A window into Chris: after you make some half assed alllusion to an issue in your life, he will pull you aside and ask if everything is alright. When you brush him off, he grabs your arm and gives you a look that says "Are you sure (pronounced 'Shwar')?" At this point I usually start to weep and tell him everything. Friends of Chris, my question to you is: How does he know?
I've toiled and paced. I've put my hands to my head and gone to the Oracle. But I've realized that Chris's wit, intelligence, and perceptive and generous nature pose too much of a challenge to my testimonial-creating abilities. I can't seem to come up with the appropriately hip yet genuine, funny but original, sweet but not corny, stylish and sexy, vibrant, vital and adventurous words to depict this guy. But if you must have a story. . . imagine Chris precariously negotiating the perilous cliffs of an Inca ruin in Cuzco, clutching the rocks, and *still*, even while fearing for his life, making me laugh so hard that Ive been retelling his jokes for months. Just dont ask him to take any pictures.
Come on, now....Travis, Anna, Christian, Mama Wisniewski, anyone who's ever met this adorable dude: What is UP with that photo? I've seen every imaginable angle on this guy, and to this day, if you showed me that profile pic, I'd say "Who's that?" Then they'd incredulously say "What!? He's your effing boyfriend." Then I'd squint, possibly even wrinkle up my (big) nose and look even closer at the picture, and then I'd say, "Nooooo!" and they'd say, "Yeah, it's Chris." And then I'd look closer again, and I'd still claim it wasn't him. CW is way cuter than any of those pics, which is a tribute to his face and a criticism of his judgment. Then again he has photos of us undeveloped and stuck in his camera from May that he's keeping from me...maybe we'll later find out what gorgeous iconic images lie ahead for us,if he ever gets off his ass.
I was determined to loathe Chris, as I
am any person I hear gushing praise of
24/7 before I meet them, but that wily
bastard made me adore him anyways.
Damn you, Chris.
Damn you.
PS: No one should be allowed to look
so awesome as Spike. I'll allow it only
because you sent me photographic
evidence.
PPS: California has the best PhD
programs...I'm just sayin'... *tempts*
Chris is a hot bitch, an amazing cook,
and one of my best friends. Who knew
someone from the Midwest could be so
cool? He knows all the good movies and
hosts awesome dinner parties (with the
possible exception of that "cheese
party"). What's more, he's brilliant,
handsome, and the best listener I know.
I love you, babe!!
When Chris finally publishes _Post-
Capitalism_, his forthcoming
contribution to grand theory
(surreptitiously written on thousands
and thousands of coffee-stained steno
pads and newspaper margins during his
twenty minute commute to and from work,
lovingly reconstructed by a crackerjack
team of archivists), it will "change
the game," with "the game" understood
as class relations in post-post-
industrial society. This is an
incontrovertible statement of fact, or
rather "superfact," i.e., the species
of fact that exists under conditions of
post-capitalism. (See Book II, Chapter
3, "Postliberalism and the New Social
Science," pp. 308-310.)
true that, christian. chris was one of
the few good things about living in san
francisco (we bonded over our mutual
misery there), and is one of the many
great things about living in new york.
he has impeccable taste in music &
movies. and he's super-cute. yay for
chris!
am any person I hear gushing praise of
24/7 before I meet them, but that wily
bastard made me adore him anyways.
Damn you, Chris.
Damn you.
PS: No one should be allowed to look
so awesome as Spike. I'll allow it only
because you sent me photographic
evidence.
PPS: California has the best PhD
programs...I'm just sayin'... *tempts*
and one of my best friends. Who knew
someone from the Midwest could be so
cool? He knows all the good movies and
hosts awesome dinner parties (with the
possible exception of that "cheese
party"). What's more, he's brilliant,
handsome, and the best listener I know.
I love you, babe!!
employed." He ditched his corporate empire
to make the rest if us feel guilty. Mmm, guilt.
Capitalism_, his forthcoming
contribution to grand theory
(surreptitiously written on thousands
and thousands of coffee-stained steno
pads and newspaper margins during his
twenty minute commute to and from work,
lovingly reconstructed by a crackerjack
team of archivists), it will "change
the game," with "the game" understood
as class relations in post-post-
industrial society. This is an
incontrovertible statement of fact, or
rather "superfact," i.e., the species
of fact that exists under conditions of
post-capitalism. (See Book II, Chapter
3, "Postliberalism and the New Social
Science," pp. 308-310.)
a buffy fan. because if chris is doing
it, it must be cool, right?
the few good things about living in san
francisco (we bonded over our mutual
misery there), and is one of the many
great things about living in new york.
he has impeccable taste in music &
movies. and he's super-cute. yay for
chris!
period. you heard it here first.