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31 / M / Straight / Single
- Last Online
- Sep 10
- 5′ 11″ (1.80m).
- Body Type
- Graduated from masters program
- Education / Academia
- Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
- Dislikes dogs and dislikes cats
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“Generously, you ask what I do. Aside from the activities exposed in last week’s disgusting note, I labor, and write innumerable theses, notes, poems, stories and junk; I go to the math lib and read and to the Phil lib and divide my time between Minherr Russell and the contemplation of a most beautiful and lovely lady who is writing a thesis on Spinoza – charmingly ironic, at that, don’t you think?; I make stenches in three different labs, listen to Allard gossip about Racine, serve tea and talk learnedly to a few lost souls, go off for the weekend to distill low grade energy into laughter and exhaustion, read Greek, commit faux pas, search my desk for letters, and wish I were dead. Voila.”
For my sins I was elevated to Princeton as a grad student, where I spent some five years writing a PhD dissertation in astrophysics. (On the atmospheres of extrasolar planets, should you ask.) It was a career path to which I defaulted out of love for science and Star Wars and disdain for the business sector. Gradually, alas, I discovered that my reward was not to be found in professional research. So in the end I resigned my PhD candidacy, accepted a consolation MA and walked away from academia to seek my fortune elsewhere. Namely, back in sweet home Chicago.
That was four years ago. I’ve since transitioned into education, and found there my true calling. Presently I’m in my second year teaching physics and chemistry in a public high school in the Chicago suburbs. I truly enjoy it.
For all the advanced material I’ve studied, physics has never been more exciting to me than it was in the twelfth grade: Here was Truth to stand against the lies of Capital and Church! And during the stumble of my twenties the callousness of my youth was gradually dropped and replaced by a tremendous empathy for the teenager. That is the time in life when you stop being intrinsically cute; strangers stop smiling at you and start eying you with suspicion; the world changes from being protective of you to cool at best and hostile at worst. I’d like to be there to help (but maybe that's just the Catcher in the Rye talking). The teenager to me is an admirably insolent and defiant species – old enough to recognize injustice but not yet crushed by the banality of the workaday world. So I think of them.
Anyway, I will write (or make plans to write) occasionally, if my creative energy is not being otherwise expended. For a year I kept a blog on movies and music, which gave me the confidence to attempt something more long form (yet to be realized). I can draw a bit as well, but childhood dreams of writing and illustrating my own stories were shouldered by my ongoing affair with science. So I suppose it’s only in my bedroom, in secret notebooks, that I’m a writer.
Damn the modesty! I’m not very competitive as a rule but I can defeat any human at a fussball table. I navigate without GPS. I see through the lies. I’ve earned, like, thirty-five merit badges. Most people can’t quantify how good a friend they are, but I can: three times I’ve been best man for an old chum. I invented the pumpkin pike. I can teach vector analytic geometry to kids with ADHD. Epic Dungeons & Dragons campaigns have I crafted, though few e’er were played. Most of all, I can boast mightily while feeling a silly fool.
A touch of alcohol goes a long way in flushing out the words dammed in my head.
But when asked to name my favorite I return to my roots. I remember the drive-in theater; riding my bike to the local video store; cheesy midnight movies hosted on cable by Joe Bob Briggs and MST3K. My favorite movie will always be Raiders of the Lost Ark.
My second love is rock and roll. I have no musical talent whatsoever*, which is a pity. But if I could miraculously acquire some, my first choice would not be the ability to slug out liver-shaking bass chords or sing harmony – but instead the raw vocal power to scream like a dinosaur. Punk rock is indigenous to the garages of American suburbia – a natural force incarnated in the firebombing funhouse of Iggy and the Stooges. From Detroit through the Lower East Side of NY, punk was exported to England (not the other way around). The three most important artists in rock are therefore, in order, Elvis, the Beatles and the Ramones. For official purposes my favorite band is The Clash – the most galvanizing operation in UK punk. The fallout from the ’77 London punk explosion reverse-seeded the American underground rock of the 80s (hardcore, Hüsker Dü, the Replacements, Pavement, Pixies) that evolved into Nevermind. Credit where credit is due.
