Kyle is the only honest-to-goodness punk
rock science genius I've ever met. I
truly miss hanging out with him in the
wee small hours of the morning, talking
physics (I didn't usually understand
what he was talking about), modern
literature (he usually didn't understand
what I was talking about), and politics
(everyone being full of crap on this
topic). Did I mention how soused we all
were?
Anyway, I miss Kyle a whole bunch and
wish him continued success in his nerdly
digs.
Kyle is like a dad. He knows lots of
things and has lots of skills and you
start to respect him, then he makes
this joke and you're like "christ that
dude is a fucking dork". But then you
talk to him and he really, actually
listens, and you just can't not love
him.
F**king ITHACA!? Seriously? I didn't
even know he was gone. I'm a bad
friend. Hopefully, I'll be a better
friendster. Kyle is my own personal
Henry Rollins, except smarter and more
scientifical and stuff. If you know
me, then you know what that means if
you don't, then fuck you.
The hawk silhouettes which are painted
on the physics breezeway between
LeConte and Birge had faded and peeled,
and a very fast, very pretty, little
dark bird had swung right into the
glass and was lying stunned on the
plastic wall. Kyle rescued it and took
it down to the Bio labs who I think
sent it to Lindsay. This was a long
time ago, and much water has passed
under the bridge, but I still remember
his insistence on taking care of that
poor bird.
Testimonials and Comments for Kyle
sigh wistfully and think about Kyle.
Good times, my friend. Good times.
rock science genius I've ever met. I
truly miss hanging out with him in the
wee small hours of the morning, talking
physics (I didn't usually understand
what he was talking about), modern
literature (he usually didn't understand
what I was talking about), and politics
(everyone being full of crap on this
topic). Did I mention how soused we all
were?
Anyway, I miss Kyle a whole bunch and
wish him continued success in his nerdly
digs.
things and has lots of skills and you
start to respect him, then he makes
this joke and you're like "christ that
dude is a fucking dork". But then you
talk to him and he really, actually
listens, and you just can't not love
him.
though he looks like in that picture.
Kyle is. . .say it with me,
folks. . .BAD ASS.
You bet he was! Meow.
even know he was gone. I'm a bad
friend. Hopefully, I'll be a better
friendster. Kyle is my own personal
Henry Rollins, except smarter and more
scientifical and stuff. If you know
me, then you know what that means if
you don't, then fuck you.
on the physics breezeway between
LeConte and Birge had faded and peeled,
and a very fast, very pretty, little
dark bird had swung right into the
glass and was lying stunned on the
plastic wall. Kyle rescued it and took
it down to the Bio labs who I think
sent it to Lindsay. This was a long
time ago, and much water has passed
under the bridge, but I still remember
his insistence on taking care of that
poor bird.
ass. Ouch. If you want to know how
ass-kicking he is, just ask him about
Mr. P. Yeah. Hells yeah.