Archive for the ‘Dad’ category

Creatures Of Now (Or what slapping ads on web pages is not)

October 9, 2007


I was missing my girlfriend so I stole my Dad’s Gold American Express card , took the bus to Avis and rented a Mustang Convertible.


The Noah Brier Experience (Or How I Stopped Being Twitter-De-Dum)

August 22, 2007

My Dad is a pretty wise man.

He didn’t get that way till I got older but his way of looking at the world kinda seeped into my alcohol induced cells.

It took years for my Dad to accept call waiting.

“What can be more rude than leaving a conversation to talk to someone else.”

And his final words when friends would try to call us and the phone was inevitably busy:

“If it’s really important they’ll call back.”