whitewater kayak trip (my father owns three hard-shells and three two-man inflatables) to the nearby, world famous Umpqua or Mckenzie Rivers, and so on.

There are three bedrooms, AND the back deck has now been fully enclosed in Gazebo with mosquito netting. That set-up is complete with couch and carpet, and I have dozens of mattresses-- you can sleep outside comfortably lulled by the sound of the river. Otherwise, we will hike the thirty miles of single-track four minutes away in the Umpqua National Forest, jump at the thirty-foot waterfall pool, make communal dinners with different people having taken responsibility for a night (KAIROS STYLE!), laze in the sun, swim in the swimming hole, fish for cutthroat, enjoy the bounty of the tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, cucumbers, zucchini, blueberries, raspberries, apples, plums, apricots, figs, and strawberries that will be ripe in the garden, drink beers and while away the lamplit night hearing the river fifty feet below, talking of old times, of future times...

You can be there. Or it can be your loss.

Speaking of loss, I've recently ended up broken-hearted and single again. A story too painful to tell here, though if you call I'll answer, or actually call you back (I can hear Jess, with whom I've been playing phone tag for the last four months, choking with laughter in the background. But I'll try).

I am putting down my number here: (541) 510-7864. My email is mcopperm@uoregon.edu. Call (and leave your number unless you're sure I have it!) or email-- let me know. I will update the plans here as time goes on.

I dearly hope to see you all.

Much Love,

Mike

Change of Venue

2007-07-07T21:57:00.000-07:00

Of course, Rockridge is to Oakland as Riverdale is to the Bronx. Just trying to re-live my childhood, I guess.

I wanted to blog to say hi to everyone; moving is always exciting, but a little depressing. It makes everything seem so transitory. So yes, a Kairos reunion would be great.

Also, does anyone think a med school blog would be interesting? There have been a lot of really great issues coming up among my classmates -- like our relationships to the cadavers we work on in anatomy lab. Turns out several of us have been "checking in" with the bodies, to thank them or just say hi. Some are disturbed by the idea of using a human being (or former human being, depending on how you think about it), some feel a positive connection with the people who donated their earthly remains so we could learn. Either way, anatomy has brought out entirely new emotional reactions in all of us.

So give me feedback on the med school blog idea if you like it; if not, I know you all are too nice to say so. I'll take the silence as an "eh."

Back to studying!

Well, I'll blog...

2007-05-24T15:50:00.000-07:00

Hi, fine and lovely people of Kairos past.

I do hope everyone is well everywhere. My updates are simple: I'm almost done with a year of teaching. Things are terrific with my girlfriend, Quinn. I'm planning to spend the summer laying low around the Oregon area, living on the cheap, and getting the book I've been working on now for two or three years to the point where I have a 'salable' draft.

I'm writing to do two things. The first is to mention, quickly, that I'm being published next Fall in the literary journal 'Brevity,' which specializes in the short non-fiction essay. I don't know how the heck it is that the first thing I'm publishing is non-fiction, especially non-fiction that I created by taking two paragraphs from a failed short story I wrote two years ago (ok, it was thinly veiled autobiography even then) and adding two lines. The venue is decently prestigious, however. And it's, well, encouragement and an audience.

The second, and more important thing: I once upon a time created something called an 'Oregon trip.' For a while I was a uniter. Then I lost my credentials by being too broke to travel to Boston last Fall. To redeem myself, I propose that people consider coming out to Oregon in the Summer for a retreat out at the cabin my folks have on the river. I say, we do it in mid August, though for me the dates are awful flexible. California folks, it's only seven and a half hours from the Bay to the cabin, and a little less coming from Seattle and environs. I'd go a week, open house, drop-in-as-you-will, with a couple events interspersed-- a camping run just up the road, or perhaps a kayaking day for those who want it on the nearby Umpqua or Rogue. A week out of time, in the Oregon summer, with no worries, no demands. Consider it. If I hear positive response, I will make it happen.

mike

iGoogle

2007-05-03T06:08:00.000-07:00

Hello long lost friends.

So I have to admit I had forgotten about our lovely little blog (gasp!), but then Luke reminded me that we had it. And I have recently discovered iGoogle which can track certain blogs that I tell it to, which somehow I guess makes my life easier. Anyway, I just "subscribed" to this blog, which means a) I won't be so behind on the times and funny stories about our adventures that I can't believe I'm just reading now (Rica you're comic genius, David Sedaris watch out) and b) I hope you all "subscribe" too and that the website is revived. Yeah.

