As a moving gift, my old friend Ananda gave me a floppy disk to bring to Venice with me. It had pictures on it, she explained.

And oh, did it ever. Wonder what I looked like at my high school graduation? Wonder no longer! (Bonus points for the oh-so early ’90s scrunchie-on-wrist in the foreground of that photo.) Wonder what I looked like immediately afterwards? Finally, an answer! And if anyone is curious, that shirt was a gift from my grandmother. It read “Graduated: I’m outta here!” and even though it was quite obviously the only time in my life when I could wear the shirt, I could only stand its tacky-ness for roughly half an hour. Then I changed. I’m ashamed to admit that I think I threw the shirt away.

Also in this photo series, me at the beach, and two shots from the Physics class that Ananda and I had together. One with Allen Turnbull and one with Dawn Eychner. Wow, look at that face I was making. I was such a kuh-raaaaazy thing, wasn’t I? It’s so Gene Simmons of me.