Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
You ever see something on the Internet that’s supposed to be free,
except for shipping? And then you get charged $300 on your next
Visa bill? I’m the lawyer who sues those *#$#@’s. Maybe it’s
because I grew up in Kentucky, but I have a small-town sense of
justice and my desires are very much those of a local boy who wants
to make good. (To Kill a Mockingbird was my first inspiration) But
after 24 years in LA, I can’t quite claim to be a country kid. I
drink scotch at Pacific Dining Car. I’ve hiked the Andes and walked
thru Ankor Wat. And as a daily New York Times reader, I’m one of
those people who actually cares about the news – The Supreme
Court's ruling on gay marriage to whether Greece is staying in the
EU. Yes, I’m a bit quirky. I love film noir. I’ve named my laptop
“Gertrude”. And I’m probably more comfortable talking to a crowd of
2000 than introducing myself to a stranger. But what sets me apart
is my loyalty. I’m still close with the first friend I made in LA,
I still have my first employee, and I believe in family more than
anything. We may be more Homer and Marge than Bogey and Bacall, but
don’t forget: Homer and Marge are still together…
You read for pleasure. You correct my spelling. You remind me to
remember my mother’s birthday. You’ll Shazam songs from KCRW. You’d
watch Sunset Blvd at the Hollywood Cemetery. You’re up for third
world travel. You appreciate a $1.50 hotel room in the Mekong Delta
as much as the Shantaram suite at the Mumbai Four Seasons. You’d
put up with a squat toilet at the Kashgar Sunday market. You’re as
social as Julie from the Love Boat. You drag me, kicking (but not
screaming – I hate making a scene) into a group of people to strike
up a conversation. You want to hike in the Santa Monica mountains
on Saturdays. You may listen to Coldplay on your iPhone, but you
put up with bluegrass and indie chick music when you’re in my car.
You’d join me at Mysore Yoga and refrain from commenting on my
form. You believe in writing old-fashioned thank-you cards. You
smile at old people and dogs (but never at cats, ever.) You
believe, above all, in the Golden Rule. You know that there’s
nothing better than finding someone to share all your good days and
comfort you on the other ones.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My mom's cooking; my laptop; my iphone; talking to my family;
traveling; watching the sunset over the Pacific at the Palisades in
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Where to get the best bagels in LA
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
With friends out at dinner in Venice or Santa Monica. Sushi!!!
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I don't eat Brussels Sprouts
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