I guess I should now say something timely and amusing about myself now. I am supposed to be switching projects soon at work, which means I should be finishing up all of my current projects, but somehow instead I find myself completely without focus and doing things like making iGoogle webpages and such. After work yesterday a few co-workers and I watched the local JV baseball team game and ate seeds. I felt like I was still in high school too. Go Generals (yes, I work in the South, it scares me too).

Okay, I'm still uncaffeinated and rambling now. I hope this finds you all well and blogging more soon.
xoxo
j

Left Coast: Notes from the Field

2007-03-21T17:03:00.000-07:00

Saturday 1600 hrs: Darcy and Alli meet me at the airport. They are sunglassed, flip-flopped, smiley. They emit an almost blinding glow. I have been covered in ice for 3 months. I try, unsuccessfully, to remember why I ever left California.
Saturday later: Darcy and Alli demonstrate a remarkable ability to navigate the Stanford Shopping Center with their eyes closed, including ring-polishing stations. However, none of us can figure out 8th grade science. Even those of us who teach it.

Sunday 1000 hrs: Alli channels Billy Blanks, and I realize I can conquer any med school interview, as long as I reach towards a higher power and consider giving my interviewer a left jab.
Sunday 1500 hrs: Darcy asks for directions to the BART station. Worst local ever.

Monday 1320 hrs: I'm talking about Kairos in an interview, again.

Tuesday 1530 hrs: Mike and I talk on the phone for several minutes before realizing we're looking at each other.
Tuesday 1700 hrs: The English Department offers revealing dresses and wedge heeled shoes. Who knew it was so useful?
Tuesday 1730 hrs: True MENSA kids, it takes us more than two hours to answer three puzzles. We get the wrong answers.

Grand total from the weekend:
1 vintage jacket picked out by Darcy
2 Mexican dinners
2 Indian lunches
3 mint brownies made by Mrs. James
1 CD from Ameoba records
5 med school interviews
1 interviewer who tells me we should do the "secret Peace Corps handshake"
4 horses spotted on the streets of Portland
2 beers before tipsilly boarding the redeye home.

Thanks, guys. :)

People move to Oregon

2007-03-09T12:15:00.000-08:00

So, I don't see that Kirstin (or with an e?) Quade is on here. Though some names are mysterious to me. The point: she's coming to Eugene for the MFA at the University of Oregon, having been unhappy in Texas, and I'll still be here next year since my girlfriend Quinn still has another year in these parts. Kirstin claims to believe people from Eugene are 'talented' and have 'good hearts,' something I had to convince her of by explaining that Hunt and I are the exception; most people don't burn boxes of kittens for fun, or laugh in an evil, dorky manner while doing evil, dorky things. I think she almost believes me. The point here is the following:

Eugene: 2

Texas: 0

Anchorage: 0

Seattle: 2?

DC: 1

L.A.: 1

NY: 1?

Boston: ? Unknown-- those of you who count Cambridge as Boston may be living a lie. Ok. Cambridge: 3

San Fran: Unclear. I suppose there are 4 fairly confirmed folks. But then, the greater Bay Area is so spread as to make the question of whether you can count 'San Fran' when you live in Cupertino a valid one. Also, the syntax of that last sentence was tortured within an inch of meaning.

Bloomington, IA: 1

And a number of other places. I'm sure my numbers are wrong. The point is that in terms of Kairos concentration, Eugene has recently surpassed the nation's capital, as well as the capital of Alaska, and the growth is exponential: 1 and now twice that, or 2. Who knows how many Kairosians will live here by years end? Will you be the next?

Eugene has a lot to offer. Why, recently we had the first day of sun in four months, and let me tell you, it was glorious. Well, ok, first five minutes of sun, when for a moment the sun cut the low-hanging clouds and blinded the light-sensitive, setting off a string of accidents and giving hundreds of melatonin-deprived residents sunburn. Still. The point here is that you should consider it. Sure Harvard and MIT have prestige, but consider the benefits of obscurity: in this lightless, rain-soaked little hamlet, hippies are still a force to be reckoned with, the peace sign still a potent symbol, and when you want to see a movie it's only six months lag time from release in a more major American city. I mean, think about it.

m

Coolest website ever

2007-02-20T21:44:00.000-08:00

Those of you who know me well know that I have an obsession (verging on unhealthy) with fun t-shirts. threadless.com is a site that has visitors submit t-shirt designs which everyone then gets to vote on. The winners get made into t-shirts which are kinda-dorky-kinda-hipster-so-much-fun and not overpriced. Example of a currently-available design above.

