On December 15, Brian Anthony Christ died of a heroin overdose. This website is dedicated to Brian and the lasting impact he had on all his relatives and friends. As a fellow tech geek, this is the least I could do to honor Brian and his loved ones in their time of need. The title "Electric Memorial Coffee Test" is a tribute to Brian and his online identity. Everything he did on the internet had this theme (including his personal website, his LiveJournal, etc.). Although I only knew him less than a year, Brian had an intellect and heart that made him very memorable in my mind. We will miss you Brian.
Andy Chung
P.S. Here is an email that Brian sent to a friend of his the night of his death. I hope this gives insight into the kind of person Brian was and how much he had going for him.
Well hun if you'd really like to know, here's an unfettered update into the life of brian...
I just finished up my finals at mason....in electromagnetic theory and computer networking systems....yes, I'm a nerd, and I just can't wait to take a couple more exhilarating courses next semester...ugh.
I have just regained my privledge to drive from the state of Virginia, and I've added a motorcycle endorsement to my license so I can lose it even quicker this time around ;).
I'm in the process of trying to find gainful part-time employment, as I've been a lazy sod living with my parents and watching too much tv lately. I actually ran into my Congressman when I went to vote (who I used to work for in high school) and he offered me a job as an aide on the hill, cause he's the chairman of the government reform committee, but I think I'm gonna pass on it. My last job was working electrical construction and before that it was selling drugs and running a small paint/drywall contracting company with a friend while I was in school down in Charlottesville, so I'm not really into the whole super motivated yuppie ass kissing politico power trip lawyer work world...if yah know what i'm sayin'. I'm leaning towards some sort of mindless manual labor, basically any job you can cuss, smoke cigarettes, and get sweaty and dirty at all day long.
Other than that I'm trying to figure out how and when to get back to UVA, probably this summer, and finish my degree and get the hell outta there. Probably expatriating to Paris, shortly thereafter, to pursue a career in culinary magic or intellectual snobbery.
All of this is depending heavily on my ability to stay clean, as I've mentioned before I have a little problem with morpheus' delights, and it seems to keep coming back up and wrecking my world in one way or another. Wish I'd never started, and wish it wasn't such an ominous aspect of my life, but I am what I am and unfortunately, as I'm writing this I've just IVed a decent amount of Baltimore's finest smack :( .
So there you have it. Now you know me, the good, the bad, and the ugly...atleast some of it.
What about you? Please do tell......
brIan
Andy Chung
P.S. Here is an email that Brian sent to a friend of his the night of his death. I hope this gives insight into the kind of person Brian was and how much he had going for him.
Well hun if you'd really like to know, here's an unfettered update into the life of brian...
I just finished up my finals at mason....in electromagnetic theory and computer networking systems....yes, I'm a nerd, and I just can't wait to take a couple more exhilarating courses next semester...ugh.
I have just regained my privledge to drive from the state of Virginia, and I've added a motorcycle endorsement to my license so I can lose it even quicker this time around ;).
I'm in the process of trying to find gainful part-time employment, as I've been a lazy sod living with my parents and watching too much tv lately. I actually ran into my Congressman when I went to vote (who I used to work for in high school) and he offered me a job as an aide on the hill, cause he's the chairman of the government reform committee, but I think I'm gonna pass on it. My last job was working electrical construction and before that it was selling drugs and running a small paint/drywall contracting company with a friend while I was in school down in Charlottesville, so I'm not really into the whole super motivated yuppie ass kissing politico power trip lawyer work world...if yah know what i'm sayin'. I'm leaning towards some sort of mindless manual labor, basically any job you can cuss, smoke cigarettes, and get sweaty and dirty at all day long.
Other than that I'm trying to figure out how and when to get back to UVA, probably this summer, and finish my degree and get the hell outta there. Probably expatriating to Paris, shortly thereafter, to pursue a career in culinary magic or intellectual snobbery.
All of this is depending heavily on my ability to stay clean, as I've mentioned before I have a little problem with morpheus' delights, and it seems to keep coming back up and wrecking my world in one way or another. Wish I'd never started, and wish it wasn't such an ominous aspect of my life, but I am what I am and unfortunately, as I'm writing this I've just IVed a decent amount of Baltimore's finest smack :( .
So there you have it. Now you know me, the good, the bad, and the ugly...atleast some of it.
What about you? Please do tell......
brIan
Hi there.
I was, or still am, Brian Christ's best friend.
