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Back in DC after two long years in Afghanistan. It was fun -- at
times, at least -- but being back in America is too awesome for
words and I'm finding myself constantly blown away by every
thing this place has to offer: the extraordinary selection in our
grocery stores (does fruit here have no seasons? are so many
choices in salad dressing honestly possible?), the outdoor cafes,
and the ability to walk around freely without worrying about where
the nearest hardened cover is. After two years trapped on compounds
and small bases, being able to walk around is an indescribable
luxury. It's good to be home.
I spend a lot of time outside. I celebrated my grand return from
Afghanistan by biking from Denver to DC, a trip that left me with
an irreparable fingerless glove tan and a deep and abiding hatred
for Kansas. I'm a slow runner and a slower cyclist, but I sign up
for races all the time; I have a thing for free t-shirts. I came in
dead last in the swim in my first triathlon and nearly came in last
in my first marathon but was beaten to it by a 76 year old --
losing isn't easy, but somebody's gotta do it.
I hate the gym but spend a lot of time there, a habit reinforced by
two years in Afghanistan where there was nothing else to do. I also
spend a lot of time sitting in the park drinking cheap sangria made
from boxed wine, so I guess it all balances out in the end.
One of the things I missed most while in the desert -- aside from
salads and Thai food, both of which I missed desperately -- was
last minute, off-the-cuff dates with strangers. This city is
filling up with happy hours. Let's go get a beer.
What I’m doing with my life
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I'm getting back into the swing of being in America. I'm working on
adopting a dog (Frosty, the world's most awesome boxer), taking
advantage of the biking and running trails around the city, and
eating every burrito Chipotle can sell me.
I’m really good at
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Ms. Pac-man. Seriously, unf__king believably good at Ms. Pac-man.
I've got a lot of things I enjoy but am terrible at (yoga, for
example), and a lot things that I spend a lot of time thinking
about (linguistics, for example -- I enjoy a good obscure
grammatical pattern), but the only thing I'm truly astoundingly
good at is Ms. Pac-man.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Having a kindle was approximately the only thing that made
Afghanistan survivable (well, that and the well-armed contingent of
enlisted guys I had with me). I'm a modern fiction kind of guy,
though I'm painfully aware of exactly how douchey "I'm a modern
fiction kind of guy" sounds.
Nabokov. Catch-22. Jose Saramago. Salman Rushdie. Working my way
through the Pulitzer winners. I subscribe to the New Yorker and the
Atlantic and Harpers but find they come so often -- good god, why
is there another New Yorker in my mailbox? -- that they're more a
source of guilt than anything else.
I'm one of those vehemently anti-television people.
I have terrible taste in music. I like things that are upbeat and
chipper and good to run to (my iPod is riddled with doo-wop) and my
music collection is still haunted by the fact that I was the World
Music editor of Georgetown Radio once upon a time -- French swing,
African marimba bands, that kind of thing.
As a frame of reference, the top three most-played tracks in my
iTunes library are a spectacular piece of bluegrass banjo, a
nearly-perfect opera aria, and an a cappella polka sung entirely in
Finnish. I recognize that this oh-so-representative sample of my
musical tastes indicates that I'm going to die alone.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
At happy hour. I fall on the extreme side of "morning person" and
rarely traffic in late nights, but I'm a pretty firm believer in a
good beer buzz before sunset.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I'm outdoorsy, but only outdoorsy enough to make people think I'm
way more outdoorsy than I actually am. I talk a big game, but my
proficiency with campfires is limited.
You should message me if
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Your life doesn't revolve around television and pop culture, or
crystal meth and the club scene. And if you want to get a beer or a
cup of coffee or split some hummus or curry.
I'm happy to be friends with just about anyone (or at least anyone
who's not an ass or cripplingly boring), but as far as
romance/dating goes, I'm generally only attracted to masculine guys
who are at least somewhat approaching in shape. I tend to prefer
guys who are self confident to the point of cocky but who don't
cross the line into arrogant.
I have limited tolerance for republicans and picky eaters, though
spending a lot of time embedded with the military in the Land of
the Corn Dog has somewhat blunted both of those. Somewhat.
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