I may not be tall, but I'm bearded.

Left-handed, Leap Day kid.

Traded my white collar for a blue one.

Pronouncing the ingredients on the shampoo bottle. Existential ponderings. Preparing epic breakfasts on weekends.

Dubious ethnicity.

Non-Fiction: Matt Taibbi, Sam Harris, Robert Sapolsky

Lit: Joseph Heller, David Foster Wallace, Nabokov

Music: Black Keys, Pixies, Nick Drake, Tegan and Sara, B.I.G.

Movies: Everything Werner Herzog. I bawled watching Dear Zachary.

TV: Peep Show, Breaking Bad, Trailer Park Boys, First 48, The Prisoner, First Person

golf clubs
guitar
racy photos of Calvin Coolidge's mistress
racy photos of Calvin Coolidge
first place trophy for manliness
a good pair of clean socks

Golf. Multiverse. The impossibility of free will. Singularity. Golf. Lake Vostok. Bowling. NFL Football. Softball. Golf.

Making ill-advised baserunning decisions in a slow-pitch softball game.

Marvelling at the sheer balls of Syfy network making both "Alien Tornado" and "Space Twister".

My father once spoke of a great battle. On one side were the three joint inventors of the wheel and a band of licensed retailers to whom they rented the wheel distribution franchises. On the other, Axlecorp. Axle Manufacturing, founded by a man who capitalized on a technical snafu in the patent application submitted by the wheel inventors.

The clash was bloody, but the result was a set of much needed industry safety improvements at relatively little added consumer cost. He then said to me, 'My son, I am now going into the past to find out if this is true.' I wasn't aware we had a time machine, but he said he kept one in the garage and that I should tell the family he was going. A month later I thought I saw him drinking and yelling at some people on a street corner, but then I remembered he was out there in the cavernous depths of time.

You play a musical instrument, golf, bowl, or keep a pile of New Yorkers in the bathroom.

If you answered "let's break skin" to the biting question I can't really dig it.