My favorite photo of a good friend shows him making the peace sign with one hand while giving the finger with the other. Kind of how I feel about life. So many amazing things in the world and so many people fucking it up. I try to balance what I hope is a healthy level of cynicism by approaching my daily life with a heavy dose of humor. I grew up in the Midwest, but I've been in New York for a good long while now. I have a close group of friends I've known since college and we've had amazing times over the years. But these days I'm much less interested in those wild times late into the night and more interested in getting things done and having meaningful experiences.

Freelancing in TV. Writing a bad screenplay. Hanging out with my sleep deprived friends and their kids. Binging on seasons of good TV on DVD.

Freedom, Pete Dexter, biographies,
Butch Cassidy, 70's movies.

Sample of music starting in B's from my Itunes....Badfinger, Basquiat Soundtrack, Beach House, Belltays, Big Boi, Betty Davis, BLRMC, Blur, Black Mountain, Black Sabbath,Built to Spill, Big Star, The Byrds, Blondie, Bryan Ferry, Brian Eno, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, The Beatles holy cow did anyone figure out you really only need bands starting with a B?!
Enlightened, Mad Men, The Soup.

The Best Show on WFMU. Podcasts. Avocados. Edamame Hummus at Trader Joe's is food crack.

I'd rather name six things I'm trying to get rid of.

Meeting friends, gym, going to a movie or laying on my couch thinking how I should get up to go meet friends, go to the gym, go to a movie.

Belong to Park Slope Food Coop. There I said it.

You don't feel the need to talk during a concert. When did people decide it was ok to yell to each other through entire songs?