I'm an explorer, finding my way to New York City by way of both coasts and a few notable detours outside the country. My job, architect, is a job, certainly, but also helps to describe me, in that I've always worked to pull together disparate bits and pieces of the world to make, see, and find amazing things.

I was an army brat, lived in 12 places before the 9th grade, joined the army myself and lived in a bunch more, went to undergrad for art history and photography, then moved on to a master of architecture with a one year urban design addendum. NYC is a great place to pull all of my interests together.

Right now I'm exploring the design side of urban infrastructure. And a few photography projects. And some writing. With my LIFE? fascinating at its best. I use my photography to explore people, places, and the relationships of things. The photography gives me the short-term payoffs while the years-long architecture design projects come to fruition. Little bits of home improvement, most of which finds its way to the finish line.

Finding. Music, art, outside, inside, drinking, eating, walking, running, biking, towering over the city or crawling through tunnels, I like to do things.

I'm pretty discerning. I range from skeptical to really enthusiastic.

People tell me I'm intense. It comes across in the blue eyes, so I'm told, in my expressions, and my enthusiasm. And the curly hair.

Dostoevsky, Murakami, Catch-22, Catcher in the Rye, random snippets and shorts... once, while I was in the army, I took a few days to read a trashy sci-fi about how the moon is actually an immense space station, stranded here thousands of years ago, and that the inhabitants helped advance world culture through the eons. it was great.

For movies, I like epics, something really enveloping. Spagetti Westerns, Star Wars, Miyazaki... Well written stupid movies with beer: the Hangover. Good documentaries with wine: Helvetica.

Music... What's new and smart? What's old and classic? Beatles, The Clash, Andrew Bird, Pixies, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Radiohead, Operation Ivy for being really intensely creative, MGMT and TV on the Radio on the subway to help remind me that I'm not a cog.

Food is a love-hate thing for me. There are great restaurants in the city that I love, from Morimoto for sushi-saki happy hour, to Beet Ravioli at Lil' Frankies. At the same time, I'm not much of a cook, and have a hard time mustering the patience for some of the long, awesome recipes that others have made for me. I guess you could say I really appreciate good food that others make.

Optimism
Skepticism
Bike!
Camera
Drive
Brunch

Fantastic things. Circumstances that could never really happen but what if it did wouldn't that fucking kick ass!

Probably not sleeping.

I was on a fishing trip in Virginia once with some friends, me just out of the Army. We left in the middle of the night and ended up sleeping in the car. Probably 4AM I can't sleep because one of the guys in the car was snoring mad. As I'm walking along the edge of the lake, wasting time and absentmindedly thinking about my place in the world, I see a little orange glow through the trees on the other side of the lake. It was triangle shaped. As I puzzled over it, I noticed that it was getting bigger; not enlarging, but rising from behind the crest of the hill. With absolutely no rational way to explain "pointy orange spike growing out of the hillside, I watched it slowly grow to cyclopean proportions. Somehow I kept returning to "single-horned demon rising from the depths of the earth to begin the destruction of all human civilization" as the most reasonable explanation for this thing. My heart racing, rational mind doing backflips, I froze, paralyzed by the impossibility of the situation. Moments pass, the thing gets bigger, but then reveals itself. The moon, or just a sliver of it, rising vertically from behind the hill, tinted orange by the bending of light rays in the earth's atmosphere. Cut to me, a disappointed scowl...

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