You could call me the accidental carpenter. I was always a smart
kid but a bad student. Halfway through college, I figured out that
I could turn my liberal arts education into a vocational program on
how to build scenery. After school, I moved to NYC because that's
where the work is, and except for a few short stays in D.C. and Chicago, here I still am. Nothing was planned, but everything seems to be working out.

working with Spiderman eight times a week on Broadway
reading more
watching less
yoga and climbing
Saturday morning NYT/coffee/premiership soccer
Sunday morning museum/brunch (Whitney=done, any suggestions?)
afternoons in the park
hanging with family/friends
daydreaming about the next trip to take
fixing up my fixer-upper

welding, procrastinating, carpentry, reading, armchair politicking, making cheese-on-toast, believing Obama isn't going to fuck it up.

I don't know, maybe that I look like the rugged yet sensitive love-child of Matthew Broderick and Ira Glass.

My favorite authors include Gore Vidal and Patrick O'Brian. The first show I ever saw was AC/DC, the first CD I ever bought was De La Soul is Dead, but for me it all comes back to The Clash. Recent favorites include The Men, Tegan & Sara, Jamey Johnson, and the new Ghostface/Adrian Younge, which is awesome. I would like to have more K-pop in my life. I'm on a small-scale Bollywood kick lately. When I saw Strictly Ballroom, I thought that it was the most beautiful movie I had ever seen. I want to see Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolff. J'adore both Lehrer(s), Jim and Brian, and the Planet Money team; just got their kickstarter t-shirt! My favorite TV show ever was The Wire, but Mash, Magnum PI, Robotech, and the Muppets were all formative influences on me.

Also, anyone want to talk to about the Fugazi live music archive? Because that would be awesome.

How about the 6 best gifts I ever got? 1) Millenium Falcon
Toy 2) Festool Circular Saw 3) Starret Combination Square
4) A new Carharrt jacket (I really needed one at the time) 5) The $50 bill my uncle gave me for graduation (probably b/c it was so unexpected) 6) socks, really great socks.

I've spent too much time thinking about this question, no doubt. The news, I guess. Oh, and the ever-growing pile of New Yorkers on the coffee table.

Paying the rent.

I got kicked out of college. It's a good story, really, sort of a coming-of-age tale. It follows a pretty typical arc: hubris>tragic fall>redemption>ironic twist.

Message away if you are any combination of the following:
smart, funny, sexy, cute, sarcastic, confident, strong, GGG, open,
liberal, tolerant, active, willing to share the driving, cares
about the world we live in.

Note: Carrie Bradshaw isn't really my type. Someone who is as comfortable in chuck taylors/hiking boots as she is in heels is more my speed. I'll also admit to a minor fetish for women in glasses. I don't think that makes me a bad person, and I like to think that I'm open-minded about the whole glasses/no glasses thing.

I have a gauzy idea of what I might like my life to be like someday: sort of a Brooklyn version of a Norman Rockwell/Dan Savage/Maya Rudolph mash-up. Someday, but not tomorrow.