You're Twins??

So here I am in India, and I miss my twin brother. Now, he and I are very different in many ways, and we've always been cast that way (not least by ourselves). But over the years, I think we've each started, now and again, to crib a page from the other's notebook. We are, after all, twins.

I remember tromping around in the Philippines together when we were about 6 or 7 years old, making up games and drinking orange juice through our noses (well that may have been just me, but it's more indicative of the kind of thing we'd do than of one particular event. Ahem.). Or making up a new alphabet and trapping crayfish when we were 13. (We never knew what to do with the crayfish, but it was fun to do, I guess.)

Or him poaching my girlfriends in high school (ok, again, that was more me, but he made up for it after college). After high school, we lived together for a year, working in a bakery and a restaurant. We explored Portland and defied death in a 1975 VW Beetle that taught us the meaning of the phrase "caveat emptor!" We split to go to different colleges, which was a good idea. It also started a trend of missing each other more. Starting in college, first he and then I got involved in a crazy Indonesian martial art called Poekoelan.

After college, we both moved to San Francisco. We stayed out way too late in weird warehouses before getting up to go make video games together. He stayed in California when I moved back to Portland, but we did get together for one fateful trip to Europe and North Africa in 2004. Here are a few pictures from that memorable trip, which surely show why I miss my twin.