DAD - Honolulu, Hawai'i, USA I love you, Dad. Rest in peace. If you'd like to know more about my Dad, please see this photo tribute and read the eulogy I gave at his memorial service.
EVAN My brother is the kind of man that people are instantly drawn to. Girls want to get to know him, and guys want to be his wingman. Oozing charm, a bleeding-edge wit, and a carefully cultivated sense of effortless style, I imagine those who first meet him might be taken aback to discover such a thoughtful, compassionate, and romantic soul behind that smooth exterior. Evan often keeps his thoughts to himself (like our Dad did), lending him an air of mystery. He never blathers; instead doling out his words carefully, but when they come, they are astute, and often hilarious. During our childhood the rest of the family learned never to leave anything important lying around, because we knew the temptation to take it apart and figure out how it worked would likely be too strong for him to resist. An excellent problem-solver and a quick-study, it's tough to put one past him (and I've tried many a time), and he's the kind of guy you want around during a crisis, because he'll be able to stay calm, focus on the issue at hand, and find the best solution. His hair has somehow sported exactly the right amount of fashionably-speckled grey since he was eleven, perhaps evidence of a mind perpetually concentrating, forever cooking up some cool new visionary design. His frequently-furrowed brow fronts a brain that oozes creativity out of his ears, all the way down through his eleventh finger, that mechanical pencil forever in motion, sketching new concepts in one of countless moleskin books. While one might fairly argue that I could never be objective about my own brother, I respect his opinions about aesthetics and design more than anyone ever known, and more importantly, I respect and love the man he has become. We often go long periods without talking much, which saddens me, but whenever we are together in person, it's as if we had never been separated. He is, and always will be, my little brother. Although we did talk briefly on your actual birthday, I'll send my congratulations again, a couple of days later. We're all proud of you, and the world is a far better place to have you around for another year. Love you, Brother. 3
SEAN - Honolulu, Hawai'i, USA I want to wish a very merry birthday to my baby brother Sean. Those of us who have had the pleasure of watching him grow up are button-poppingly proud of the man he has become: He's sharply intelligent (without a trace of condesention towards those of us who are slow on the uptake), compassionate and generous, hilarious and responsible, charming and debonaire, searingly witty and articulate, insightful and imaginative, handy and hard-working, and like all the men in our family, he's got a ruggedly handsome face that would probably be too beautiful to behold were it not stretched over an abnormally large skull (necessary, of course, to support our massive, Corpuz brains engorged and swollen with obscure movie quotes). And to top it all off is a head of hair worthy of shampoo commericials and gale-force winds. As big a guy as he is, the most impressively enormous thing about him is his heart. My own heart is full to bursting with love, admiration, and pride for him. He's a better, manlier man than me (even if I'll always be taller). Sean, may all your questions add up to forty-two! Happy birthday (and three)!
