eric tachibana (ENFJ)
and selena sol were delivered by Caesarian at Kaiser Hospital on Sunset Blvd. in Los Angeles on March 20, 1969, about 15 minutes from Sixth and LA where archived police records note that two men were shot to death in drug related violence and about 15 minutes from Rodeo Rd.in Beverly Hills. Before all else, thanks mom. Soon after, at the Playgroup, a socialist preschool in Echo park, he met Barnaby Fell, who would become his lifelong best friend.
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hazy memories of Franklin Ave. Elementary School,
Silverlake and youth, mixed and blended images of timelessness and new T-Ball, skateboarding, indoor camping under sheet-tents. microwaved meals and the loneliness of being alone. and Dungeons and Dragons blended days into nights into days and me into they and she into we fragmented...postmodern socialization and my first step away. we thought you totaled a D4 by counting the numbers on the "actual" bottom. The dagger became the most awesome weapon.
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H I R O S H I...
B L A C K, T I M E L E S S, E X P A N S E O F N E X T d r i l l s 1 0 0 f r o n t k i c k s 1 0 0 s i d e k i c k s 1 0 0 r o u n d h o u s e s on the floor for 100 push-ups on your knuckles kiis that place they mostfearblood is salty and violence is the gift of your ancestry.
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King Junior High School Magnet and Eagle Rock Magnet Eileen, Lyd, Ali...thanks John Marshall High School Dave, Professor Lowenbrau, Goldstein, Williams...thanks. The "brunch bunch" Fenasteph and Lance, scary hip hurdlers... we ditched every fourth period to go out for an extended lunch... I wish I'd ditched Chemistry and not Spanish turned 18 and signed off 113 absent days each on its own yellow carbon copy sheet. dropped it, s c a t t e r i n g ot reh ksed... ihatebureaucratsand it felt so good to beat the system
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UC Berkeley did I escape to, with Dave
where we lived on Alcatraz St. with Mouzer and Jeffery, just kittens then, happy jack the Alligator and my fish...acid-Adam next door my favorite color is midnight blue. Barrington, Primus, Rasputin Records...Kristin...kiss...The Cure and mysty, dreamy nights on Nitrus and PsychoPsilobin and ? electrified babblings of Janes Addiction collages, poorly played, but dripping with soul and extravagance.
I entered as a philosophy and Physics double major, dropped a lot of acid
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Los Angeles again...
my postmodern mistress of discord who sat laughing at a most unfeminine volume in the back of my '67 Chevy on our way home from The Probe every Monday dawn. It is ever so disorienting to emerge from the depths of some afterhours club into that morning sun in place of jaundiced street lamps and neon. to join Barnaby Fell playing bass for Selena Sol.
Ahhh, Selena Sol, life extreme and expansive
...The Strip...Neurenburg of artists.
Selena Sol played all over LA, and for awhile, even opened our own club
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As things began to fall apart in Los Angeles, Eric returned to academic
life and completed BAs in Political Theory and Cultural Anthropology at UCLA.
I've not much to say about UCLA except that it was there that Professor
Louise Krasniewics baptized me, dipping my head backwards into the warm
current of cyberspace. I had found my country, my religion, my home.
Two years later Douglas Rushkoff gave me a name...Cyberia...and the EFF
gave me a banner to wave, but I get ahead of myself.
Tonya the martian. Friend.
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After UCLA,
was Europe to explore and get lost. Munich was incredible, but its luster was probably enhanced by my traveling virginity. My "schedule"
(NOTE: You'll find net access at every university, usually in the Computer Science/Math building. If you ask nicely, someone sooner or later will be kind enough to let you check your email.)
Met them
Insbrook, they took me,
Off to Cannes, Monte Carlo, Madrid, Barcelona. I think that it is best when traveling to spend some time alone, some time with a close friend and some time with a big group of strangers. Cities and experiences taste very different. And for goodness sakes, give yourself at least three months to travel (never enough time though). Morocco, Paris, Amsterdam, Geneve, Colombare Sirmione, Florence, Venice. Rome, Athens and the Islands. Ios...huh...what happened...Heidi, Mark, Abby, Claudia, Marci, you were the best. Back to Madrid and then Paris again and then home.
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When he got back to the states he packed his bags and headed East with
one dream...to work at
the EFF. After
hounding Shari and Stanton for weeks, they finally agreed to accept him
as an unpaid intern....Meanwhile he enrolled in The
George Washington University's Graduate Program in Science,
Technology, and Public Policy.
Work at the EFF was one of the most thrilling experiences imaginable. To work with Barlow and Dyson and McCandlish, Steele, Godwin and Gilmore was to work with those who they will call the founding fathers of cyberspace in 2100. The work was, and is still, so intense that it was and is difficult to sleep at night... GW...a degree...graduate school is a crock. I'll make more web programming then I will with any of my degrees. Soy-ja. A chance encounter. A promise in Europe to be kind to travelers and a woman deep enough to hold my attention beautiful enough to hold my gaze, and kind enough to hold my heart. Chan rak koon krub. Kap koon krub. Jordan and Gunther, thanks. Eric currently works as a software engineer in Singapore. Oh, and here are my Travel Logs
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