A friend of mine, in an effort to get me to join facebook.com, sent a message to my brother, who she doesn't know at all, asking for advice on how to get me hooked into Facebook.
This is the message my brother sent back...
Subject: [Obsquatch] and his issues.
Good luck trying to get him on FB. I'm pretty sure he still thinks he's cool because he has David Byrne from Talking Heads as a 'Friend' on Friendster.
I canceled my friendster account last year, but I did have a few conversations with Mr. Byrne about the nature of the wind in his heart. Screw facebook, I prefer sunshine.
This photo of my brother and I was taken on the top of Bath Rock on day one of his rock climbing bachelor party. He took his closest friends from his two totally contrasting lifetimes (one which was lived in a basement popping pimples and playing D&D, and one which is currently being lived on top of glaciers, mountains, and rock faces) and spent a week in the middle of Rock City, Idaho (read: the most intense rock climbing park this side of the Himalayas, but seriously the middle of nowhere). We climbed for three days and drank over 300 cans of beer. I love this guy more than I could ever love facebook.