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Last online
Nov 24
5' 10" (1.78m)
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Has dogs
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For most of my childhood I considered "Oh, Susanna" among the most tragic songs I'd ever heard. For some reason I thought a banjo was some kind of tumor, and I envisioned a love-sick hobo hobbling from Alabama to reunite with his sweetheart, who may even have rejected him as soon as she saw the freakish growth protruding from his knee. Still, I found the song vaguely hopeful and was inspired by the man's perseverance in the face of his handicap. I'm romantically entangled in the concept of accident, which is not to say the idea of fate. I hear a lot of people talk about "what is meant to be" and can't conceptualize this beyond the maddeningly tautological "what is." But I love the idea that a coin flip can trigger a tango, or that a random left turn can eventually land me in a New Zealand pasture shearing Merino wool with an Argentinean bandoleon player. I try to keep my life open to the trappings of chance and poetry. I've got a vaguely Hallmark sentimentality tethered by profanity, but fuck, man, who doesn't like happy endings?
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Stick around for three minutes, and I could probably convince you that I'm a virtuosic banjo player. Hang out for five, though, and you'll be calling my bluff.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books: I walked into a Newbury Street used boostore the other day and asked if they had any Robert Heinlein. The bespectacled clerk coolly informed me, "we don't carry any genre fiction here." (If the exchange were typographical, the word "genre" would have been dripping icicles) I can't live off Proust and Franzen - it would be a diet rich in calcium and maybe vitamin C. I needs me some spice, and I'm on a bit of a sci-fi kick lately. Working my way through the Hugo awards and regularly visiting the Wikipedia page on quantum physics and its tangents to unsuspend my disbelief ("You can't bounce a tachyon particle beam off the main deflector dish!").

Movies: Way too long a list to revisit here. I'm a huge Coen-head, love Kurosawa (Akira and Kiyoshi), and wish Paul Thomas Anderson and Terrence Malick would be more prolific (or have a baby). Okay, so he's finally got his Oscar, but can we make Phillip Seymore Hoffman more pop-culture friendly by calling him P-Hoff? Please? Are portmanteaux still en vogue? R.I.P., P-Hoff.

TV: Arrested Development, Always Sunny, Breaking Bad, The Wire, Six Feet Under, Rome, basically anything on Adult Swim (even Assy McGee), Samurai Jack, Battlestar Galactica. Highly-stylized animation; partly because it makes me marvel at the capability of the human brain to extrapolate narrative and concrete meaning from a rapidly-progressing series of abstract images, but mostly because it's fucking cool. Chuck Jones is my favorite physicist.

Music: That "high, lonesome sound," Miles, Mingus, Ella, Satchmo, Clifford Brown, Sarah Vaughan, Bela Fleck, Tony Trischka, Tom Waits, Robert Johnson, Hendrix, Zeppelin, Stone Roses. A low pass filter on a sawtooth bass always scratches the itch it creates (in a good way).

Food: All of it.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Melody. Nuance. Inuendo. The leprechaun in my head who tells me to burn things.

If I ever start a blog (shudder) it will be all about great pop culture milestones that I completely missed until last night. (Spoiler alert!)

"You know what you shoud watch? The Wire!"

"Fuck, man, that JJ Abrams spins a hell of a yarn. I bet the last episode of Lost is gonna be awesome!"

"Holy shit! Michael just shot fucking Fredo, man! He's nothing like his dad."

"Wow, I totally thought Rick was gonna hop on that plane with Ilsa."
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Honestly, probably at home with my banjo and my dog. I work your standard 9-5, but Tuesday or Wednesday nights are the center of my social life. I prefer the community of the weekday crowd to the competition of the weekend rush, and I'll pay a morning's worth of hangover for it.
Mid-week, you'll probably catch me sometime at Toad or Wally's Cafe, nodding in tacit agreement with a mandolin or trombone solo.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I was an epic childhood somnambulist. I woke entire neighborhoods with ear-piercing warnings of the impending dinosaur apocalypse.

I hate the Oxford comma. Even Oxford has dropped it.

Despite all evidence presented by individual human beings, I believe in the general goodness of humanity. I think we get more right than we get wrong.
You should message me if
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Know who Warren Ellis or Matt Taibbi are? Think comic books, cuisine, or video games can be considered viable art forms? Fluent in melody? Apply here.
If not, fear not. I'm a voxophile, and I love to hear voices of all timbres.