Dan knows how much I value his brain...in fact, I kind of *want* his brain...in a nice way. I also want to hang out with Dan in used book stores and used record shops with coffee places attached to them. Big fun.

With the anecdotes of a true fiend and toys spilling from his pockets, Dan Joy presents himself as no one else. Safe harbor for runaways, tired sex workers, the lost, and the wondering, he is a gentleman, occifer. Do you wish to twirl his red umbrella, or be a poet, impromptu? He'll share his colored pens, and he’s got glitter glue. From him an extreme of consciousness meanders of non-sequitur birth, remaining sensical, with swells of silliness and pitches of irony. He juggles morphemes lawlessly... must be hiding a supergalactic lexical transposition impositioner beneath that umbrella. I dunno’ what else right now… I miss him….

How can I put into words that which is beyond
their capability? In attempting to write a
testimonial for Dan I feel perhaps as my feline
animal companion of 10 years, Gypsy, might feel
if she were asked to testify about me. While
I've known Dan for a bit longer than my cat and
I have been together, his arcane insights and
artful, but not entirely unexpected, outlooks
are both inexplicably novel sustenance and
imminent gifts from another species as if we
were beings of vaguely similar but separate mammalian
genotypes. Dan traverses and explicates those
realms that make me realize each time anew that
ideas and my life are not two different spaces
but one and the same. Whether he's writing about
'neither here nor there,' as he likes to
characterize it, or modeling what that means in
his views and friendship relationships, all I
can say is that he's a hell of a great guy to
have in your life, even if he's now (perhaps but
only slightly unfortunately for me) on one coast
and I'm on the other!

Will BHR