I am so excited about this.

Can I get you all t-shirts for your birthdays?

Dating question

2007-01-18T08:04:00.000-08:00

So I met this girl (who is very attractive) the other day and we're going out to dinner. The only thing is that it's under the premise that I'm giving her an economics lesson (yes, haha, that's all I talk about, haha, very funny). So she writes to me and says that dinner will be on her company's tab, because it's "key background reporting." Does the expense account mean it's not a date?

Oh well.

Someday I'll meet a nice young lady who can put up with me . . .

PS Obviously am no longer seeing Steph.
PPS Caracas is dope.

Your plans this Friday night

2007-01-15T10:21:00.000-08:00

You are seeing Pan's Labyrinth. Seriously. Go now. I saw it last night and was absolutely floored. It's a fable, told in the grand, grotesque tradition of the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson, about history and war and childhood and imagination. It has the magic of Cinema Paradiso or Whale Rider, and the intensity and urgency of Schindler's List. Definitely not for kids, and not for the squeamish (quote from my roommate, who saw me squirm through the particularly brutal parts: "How are you going to get through medical school?"), but this movie offers so much more than blood and guts (giant frog guts, in this case) that I can't even describe the experience. It reminds you how powerful movies can be; I started crying maybe halfway through and didn't stop til the credits came up. In the good way that that happens.

2007-01-01T23:51:00.000-08:00

More evidence that we're totally nutty . . .

2007-01-01T23:48:00.000-08:00

Twin Peaks at sunset . . .

2007-01-01T23:31:00.000-08:00

Biography: Luke Hiro Swartz
Luke is a man who could have chosen any one of a million professions.
-Stand-up comedian, utilizing his repertoire of nearly fourteen lifelike voices, including both of my parents. In 2007, he was named "The Next Robin Williams" by the KairosGroupies Blog.
-Sleep artist, making use of his ability to fall asleep after only five minutes on the RER.
-Professional student, beginning with a Ph.D. in Frivolity, followed by an M.D. with a specialty in dermatology, followed by an M.Phil. in Chillin' Out.
-Oyster diver, because, I didn't catch that.
-Lexicogrifer, to take advantage of an immense and precise vocabulary.
-Pogo stick Olympian. An amazing athlete, Luke once won the Ironman triathalon and had to be extracted via helicopter to the Mayo Clinic for treatment.
Instead, Luke chose to be a semen, ahem, seaman, spending months on end trapped in a large phallis, ahem, submarine, and exiting in a moment of great excitement. Apparently he is one of the head semen, as all of the other semen run around doing his bidding.
Luke has many lady friends. And some of them are indeed special.

Bio - Mike Ross

2007-01-01T22:54:00.000-08:00

Michael "Betsy" Gregory Ross, master of the GPS and Neil Armstrong lookalike, consumes his body weight in Red Bull every year. In his youth, he rescued swimmers on the Huntington Beach coastline by tossing surplus Boy Scout merit badges at them as flotation devices. In college, he survived three years of being sexiled by the notorious hook-up artist, "Head Hapa" Brian "Yoshi" Laing. In his spare time, he single-handedly created the computer education program for the island nation of Bermuda without ever leaving the beach. He wrestles alligators with his bare hands, and he maintains his own solar panels to power his wirelessly automated house, which can sing the chorus to "Pirates of Penzance" complete with a Cutco knife-throwing finale at the press of a button.

After rigorous Navy training on how to look cool in a flight suit, he reported to "cow town" Hanford, CA to fly "Super (Compensating for Something) Hornet" jets. Recent convert to ChoJoCroLoDoSos*, he currently has only one wife, the lovely and talented Alli(son) James Ross, who strangely does not appear in her family's Christmas card, and whose sister definitely never had a nose ring.

* Stanford-ese for "Church of Jesus Christ Latter Day Saints" aka Mormonism

Bio - Hunt Allcott

2006-12-30T10:42:00.000-08:00

Hunt "El Cazador de las Chicas" "Dave" "Pork Chop" Volney Allcott, né John Volney Allcott XVI, world-renowned philanderer and didgeridoo virtuoso, creates economic models of maximizing the utility of Acolpulcan trombone-kicking for Hahvahd University. In his spare time, he flexes his buff shirtless bod while flinging plastic discs at unsuspecting pedestrians.