I first met Brian the first week of kindergarden way back in 1987. We both attended Westlawn Elementary school and were in Mrs. Sonnefeld's class.
Through the years we did everything together. Since Brian lived down the street from me, we grew very close as did our families. I would go on vacation with his family. I was in his scout troop. We both became Eagle Scouts at the same time after a journey together which consisted of campouts in the cold, long hikes during the summer, and countless hours working on service projects and merit badges. He was another son to my mother.
Brian Christ was the smartest person I knew. He beat me at chess every time we played (yes every single time, 104 times in total through our years of knowing each other). He could explain any concept in detail and make it easy for you to understand. He taught you to think critically and on your own.
I got the phone call from his mother at 8:40 on Wednesday morning. I was still in bed, planning on sleeping in a little since I didn't have too much work to do. My brother came into my room, saying it was Brian's mom who insisted it was an emergencey. She was crying hystericaly and suddenly my heart sunk. She said the words "Brian od'd, I don't think he is going to make it."
I called another one of our very good friends, and we rushed up to the hospital together. 20 minutes later his sister came out of the ER and told us the news.
Over the past few days I have recieved over 50 phone calls from people that knew Brian and people that Brian touched. Tears were shed and memories were shared and all we could think of was how lucky we were to have such a unique and caring individual in our life.
We talked about his incredible wit and humor. He had a one liner for everything. We talked about how bright he was, how he could accomplish whatever he wanted whenever. We talked about his 1480 SAT score, his athletic prowess when he was younger and his relationship with his dad. We spoke of how he could convince anyone to do anything, how he could convince anyone they could do anything in life.
I'll always for the rest of my life remember the times we had in elementary school, the sleepovers and the playing of video games, through our scouting years and into high school where we talked politics, girls, sex, college, our future, whatever. I'll remember riding bikes with him, going to concerts, visiting each other at school (I graduated from Virginia Tech in May) forming the "32 crew", expanding our knowledge, meeting new and amazing people, the summers at the beach house in Ocean City, playing pranks on other kids and just having an incredibly good time.
As our good friend Dimitri said, sometimes you ask why. But sometimes you have to smile because it happened.
Rest in Peace Brian Anthony Christ, we will miss you.
Thank you,
Ismail Madni
I was, or still am, Brian Christ's best friend.
I first met Brian the first week of kindergarden way back in 1987. We both attended Westlawn Elementary school and were in Mrs. Sonnefeld's class.
Through the years we did everything together. Since Brian lived down the street from me, we grew very close as did our families. I would go on vacation with his family. I was in his scout troop. We both became Eagle Scouts at the same time after a journey together which consisted of campouts in the cold, long hikes during the summer, and countless hours working on service projects and merit badges. He was another son to my mother.
Brian Christ was the smartest person I knew. He beat me at chess every time we played (yes every single time, 104 times in total through our years of knowing each other). He could explain any concept in detail and make it easy for you to understand. He taught you to think critically and on your own.
I got the phone call from his mother at 8:40 on Wednesday morning. I was still in bed, planning on sleeping in a little since I didn't have too much work to do. My brother came into my room, saying it was Brian's mom who insisted it was an emergencey. She was crying hystericaly and suddenly my heart sunk. She said the words "Brian od'd, I don't think he is going to make it."
I called another one of our very good friends, and we rushed up to the hospital together. 20 minutes later his sister came out of the ER and told us the news.
Over the past few days I have recieved over 50 phone calls from people that knew Brian and people that Brian touched. Tears were shed and memories were shared and all we could think of was how lucky we were to have such a unique and caring individual in our life.
We talked about his incredible wit and humor. He had a one liner for everything. We talked about how bright he was, how he could accomplish whatever he wanted whenever. We talked about his 1480 SAT score, his athletic prowess when he was younger and his relationship with his dad. We spoke of how he could convince anyone to do anything, how he could convince anyone they could do anything in life.
I'll always for the rest of my life remember the times we had in elementary school, the sleepovers and the playing of video games, through our scouting years and into high school where we talked politics, girls, sex, college, our future, whatever. I'll remember riding bikes with him, going to concerts, visiting each other at school (I graduated from Virginia Tech in May) forming the "32 crew", expanding our knowledge, meeting new and amazing people, the summers at the beach house in Ocean City, playing pranks on other kids and just having an incredibly good time.
As our good friend Dimitri said, sometimes you ask why. But sometimes you have to smile because it happened.
Rest in Peace Brian Anthony Christ, we will miss you.
Thank you,
Ismail Madni