I was born in Vail, Colorado with skis strapped to my feet. I've been living in Boston for awhile now, and I'm enjoying it. However, I miss the west and my mountains. I'm an old soul but I have a youthful appetite for life. I cannot get enough of Art, Music, Books, Film, Television, Food, Drink, People, and ADVENTURE! I can grow outrageous facial hair, and have even won a competition with it. I enjoy being outdoors and in the woods as much as possible. If Im not riding my bike, which isn't often, you will most likely find me on stage doing what I love.
And some food for thought, here is a poem by the brilliant Louis Jenkins.
It turns out that the drain pipe from the sink is attached to nothing and water just runs right onto the ground in the crawl space underneath the house and then trickles out into the stream that passes through the backyard. It turns out that the house is not really attached to the ground but sits atop a few loose concrete blocks all held in place by gravity, which, as I understand it, means "seriousness." Well, this is serious enough. If you look into it further you will discover that the water is not attached to anything either and that perhaps the rocks and the trees are not all that firmly in place. The world is a stage. But don't try to move anything. You might hurt yourself, besides that's a job for the stagehands and union rules are strict. You are merely a player about to deliver a soliloquy on the septic system to a couple dozen popple trees and a patch of pale blue sky.