Am on location in Wasilla, Alaska (hence the sabbatical from breakneck blogging), and am enjoying, amongst many things, spending time with family.

One thing that’s been great is seeing Rockstar Brother again. The ‘Brother has wrapped Warped tour, and is back home in the 49th state this week, playing a bunch of high-energy shows in support his new (and excellent) album, “Here Goes Nothing.”

Yeah today Rockstar Brother is dancing and singing and strutting on the north coast stage, but when he returns to Fresno tomorrow, it’s back to anatomy and physiology, chemistry and histology. You may be surprised to learn this, but in addition to his strong desire to rule the world one bass line at a time, Rockstar Brother also *really* wants to be a dentist.

The other night, Rockstar Brother played at the Alaska Fighting Championship, a spin off on the Ultimate Fighting Championship – a kind of no holds barred, mish mash of boxing, wrestling, and marshal arts fighting. (It’s violent stuff).

On our way home from the event, Maaa asked “What kind of life is that? What kind of person spends their life doing that to their body?”

I wanted to say, anyone who has ever dined in Hänni’s kitchen has known the suffering of a body (and intestine) abused -(think beef bourguignon and lamb chops en flambé)- but instead, I talked about Roy.

Roy was this kid I used to work with at Other People’s Money. Smarmy looking with patchy mustache and lithe limbs, Roy was a street- fighter- turned- ultimate- fighter- turned- accountant. An expat to Japan, Roy battled in Tokyo arenas just about every day for a year and a half. He quit when he lost a significant chunk of brain function and almost all of his teeth.

“How did he lose it? “ Rockstar Brother asked, in response to my tale o’ Roy.

“Got kicked in the face,” I said.

“So that’s how he lost his teeth?”

“Teeth? No that’s how he messed up his brain… but I suppose that’s how he lost his teeth too.”

And then, like addled brains are of no consequence to a Rockstar who delights in talk of cavities and crowns, my bro replied, “Teeth Hänni, we only care about the teeth!”

Mmmm k bro…
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