I once hiked by myself across Corsica for 5 days to catch a sold out ferry in order to make my flight home that day... on a bet. I enjoy going to thrift stores where the single motive is: I pick what you have to wear out tonight, you pick what I have to wear out tonight, meet back in one hour, go. Another fun pastime; coming up with Zen questions, such as but not limited to: "If you have a pair of flip-flops and lose one, how do you know which one you lost, the flip or the flop?" and while gross, albeit intellectually intriguing, "Are scabs like beef jerky to a vampire?" Oh yeah.. I can do a back flip, underwater... well most of the time occasionally water gets up my nose.

As "Life is proportional to experience" happens to be a personal credo, I travel a lot, by plane, train, and motorcycle (as anything with two wheels is better than four, side note: stop texting while driving, as you're going to be the death of me). I also love Yerba Mate.

I grew my hair out for two years for "locks for love". Then my friend tied the knot and wanted all his groomsmen and friends to have big beards for the wedding. Which of course means I didnt shave until after the wedding... one long year later. After the wedding I called up the same place I had donated my hair only to find out there sadly is no "beards for love".

I recently had a bet with a friend where the loser had to wear a pair of mittens out to the bar. I do not like this bet. One underestimates how difficult it is to order two beers, pay cash, and go to the bathroom when thick knit pink cotton is encapsulating your damn fingers.

I'm misunderstood. I think its because I mumble too much.

I've been putting off the real world for as long as possible by continuously going to school. Unfortunately that gig is about to be played out as I graduate with a PhD in physics. After that I suppose it will be time to buy one of those blazer's with the elbow patches, start smoking a pipe and go around saying things like "quite, quite, I DO concur"... on a skateboard.

Talking my way out of trouble. I've never spent a night in jail, no matter how many times I should have.

A judo chop of intellect to the brain they weren't fast enough to dodge.

Noise Makers:
James Brown, Blackalicious, Black Jack Johnsons, P-funk, The Black Keys, CCR, Ben Harper, the voice of your friends with the wind of a cold night and the crackle of a campfire playing backup.

Death box boob tube:
you know in england they call it tele. so weird.

Monkey's on a typewriter:
Ishmael by Daniel Quinn is a MUST read (notice the capital letters in must, this is to make sure a high level of importance is strongly conveyed to the reader). 1984 by the great George Orwell. The Giving Tree by non-other than Shel Silverstein. Jitterbug Perfume by the funny Tom Robbins. Finally Narcissus and Goldmund but by Herman Hesse.

Lights, Camera, Action:
"OVER THE LINE!" : "I was not Walter mark it eight Dude" "Smokey if you mark it eight, you are entering a world of pain"--- "HEY YOU GUYS!"--- "I'm a mog, half man, half dog, I'm my own best friend"--- "A-goonie-gue-rue"--- "OUWW... my neck and my back, I'm suing for a hundred and fifty thousand dollars, but we can settle out of court right now...."--- "You like them? them's 20's...Ok they 10's, but i keep 'em clean"--- "I dont want to be like carlos, I just cant help it if my equipment looks like you could buy it at radio shack in 1974"--- "We're alike, me and cat. A couple of poor nameless slobs." "Nihilihists, fuck dude, I mean say what you want about the tenants of national socialism, but at least it has a fucking ethos"--"Please dont wake my friend, he's dead tired"--

In no particular order:

1. Hand held GPS unit
2. Clean Socks
3. Motorcycle
4. Peanut Butter Cookies
5. Dinosaurs
6. Friends and Fam

Doing a little of that, a little more of this, some of that other thing, not so much of that, not yet anyway, its technically saturday when that takes place.

I hate the pasta sauce and salad dressing isles at the grocery store. Too many damn choices. You just get sucked in forever, and then walk away like, man should I have purchased the Northern Italian with Rosemary, I mean, the Country French with Sage and Herbs looked just as good.

You thrive on a routine of randomness. And you are awesome. Rad works as well.