Thursday, October 6, 2005

On a personnell note  Got a comment on my  03 aug 05 post Translated Geographies I wrote after my friend [Nancy] Micaela's vist this summer. We had been talking about other friends from our U. Maryland days. This included Derrick Hsu, a good friend from those days. I had written about him before in a post titled Steak and Eggs Kitchen -- after the diner that used to be on university blvd  - wonderful place for certain hours. Quoting briefly from [selected points of] the comment; which was from some one who knew Derrick growing up:  I visit my mom almost every Sunday at my old house. A few Sundays back, I went on a power walk and walked by Derrick's old house. So, I was curious as to where he was, what he was up to... last time I saw him was at Maryland U, and he looked like he was some type of punk rocker or something... By the way, Derrick went to Green Acres School. Yes, like the song. Then, I think he went to Landon High School. -- Tripp  On this last -- the mystery deepens, the shadows lengthen, but Durbin rd. endures.  Derrick was sort of a punker in his college years- that's what all that Fountain of Youth record-label-thing was about. But you have to account for his transmogrification into Leonard Cohen at the end this period. Same thing happen to Nick Cave, though.  When I first knew Derrick  he was working for a local DC bookstore called Second Story books which is run by a guy named Allan Stypeck, who, I am told, tends to leave very definite impressions on those who know him. After Derrick graduated he opened his own book store called the Old Forrest. The last time I saw Derrick is when I visited him at the Georgetown store sometime in the mid nineties. He had the Ovation guitar he had bought in college with him at the store, but was too sensitive to his shopkeeper neighbors' desire for oppressive sedateness to play it. Ironically that location, which no longer seems to exist as a book store, is just up the street from where my brother-in-law Doug works as chef at the Four Seasons. I bought a used copy of the Chicago Manual of Style there that day (receipt is still in the book, I can see it was a while ago).  The Chicago Manual of Style and all it stands for, is this web log's mortal enemy. 11:40:30 PM    comment [];trackback [];

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