My work/passion: Baumgartner Fine Art Restoration
My passion/play: Team Clif Bar Midwest
My play/work: Binary Oven
Really, if you don't know me in reality, haven't met me before or will never meet me then the probability I'll add you as a friend is less than promising.
I'm a quasi-intellectual who can't spell for the life of
me. A perpetual contradiction would surmise my existance,
but that would be too clever now wouldn't it. When I can
divert my narcissistic attention it's often focused of art.
Looking at, talking about, making, and conserving art is
the sun around which this little rock rotates. That being
said I've been "asked to leave" the Art Institute, the
National Gallery, MoMA, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art
for touching, poking, prodding, and smelling (yes smelling)
various works of art. I kindly explained to them that I am
a fine art conservator and that I was well aware of what I
was doing. Suffice it to say this only garnished my
otherwise dignified exit with two security professionals.
I like to play chess, and will overturn the board if
losing. I drink wine and expensive beer while wactching
trite television. I despise shiny black shoes and
wallpaper shirts. I race bicycles. I am fast on my bicycle. I get hit by cars on my bicycle. I sue said drivers. I make love to my bicycle every day. All in all I feel I'm a superior jerk
with an exceptional vocabulary, impecable taste, and a
circle of friends that makes my mere existance worthwile.