When he is not dunking on Shaquille O'Neal, he dances salsa to his own conga drumming. While he converses in S-less Cuban Spanish, Mandarin Chinese, and a smattering of French, he can only speak English encumbered by economic jargon. Son of two doctors with deep Duke roots, he grew up in "420-friendly" Eugene, OR. His mother's deliberate speech is designed to compensate for Mrs. Aycinena's micro-machine patter: beware, any discussion with Dr. Hunt will last at least two hours!

The soon-to-be-Dr. Allcott holds degrees in industrial engineering, limnology, and Norwegian quilting.

New Year's Resolutions

2006-12-28T18:09:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting at my colleague's desk this week while he's on vacation, because I don't have a desk of my own. He has the following poem posted on the wall, which, even though it turns out not to be by Borges after all, is still full of the perfect sentiment for a New Year, for those of us less than 85 years old.

Instantes

Jorge Luis Borges

Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida.
En la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido, de hecho
tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos, haría más viajes, contemplaría
más atardeceres, subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido, comería
más helados y menos habas, tendría más problemas
reales y menos imaginarios.
Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata y prolíficamente
cada minuto de su vida; claro que tuve momentos de alegría.
Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría de tener
solamente buenos momentos.
Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida, sólo de momentos;
no te pierdas el ahora.
Yo era uno de esos que nunca iban a ninguna parte sin termómetro,
una bolsa de agua caliente, un paraguas y un paracaídas;
Si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano.
Si pudiera volver a vivir comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios
de la primavera y seguiría así hasta concluir el otoño.
Daría más vueltas en calesita, contemplaría más amaneceres
y jugaría con más niños, si tuviera otra vez la vida por delante.
Pero ya tengo 85 años y sé que me estoy muriendo.

Giant Robots Are Coming!!!

2006-12-23T00:22:00.000-08:00

Well my friends, I feel that this is a safe place to share my inner dork...and the one thing that excites me almost as much as dinosaurs is transformers. Yes, the kids cartoon from the 80's...but man, those were some good years. On 7.4.07 it will much more than a cartoon and I'll be as giddy as a (fill in the blank):
http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/transformers.html

Thank God.

2006-12-18T20:24:00.000-08:00

My med school interviewer didn't like OChem either.

Most Bizarre NYTimes Online Cover Ever

2006-12-13T12:40:00.000-08:00

There's an artistic rendition of a long-dead, very angry flying squirrel, a dummy W, and Carrie. I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight.

Which of these is not a dead frog?

2006-12-07T18:50:00.000-08:00

(If you can't get it, email me and I'll tell you ;)

October Renion Pics!

2006-12-04T18:38:00.000-08:00

Pre-apple picking in New Hampshire. Jess, what was the name of this place?

Who are these hot men??

Bio

2006-11-28T18:39:00.000-08:00

Mike escaped from the circus, where he'd previously been known as 'fun-sized Mike.' No longer much fun due to a staggering grading load of undergraduate essays , but getting no taller at an alarming rate, Mike got a degree in self-deprecation, a more constructive form of self-degredation given its' social utility in making other people laugh. (Hunt will note that the phrase 'social utility' was utilized for his benefit, since without appropriately stilted academic diction it's possible the burgeoning economist might have been unduly burdened by incomprehension. Mike would have quantified the specific degree of social utility, but found himself unable to count past one, the total number of brain cells remaining to him after the days grading)
Lately, Mike spends most of his free time in Oregon with a Boston transplant named Quinn Dmitriev, a former Belo-Russian refugee (turned American citizen) who might actually talk faster than Meg Aycinena, though probably not faster than Ms. Aycinena's mother. Quinn, an indie singer-songwriter with a significant Boston following and an indie label record contract, attends Oregon State's MFA in Fiction writing with hopes that a graph of her educational debt in terms of time will be easily recognizable as an exponential function (allusion made, again, for the benefit of Mr. Allcott). Ms. Dmietriev would best be described (for the benefit of Mr. Allcott, or anyone else pursuing Doctoral studies) as possessing, in the opinion of Mr. Copperman, a physical appearance correlating with social/culturally desirable characteristics, ie., being really damn gorgeous.
It is also worth noting that Mr. Copperman continues to write, and has a number of stories pending at Literary Journals, though rejection notices mount in his mailbox in a manner that causes him a significant degree of unhappiness and distress, ie, 'pile up like flowers for his own funeral.'
And, right. Apologies to Mr. Allcott for poking fun, though of course it's just like old times. And word is life for Mr. Allcott is pretty good, so I feel less than bad.:-)

ha!

