Teacher of rowdy teenagers, on year-long hiatus while pursuing the other dream job (ask if curious). I live and die for burritos. I read maps like other people read novels. I used to fix stuff for money. I sing and dance, separately. My dad is my homeboy. My bike is a donkey that can eat your house. I ride it off road whenever possible. I like any activity that makes me sweat. I am a recovering journalist and will never go back. Cincinnati born and raised. Lived and taught in NYC for five years, consider it a second home. If you can't see the salt, the food needs more salt. Same thing with garlic. I don't give up on friends. I climb hills like a fire ant and run long distances like a bush animal. My night job is playing in an Irish folk/ bluegrass band. Fast runner, slow worker. I believe most problems are solved by food, gumption, and exertion. In that order. I'll do anything on a dare. Staunchly opinionated about music, but I don't like music snobbery. I care deeply about my peoples. I like talking to strangers. I think there is no excuse for boredom. Turned on by international relations, history (especially Irish, Balkan, Middle East, Chinese), urban planning, country living, banjers, bricks, fiddles, languages, hammers, drills, woods, tubers, neuroscience trends, Ice-ees, exploring, river systems and watersheds, motion pictures, jazz piano, traditional fiddle from wherever, mountains, whiskey, baseball, the Reds, folklore, foreign thangs, friendliness, people who build things, conglomerate accents, storytelling, new adventure. Turned off by arrogance, meanness, whining, or judgmental frost.
Spry, durable, loyal, grateful.
What I’m doing with my life
In school for new career adventure until December. Plotting a major project that may be my life's work if it happens. Transition period. I also play music and run and bike until body parts fall off.
I’m really good at
making the greatest salsa in the history of mammals, anything
physical, white bean turkey chili, not losing my temper, pitch
recall, sonic modesty, toasts and speeches, out-dancing the
competition, boxing, singing songs, writing letters, word economy,
gittin thangs done, manual labor and lifting heavy stuff, accents,
mixes, backrubs, forgetting drama.
The first things people usually notice about me
People usually think I was in the military.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Maps. Vonnegut. Joseph Campbell. Tim O'Brien. Studs Terkel. Frank McCourt. Pete Hamill. The Gashlycrumb Tinies, Coal: A Human History, The Official US Congressional Atlas of the Civil War, The Tender Bar, Working, Chasing the White Dog, NY Times International section, more maps.
Stuff I haven't read but is high on my list:
SALT- Mark Kurlansky;
the FOXFIRE books (the instructional ones about planting, woodcarving, cabin-building, hexes, weaving, moonshining and songs)
North by Northwest, the Conversation, Network, The Harder They Come, Rockers, Coal Miner's Daughter, Reds, Repo Man, Do the Right Thing, The Civil War (Ken Burns), just about anything made by Ken Burns, The Commitments, Brassed Off, Master and Commander, The World's Fastest Indian, City of God, Sugar (Dominican minor league pitcher movie), the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
Music: anything on Soul Train. old country, old R&B, old reggae & rocksteady, old bluegrass and old time, old jazz, old punk rock, hip hop before 1997, old reels and jigs and ditties from Ireland, KY, NC, WV, the Caribbean, Russia, the Balkans, Mexico, Middle East, old songs about war and shipwrecks and disease and false lovers and fistfights and murder and croaking and imbibery. some new stuff (mainly dancehall and R&B). marches. national anthems. sea shanties and work songs. pipe and drum corps. Buddy Rich and them typa dudes, hurdy-gurdies. gongs. bored yet?
Food: Mexican. Ethiopian. Vietnamese. Generally, most foreign kindsa food. No white creamy stuff.
The six things I could never do without
Mexican food, friendship, music, physical exercise, salt, and
water's pretty good too.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
On a typical Friday night I am
slave to enchiladas. making racket. making up songs, making up for
lost zzz's, sometimes drinking with old men. bowling. ball games.
bantering with friends or strangers. being a dance machine like
Nobel Prize winner MC Hammer. Random trouble and bad ideas.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I'm half muppet.
You should message me if
you are a mammal, have a sense of humor, and value kindness. Or if you want to race.