Recently moved to Beijing after living in DC for 8+ years, minus
some previous stints in China and NYC.
I feel tremendous pressure each week to finish the unreasonable
amount of magazines that I subscribe to.
I ride a black scooter with a pink muffler named Estelle.
Pop cultural references from the last few years are typically lost
on me, and I'm a little self-conscious about it.
What I’m doing with my life
Just trying to hack it in Beijing. Yoga helps.
I’m really good at
Estimating how long it takes to get somewhere. I'm the most
punctual dude on OkCupid.
The first things people usually notice about me
That I arrived exactly on time.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books: Count of Monte Cristo; all Murakami; Mao; Sea of Poppies;
the Forever War; Tai Pan; The Party; Shantaram; Stone's Fall; Case
of Exploding Mangoes; Kavalier & Klay; End of Faith; the
Movies: Major League; Last King of Scotland; Lives of Others; all
80s Eddie Murphy movies; Hero; Kill Bill 1-2; Y Tu Mama Tambien; My
Blue Heaven; City of God; Bull Durham; the Fog of War; Crocodile
Shows: Seinfeld; Curb; Sopranos; Breaking Bad; Mad Men; Baseball
The six things I could never do without
*Breakfast (I have a solid cereal rotation going right now)
*Access to news (real news, not Twitter or blogs)
*Anticipation of the next trip (was recently in Argentina, Turkey,
and Guizhou; somewhere else in Asia is up next)
*The calculator on my phone
I spend a lot of time thinking about
My favorite Seinfeld scene -- in the episode where Elaine has a job
interview with a publishing company that thinks she's from out of
town so they get her a suite at the Plaza, and Jerry's parents are
visiting but he has fleas in his apartment, so he convinces Elaine
to let them stay at her room at the Plaza and Morty, Helen, Uncle
Leo and Nana run up the tab with massages, macadamia nuts, and
champagne, and Kramer loses his sense of taste because he's hanging
out in Jerry's apartment during fumigation, so he can't taste the
Mackinaw peaches -- is when Elaine, after not getting the job
because of the exorbitant hotel bill, barges into the hotel room to
scold Mr. and Mrs. Seinfeld but finds Uncle Leo, in a bathrobe
holding a glass of champagne, who complains, "they told me they
were sending an Asian!?!"
On a typical Friday night I am
Friday night is for cutting loose.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I'm pretty handy around the house for a Jew.
You should message me if
You think you know Beijing better than I do and you have a secret
spot that you want to share. You have a show you want to hit but
don't really know who to go with. You're funny as shit.