DAVID FAN CLUB PAGE!

This is about my husband, David. I met him a few years ago at Bard College, at a party in Tewksbury Hall, where I was living. I think the only reason I was visiting the party was to see what all the noise was about... But I guess it was for the best. We were married on 6/21/98 and remain in that condition to this day. After a brief (well, that's questionable) stint as a Temple student working toward a teacher's certification in science, he earned a B.A. in Community, Regional, and Environmental Studies from Bard College.

You can visit his business web page. I am sure you would love to pay him for his extremely high quality work. He also has a very useful Macintosh resources page. In general, his web page offers many useful things, and I would not be surprised if you wanted to bookmark it and return again and again. I know I do.

He's really smart, knows a ton about macs, and other computers. He'd be happy to assist you with your computer-- for a reasonable fee. Honestly, he has to be the best independent computer consultant I know! He's really on top of all of the newest software and hardware. He helps people figure out what the best computer for them to buy is and then helps them find a decent price, too! I honestly don't know how he does it. He's a computer guru! And if ever he needs my help, believe you me, I help the dude!

He likes chocolate icecream. He likes chocolate in general. So do I. One of our favorite varieties of ice cream WAS definately Chocolate Peppermint Patty, by Ben and Jerry's. Sadly, no longer being produced. I wrote them a letter and everything. No go. Although, for real decadence, try New York Super Fudge Chunk, no holds barred, etc.! That is one hell of an icecream. We especially appreciate the white chocolate chunks. And do not deny yourself: Phish Food, oh baby, now that will knock your fudgey fishy, sticky caramel, gooey marshmellow choco icecream socks off. Would you like to tell me about your icecream fetish?

He's also an avid reader. He reads faster than the average human bean does. Hell, he probably reads faster than the average Ph.D. does. He's really brilliant for god's sake!

So then, I realize there are lots of random weird things out there on the world wide web. This page is but one of them. Perhaps you do not find it interesting, but hey, I was bored, I wanted to make a page for David. Something different. Something to take up a little time. Is that so wrong?

Comments from our readers:

12-16-96, Matt Gilman Sez: "I grooved hard and complete on Pam's page!"

9-13-98, P. Abrams writes to us:

"I have a few little David stories. By this, I surely do not mean "cute, little, petit or subtle in any way" . Rather, I mean, stories of the Lad as a Lad.

Summer, 1981. I go off to Camp. I am in the front seat ( thank god ) of a very FADED blue Karmann Ghia ( forgive me is I misspelled it, but I grew up in Volkswagons, not those small and lethal bastard sons of same ). David, the Lad, was spooned into the back seat. There is recent but irrefutable evidence that the back seat of those cars was fashioned for the " My Buddy" doll, favorite toy doll of small male children everywhere. At any rate, young Master Pre-Hyphen ( is that an oxymoron? ) was chattering away in the back seat. Boy, that Lad loved to talk to me. I think it was because I listened intently, respected his point of view, and gave him thoughtful and gracious responses. It may have been because I had a pulse. I don't know. I will never forget that talk we had. his mother, the Lady Diane, was driving the car, or should I say, Kahr.

David tried for most of the trip to make me understand the Graphical Interface Card concept, and how it was cruxial to communications and personal computing in the 1980's I forgave him his lunatic ways- this was an extremely cute child. And...the yammering on about jobs this, jobs that. I told Diane that I thought it was SO cute, how he wanted to have jobs, just like his daddy. Who knew it was Steve Jobs he was going on about???

All I know is, that boy at a lot of Apples that trip....... but, one bite only per apple. Odd.....very odd.

The other story I have of the Lad David is that he had an undeniable love of MAD Magazine. Since I also loved it, in it's prime (pre-1980), we would have spirited discussion on Don Martin, and Duck Edwing, et al."

In response to this letter, our champion hero, David, replied, "Lies! All Lies!"

3-1-99, D. Edwing writes:

Don Martin and myself, (DUCK EDWING) used to sit around a glass of beer discussing DAVE. Now, I went to a search engine and found out you, at one time, used to sit around discussing Don Martin and Duck Edwing! Is that a small world or what? MADly Yours, DUCK EDWING

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