Brinson M. Harris Ipse

   I reveal very little about my nonprofessional self, and that's intentional.

   That information is need to know, and no one does. 

   I've included images with my late sister, Lynne, whose tribute page is now online.

  

My ID from Public Access Television, photo from San Antonio, Texas, 1970.

I did not like my new school and it shows.

Tampa, Florida, 1966.

I've realized I'm no longer the center of attention.

Lynne checks out my race car.

San Antonio, Texas, 1969. 

Lynne in the driver's seat as usual.

Beirut, Lebanon, May, 1963.

Smell of salt air from the Med and the sound of many, many Fiat horns.

I shall return.

b. 1962

I appear nowhere in this video.

Florida fauna, 2020.

It doesn't count as social media because I never check

to see if there are any "likes." No validation needed.

That was then. All business these days. Depositions, Document Signings, Living Wills, Compulsory Medical Examinations, Psychological Evaluations, Day-in-the-Life, Special to Task--anything the client needs documented on HD video.

And finally, for now, fragments of a sliver of a remnant of a scrap of a slice of a sample of a multi-media whatever I was working on when life served up events that demanded all of my time.

Once upon a time it was on Public Access TV, almost like social media minus the insults and profanity because it was all real world, face to face, before rude AF became the default behavior paradigm in interpersonal communication.

Project Res Ipsa Loquitur is a search for The Great Truth of Mass Media, using moments of truth my CRM-114 Discriminator grabs from the mediaspehere in real time using the AE-35 High Gain Antenna, and plays it back in narrative form on a monitor near you.

Post Script: The Motel 6 in Landover, Maryland, 1990.

Spring tour and The Grateful Dead were playing at the Capital Centre, demolished in 2002.

The scene's long gone, but I got to live it. Good times.

Post post script. The original world wide headquarters for Virtual Telvision, Inc. It was also home from 3 February, 2000 to 15 October, 2014. This is the only pic I have of it. Bulldozed within weeks of the sale. Only two of the seven oak trees seen here were saved.

ViKi, the virtual kitty & company mascot.

She's long gone too. I miss her. Great little kitty.