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I Want More Than Can Be Given

Some day I’d like to take the little man to The Echo Park Time Travel Mart (the L.A. chapter of the 826 National mission). The kid is still on a big time travel kick, mostly due to his love of the Back to the Future movies. But it’s bittersweet. He often talks about wanting to go back in time, not for any purely selfish purposes, but so that he could meet my brother. And maybe bring him to the future, so he wouldn’t have to die. If only.

I should be taking care of a bunch of boring-ass grown up stuff and preparing for our upcoming trip to Portland. Instead I goofed off all weekend.

Sam looking sorta spooky

Bonus: I’d like to head down to Austin in May for Chaos in Tejas 2008, mostly because Los Crudos is playing.
Plus: I’m in love with these 19th century Japanese toy designs.
And: Watch this awareness test. I am not very aware.


  1. Ericka wrote:

    I didn’t notice you’d posted photos from Saturday night. My set is here:

    Monday, March 17, 2008 at 10:55 pm | Permalink
  2. Dave wrote:

    I read the link about your brother. I remember a lot about him. I’ve still got his senior portrait at my Mom’s house - the same photo you have posted. I still think about him off-and-on. I think his sense of humor was great, and you never wanted to be on his bad side, like Kevin Erickson was in high school. Kevin, who apparently hit a girl in high school (as in punched her), would get Tom’s balled-up lunch bag chucked at him every day. I remember walking with Tom, talking to him after lunch, and as he passed Kevin, he whaled the thing at him, not missing a beat in our conversation.

    I remember so much about his visitation - who I was dating, how the night was, everything.

    And I think my yearbook says: “Dave - Stay away from my sister. -Tommorrow”

    I wish The Little Man could meet him too. Oh, the trouble they would cause together.


    Wednesday, March 19, 2008 at 7:45 am | Permalink
  3. josh wrote:

    i’ve been on a time travel kick too. if only…

    Saturday, March 22, 2008 at 3:01 pm | Permalink

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