Just go ahead and seed Pandora with Dinosaur Jr right now.
Other perennial favorites: Local H, Modest Mouse, Built to Spill, The Murder City Devils, Choking Victim/Leftöver Crack, Bright Eyes, Arcade Fire, The Misfits, The Blood Brothers, The Libertines, The White Stripes, Led Zeppelin, Robert Johnson, T. Rex, Johnny Thunders and (I'll admit) my first crush: Green Day circa Dookie. In recent years I’ve developed some susceptibility to 80s pop nostalgia – but only at night, in the autumn, when I feel most like a kid (E.T. + Donnie Darko are an ideal Halloween double feature). I’ve also learned that Norwegian black metal is fucking awesome, and…I think I’m inevitably coming back around to 90s alt rock. The loveliest song in the world just might be Be My Baby by the Ronettes.
* I can, however, dance a hole through plate glass.
Ray Bradbury wrote a book called Dandelion Wine about being a 12-year-old boy in small town Illinois in the idyllic summer of 1928, the summer when he first comprehended the reality that one day he would die; the summer when he began to grow up. I had that summer, and still am having it.
I also love Moby-Dick, the hardboiled prose of Raymond Chandler, the elegiac Americana of Cormac McCarthy and the cosmic horror of H.P. Lovecraft.
Currently I’m reading Volume IV of Winston Churchill’s History of the English-Speaking Peoples and a comic book series called The Boys – a sardonic demolition of the superhero genre. I have ambitions to get around to my aging copies of Gravity’s Rainbow and Infinite Jest. Really, I do.
There's a Thai place near my house that will serve a hot and sour soup so spicy it leaves me a teary wet mess unable to taste any of the main course. I get it every time.
That said, the world's most perfect food is a Chicago-style hot dog.
2) 110 years of cinema
3) (Punk) Rock and roll
4) My rights
5) The Eisenhower interstate system
6) The Adventures of Pete & Pete
Where Is My Mind? I could be meditating on any of the following totems right now:
Dear friends who got away (Are they happy? Are they getting help?), friends who’ve stuck by, the stable and loving family that has been my greatest fortune, mistakes I’ve made, the symbolic Charlie Brown-ish plight of the Cubs, whiskey, adventure, the shape of a woman, Maxwell’s equations of electromagnetism, how I’d love to operate an historic movie palace but would be a hopelessly unprofitable business manager, the existential crisis (What motivates us?), groundhogs, good meatloaf, stand-up comedy, comic books and animation, copyright law v. free culture, civil rights, the routine abuse of power by law enforcement, the repugnance of religion and how to love my religious friends anyway, why my thighs are so big for a guy and how it would be really really good to be in love again.
Outside the cinema, I relish a good watering hole, where drinks are cheap and conversation can be had. I enjoy a rock show if it’s a band I respect, if you can get close enough to exchange sweat with the singer and if the only seats are in a balcony.
I probably like a lot of things I’ve never done.
HOWEVER, if school is out it’s just possible that I’m already 10 or 12 hours out of Dodge, having hit the highway at dawn with an accomplice or two upon that most sacred enterprise: the road trip. It’s about the rotation of miles into hours; your car the needle in a wellworn vinyl groove, spooling out the rhythmic record of a daydream. Maybe there’s a tent in the trunk, maybe just a prayer that someone will be home when you get there, maybe nothing but the courage to drive all night. It’s about the serenity of the prairie and the grumbling of the hills, the milemarkers and gas stations and music and being the blood in America’s veins.
Oh, and the reason I "dislike" dogs and cats is that I'm rather allergic to them. So I'm not heartless...I've just never had a relationship with an animal. It's hard to feel affection toward living kryptonite.
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