2006-11-27T14:07:00.000-08:00

hi friends! ok, i promise i'll post a bio, but in the meantime, you all have to listen to this. it is f'in hilarious.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6376594

much lurv... pdubs

Bio: Ringo

2006-11-27T11:04:00.000-08:00

Ringo has just recently finished a three-year worldwide survey on people's bathroom habits. He eats 12 pounds of rice everyday in preparation for becoming a Sumo wrestler, a goal which has been a number one priority on his list since being knocked over by a 4-year old on a skateboard. His mind reading abilities have gotten him into trouble over the years; he once punched a man in the back of the head for thinking that Ringo "engaged in douchebaggery". He was arrested and put in jail for a year where he earned the nickname "El Diablo del Bano" and got a tattoo of Jessica Rabbit on his left buttock.

But all kidding aside, Ringo is going to apply to Med School. Any advice, Brian?

BLOGGED!

2006-11-27T10:00:00.000-08:00

I'm not erased! I promise I'm still alive! Really!

I'll be in Massachusetts visiting my biological predecessors from Dec 20th to Jan 5th. Will anyone be around to meet up then? I am also willing to to travel to various locations between my home, Boston, and NYC if necessary. I will most likely also have all of my God-forsaken school applications done by this time, and I will once again be at peace with life.

Bio: I'm...I'm not as creative as the others. *sob* I lack the inspirational spark to weave such prose. I'll leave it at "macaca" since that's what Republicans from the mid-eastern seaboard like to call people like me.

Brian gets promoted on YouTube

2006-11-27T09:57:00.000-08:00

well, no...I'm still a medical student but I am now a blue-yellow cord in Capoeira! That's #4 after green, green-yellow and yellow. Click here to find a low-quality, high-fun snippet from the event. (My capoeira nickname is Lobo because of the fur and big eyes)

Bio: Meg Aycinena

2006-10-29T08:02:00.000-08:00

Meg's path to being the fastest talker in the world is blocked only by two people: her mother, and the guy in the micro machines commercials. For now, she settles for third place. She also examines the idea of "chairiness" and how robots will turn corners, interrupting her work only to sing like an angel and write death threats to Frank Gehry.

Meg enjoys Margaritas, hard lemonade, and the occasional Knocked-up Shirley Temple.

Bio: Alli James

2006-10-19T16:17:00.000-07:00

After graduating high school, Alli decided she didn't need the last three letters in her first name. This caused some initial confusion between her high school and college friends, but all was reconciled through the awesome force of the pink bridesmaid dress.

Alli is currently trying to restrain herself from screaming at middle schoolers, and learning the ins and outs of being a navy wife. She may or may not use the rock on her finger as a deadly weapon.

Bio: Darcy Lima

2006-10-15T23:30:00.000-07:00

Like Samson, Darcy will lose her powers if her hair is cut. The perennial holder of the lowest spot on the Meanest Drawmate List, Darcy has nevertheless been known to take offense to pictures of Hunt Allcott.

She spends her days improving the quality of the Information before she sends it off on the Superhighway. But her aspirations are even more ambitious: if not world domination, then at least domination of that layer of earth about 3 feet below the surface.

(No relation to the bean.)

Bio: Jess Mantooth

2006-10-14T21:17:00.000-07:00

Jess's bio in bullet form:
Both a homeowner and a homewrecker, Jess once went on two dates with a Republican. We guess that the poor guy is either a democrat or has fled the premises.
Jess has a creative future: she will either save the world from Wal-Mart, destroy Dennis Hastert, or blow up a dirty power plant.

2006-10-14T20:48:00.000-07:00

Bio: Brian Laing

Brian Laing is an international man of mystery. He rests from his job of making sick people well only to play capoeira and to date the world's most beautiful women.
"Say, are you Hapa?"
Brian speaks 15 languages, holds PhDs in philosophy and theoretical physics, won the 2005 Latin Grammy for his rendition of "Put Your Head on My Shoulder," and once amputated a man's nose without the aid of modern surgical tools.
Also, he keeps his cards in his pants, so do not play any card-related game with him.

Apples to Apples

2006-10-14T20:35:00.000-07:00

Shaun's bedroom is crazed.
High school football is fragrant.
Hunt's body is fresh.
Jess's future is creative.

Test

2006-10-14T20:11:00.000-07:00

THIS IS A FREAKIN TEST!

Welcome to freakin kairosgroupies!!!!!

2006-10-14T20:08:00.000-07:00

WAZAAAAAAAAP!