To: Kato

my brother is starting tryouts for his high school golf team today. i really hope he makes it.

good luck kato. i know you'll kick some UNI ass. 

Pigeon Poop

on my way to work on a project at MOMA, i was pooped on. by a pigeon. right on my forehead. therefore i empathize with and, needless to say, felt much like the small child in the photo below...

i was on the phone with my brother when i felt this little wet "plop." that was when i said to myself (and my brother), "ohmygod. did i just get shit on?" i wiped my forehead with my sleeve and sure enough, pigeon poop. not only on my forehead/in my hair, but now on my sleeve. i told my brother i had to call him back, made a mad dash to the MOMA to check in, all the while hoping there wasn't more poop in my hair or on any other visible area (especially while speaking to the front desk.) 

has this ever happened to anyone? because this marked the second time i've had this happen. (in my life and also in a two year span.) and now that i think about it, i was on the phone with my brother the last time it happened. they say that getting pooped on is good luck, but now i'm just starting to think my brother is bad luck. 

in total, this is just another reason why i hate pigeons. 

Like Father, Like Son

Happy Birthday to two of the most ridiculous men I have ever had the privilege of knowing.

And loving, for that matter.

Happy Belated to my Faja (9.11)

and Happy 16th to my bro (today)

Love you both

Crash

Congrats to this sasquatch...

Yes, that would be my 6' kid brother who just got his permit.

He looks like he took a roundhouse kick to the face in his photo.

Mother was pleased.

We are one step closer to him being able to pick up my inebriated ass in the middle of the night.

Weeeee!