Yeoz has always been one of my favourite people. Even when he lived in the firefields, and I had to trek through flames to bring him chocolate chip cookies.

aside from not having any photos on flickr anymore, yeoz is a bad-ass. where did they all go?

yeoz left us for a while, and we were sad. Now yeoz has returned, and we are happy. He's one of those people who, when around, doesn't say much, but when he's gone, you miss him. Welcome back :)

yeoz is like the load-bearing walls in a house: he forms and supports structures without anyone ever noticing the effect. But it's more fun when he knocks them down.

Yeöz is not a girl. I found this out the wrong way.

all-knowing-genius-mastermind-we bow down before you.

Sharp. Acidic. Minimal. Yellow. Text. Fixer. Righteous. Ninja.

Whenever I think of yeoz, two images come to mind, one of a tall bearded man looking down benevolently on flickrites or two (more likely) a guy with glasses, perched on a swivel chair in front of a row of computer screens in a darkened room, papers strewn all over the desk. Make what you will of this.

yeoz insists I "owe" him two hours of meaningful existance after the torture of watching.. no enduring Platonic Chain. I say... NEVER!

I was quietly sitting in chat one day and yeoz accosted me with a tentacle monster - I will never be the same

The one and only, the inimitable, the humble yet magnificent, yeöz. To know him is to love him.

The yeoz/zoey mirror is one in which you can also see your own reflection. His mind is like a maze of twisty passages, all alike, in which we travel with our feeble torches, catching glimpses of cryptic glyphs on the wall, intrigued by what lies at the center of this labyrinth. Yeoz exists and that should be enough.

Yeoz drained the colour from my face. And I was glad. That is the power of yeoz.

I bet yeoz has a fuzzy belly. Like a cute widdle kitty tat sleeping in the sunshine. meep!

yeoz is the #1 reason i keep coming back. 本当ね!

there's something beautiful about the way yeoz/zoey can say very little but still keep you engaged. i may know him less than his other best buds but my respect for him is no less than theirs.

A machine on which music can be played, constructed entirely from the tiny ear bones of season ticket holders.

Fortified with no essential nutrients!

yeoz is zoey backwards!

Yeoz runs on an old forgotten VAX machine in a disused basement at Columbia. It hasn't been switched off since the late 80s.

So smart yet he has a blog. C'mon zoey! That's something a dumb person would own!

Yeoz is my hero. Honestly, he is.

Oh yeah? Well I would take a marshmallow dagger for yeoz. :P