would you be mad if i called this 'a blast from the past'?

Been packing some--I told you I leave Friday?--but mostly just moving from place to place, sitting in the yellow light of the dining room, on the pool deck, in my bed, all quiet, contemplative. Thinking about? Oh, I won't say, or it'll get too bloggy.

I guess we're just going to slowly slowly carve a direction for this, undertaking, Vick?

Just went off to pull something old, try to remember where we came from, or something. Past e-mails starting from 2/2/02, which is nowhere near the beginning, but quite a block of history, nonetheless. First one I opened was this:

Subject: (no subject)
Date: 3/13/02 11:52:13 AM Pacific Standard Time
"in the nearly empty hallways.

brian: [coming up behind me] hey [nudges my elbow, smiles] where're you going?
me: [smiles back] calc
brian: [cocks his head] am i allowed to walk you there?"

Was Brian the redhead one?