In my spare time, I'm either volunteering with Transportation Alternatives (bikes lanes for everyone!), or throwing myself up a wall at the climbing gym. I am aware that I'm becoming a Brooklyn stereotype; I blame the tap water.
Ad-libbing recipes and never being able to remember what I did for next time. One time I made these totally bomb-ass tacos with a chiles in adobo sauce and instantly forgot what I did. RIP bomb-ass tacos 2014-2014
Scouring the vast expanse of the internet for new music. I've got a one-new-band per week addiction with actual withdrawal symptoms. Or would they be... symptones?
MOVIES: Pretentious art flicks with 20 lines of dialogue total.
SHOWS: I just blew through the first two seasons of Brooklyn Nine Nine and goddamn it is so good.
MUSIC: If they've played at St. Vitus there's a good chance they're in my library.
FOOD: Pairing a good dark beer to match my homemade potato pancakes recipe is number 4 on my bucket list.
— My dad's old pocket knife
— A liter of extra virgin olive oil. All the salads I eat are merely vectors for olive oil and balsamic.
— A sub from Wegmans. 2017 can't come soon enough!
— Maraschino cherries with stems (it matters)
— According to my bike, the ability to ignore things like "I'm tired" and "this hill is steep" and "avoid that shattered glass which will pop your tires you idiot"
You'd like to engage in a gif/dad joke chain. I'll also entertain emoji chains because I'm new to the emoji game and should probably practice my chops.