-I can't whistle, blow bubbles with bubble gum, or roll my r’s. Speaking Spanish can be challenging for me.
- I’m afraid of snakes.
-My sister calls me Bucko. I’m not sure why. It’s not my name.
Now that that’s out of the way, here is more information about me:
I moved to San Francisco from Philadelphia in the summer of 2009 after finishing my medical training in Philadelphia. I moved here because I have family here (my sister, brother-in-law, and niece), and because I REALLY like the area! I missed seeing sunsets when I lived in Philly.
I can't say enough about this area! One weekend, I'm on this incredible hike above the fog line and watching reflections of pink and orange off the cottonball-like clouds from the sunset. The next weekend, I'm roaming around North Beach, Chinatown, and Jackson Square, on a city-wide evening treasure hunt with an amazing Chinese New Year Parade and coursing through fascinated crowds. This city just has a mystique to it.
I've got my career. I've worked hard to get to this point, and I think I lucked out too. I'm making some good friends in my new city. Ultimately, I'm looking for a partner now with whom to share adventures and perhaps even stand in line with to get ice cream at Bi Rite!
I spend a couple of hours a week painting, while listening to music and sometimes wondering how that time can flash by so quickly.
I can draw a map of the U.S. on a napkin just like Senator Al Franken.
Things I'm not so good at:
Blowing bubbles with bubble gum.
I can't roll my r's :(
The Master and Margarita - the devil visits early Communist-era Moscow. Full of allegory and even a talking cat with an edge about him!
All The King's Men (the best prose I have ever read)
Music: It's very hard for me to narrow down this category. My ipod is pretty diverse.
Food: I can't bring myself to eat a runny egg yolk. Besides that, I'm not that picky. I like Indian food a lot. When I visit Texas, I cannot resist good BBQ.
Petting the occasional outgoing cat.