I play guitar, love music, and love sports. My freshman year of college at La Salle I took a philosophy course in which my professor railed against the "idiocy of football" and the "mindlessness of the lite beer crowds" while extolling the virtues of The Clash and Bob Dylan. I politely (kinda) reminded him of the fact that SOME people can appreciate Bob Dylan's poetry and symbolism while also enjoying 300 pound men running a piece of pigskin into each other. I didn't respond to the lite beer comment.
I am not going to sit here and say I have my life figured out and I'm waiting for someone to complete it or anything like that. I just figured I want someone to hang out with and spend some time with. If that sounds good, let me know.
I also recently moved down to Center City from Manayunk, which is the best thing I have done in years. I am a train commuter now. I feel like a grown-up, or something.
Also, I think I'm pretty hilarious. My students disagree, however. They have even discussed creating a Twitter account to post all my of bad jokes. It's not the worst idea.
I used to be way up on the music scene, or scenes. I wish I still was, but I try. ONE DAY I CAME ACROSS AN ALBUM OF GUSTER COVERS THAT FEATURE CATS MEOWING INSTEAD OF VOCALS. I am still trying to process this information.