April 2010
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paternoster
when we lived in bonn, pater noster worked at a building with a paternoster.
kinda like riding a ferris wheel to your office every day.
February 2010
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January 2010
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skillz to pay the billz
in honor of our mother starting a new (very awesome and ridiculously, impeccably suited to her skills and interests) job next week, i thought i’d revisit some of the her past occupations.
alas, i don’t think all of these have made it to the latest version of her resumé, but all have contributed to her supremely superior skill set, that’s for sure.
some personal favorites:
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“Have you heard the new Pearl Jam album?”
– Jean Frisbie, 1991, about Ten
December 2009
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They meet!
Our two characters never would have met had it not been for a little program called work study. And so it happened that one fateful night, Russ and Jeannie’s fingers found each other inside the greasy soapy water of the Middlebury dining hall kitchen sink. “You see, it’s best to fill up this pot and use the soapy water to wash all the smaller items first,” said Russ,...
a little history...
The year was 1973.
Russell Frisbie was a well traveled audio-visual geek with longish hair and a scruffy beard. But let the record state that he wasn’t a hippy. He was in his senior year of college, but let’s back up a bit. Russ had previously attended elementary school in England—where he only wore shorts; short shorts—, Frankfurt, and Warsaw, middle school in Vienna,...
Güelcome
Exactly 35 years ago today, Jeannie Zarker put on a floral orange skirt and top combo and laced up her brown boots. Russ Frisbie wore the one suit he owned, combed his shaggy hair, and let Jeannie help him with his bowtie. Then it was off to the Town Hall of a city they hardly knew. The room was mostly filled with strangers, though Jeannie’s older sister, Leslie, had flown taken the train...