When given the choice, I always get extra pulp orange juice and
crunchy peanut butter. Because I am a man of substance.
What I’m doing with my life
My 9-5 hours are consumed by database development for a lighting company in Bushwick. Apparently we made a goat lamp once that for some reason didn't sell. Listen, I have no idea why it wasn't our most popular option either.
In my spare time, I'm either volunteering with Transportation Alternatives (safer streets for everyone!), hitting the climbing gym, or on a ride with my cycling club. I'm also known for collapsing into a puddle in front of Brooklyn Nine Nine reruns once I get home from all of that, so believe me, I got that couch potato thing on lock.
I’m really good at
Sketching, designing, and building my next DIY project. Right now it's an abstracted LED chandelier. As the saying goes, "measure twice, cut once, and end up going to Home Depot again because you screwed it up anyways".
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?
The first things people usually notice about me
I'm usually the most overdressed person at the party. I went to an
all-guys Catholic high school and forget that sometimes, it's okay
to not wear a tie everywhere.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Stephenson's inability to end novels and bell hooks anecdotes.
Pretentious art flicks with 20 lines of dialogue total.
I just blew through the first two seasons of Brooklyn Nine Nine and goddamn it is so good.
If they've played at St. Vitus there's a good chance they're in my library.
Pairing a good dark beer to match my homemade potato pancakes recipe
is number 4 on my bucket list.
The six things I could never do without
— Sketchbook and a V5 Precise Pen
— 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"
I spend a lot of time thinking about
I removed the shell of my racing snail to make it go faster, but if anything, it's more sluggish
On a typical Friday night I am
Some of my most perfect moments have been spent sitting next to a
campfire in the Adirondack high peaks under starlight after a long
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Sometimes I wonder what common social issue our generation will struggle to accept that might seem obvious to a future generation. Will cybernetics be 2060's LGBT rights? Who knows.
You should message me if
Once I moved to Europe without having any place to stay, a thin grasp of the local language, and only about $100 in my pocket. Hit me up if you ever need an expert in "things not to do while engaging in trans-Atlantic relocation".
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.