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I am actually not clear on whether this is flattering or not, but my friend wrote this for me to find on his blog: "When Mike first floats into the room, many will simply notice his cartoon like ability to stridently stroke his long awaited avuncular beard while he expatiates bubbly toned candy corn like sentences in a surprisingly drifty yet germane tone regarding his innovative, seemingly opulent and recently obtained design sinecure. Few will notice how he seduces everyone in his proximity with his plethora of heartfelt quotidian man-on-the-go New York stories. Few and many will often but never surrender to his exemplary ability to expedite any process with his copious knowledge of time proven life experience and his ability to shaken even the most simple of situations with his pensive harmonious logic and charming non-sequitur customs. This inimitable myriad of inner brain strategy make him an incredibly resolute and sexually atractive homegrown Orlando Bloom/Sean Connery fusion of god sent character who is, quite simply, almost always right unless you're willing to debate him. To show Mike a quick card trick would be to mail him a fresh deck of cards with a reciept and directions. He speaks basic German, has your same camera and can open that beer with his ring. From his didactic study session style 'in your face' edginess to his surprisingly diverse non-compact disc based audio collection (Which includes everything from the most classic domestic and imported Rock albums, to Techno, Jazz, Trip Hop, and Cutting Edge Pumping Hard Electro House) he has personally gotten me out of many a problematic situation first hand without a scar on my pretty face, I can assure you. To talk to him is to talk to a full sized skin colored, frequently drunken, adamant man-robot, full of inscrutable certainty and 24 year old emotion. He is voluble, flirtacious, and un-decidedly octo-tonely bearded. He has a bachelors degree which, although occasionally leaving him both literally and figuratively stranded, makes him sharp and dangerous like a stocking stuffer style knife sent from the orient only to be garnished with the gift of tacit equanimity. He loves Confidence, Shoes, and Scotch, and has a unique first in line affinity for the American, European, Asian, and Semi-Indian ladies. He has a penchant for the industrious arts, and an un-categorical solicitous love for the well being of your colorful book collection that he mutually owns pre-introduction-to-you copies of. He can whisper the difference between Panasonic, Sony and Samsung but doesn't need to. He can scream the difference between Europe, Canada and America at the drop of a hat and at the top of his lungs but doesn't want have to. He can explain the difference between Art, Engineering, and Design at the drop of pants but isn't ever going to get the right time to. To let down your guard to Mike is to be no longer green, unsolved, and to be no longer callow for his demonstrable inability to acquiesce to that which is at a gentle stand still will toss you off of a cliff made of pure ethereal bio-degradable computer aided logic while his soul buys you a beverage of your choice with a decorative penis shaped straw to send you well on your way as a factually enlightened peer. He is the voice of an abstruse generation of others that doesn't currently physically exist in human form. Though not appearing to be docile, he is in the end the most docile man of all men standing through not revealing his predilections or imbroglio. Offer him the last bite and he will spend several gentle minutes describing it to you, minutes which are far better than tasting merely a mouthful of whatever it is that we're currently talking about. Say what you will but he is many things and many things not, including: The tardy gum drop godfather of partitioning off his harddrive and using personal computer software on a Macintosh. The smart lumber pump hacky sack pseudo-joker with the memorably milky skin. Harbo Garbo the ultimate fighting non-champion. Single Malt, Boy Toy, or Hitchcock Sucker Robert Altman Arnold Palmer Pad. The Irish epiphany cumber bun double windsor jack dick of Nebraskan proportions who to the naked eye appears to be gayer than a dolphin made out of non-fat ice cream but lifts heavy objects constantly and is definately not a drop of gay. A mans man of men, and a man who is made out of pure man made man. If you're reading this and you have not yet physically met Mike, be ready to not overlook his certain traits that exist somehow unquestionably through the night and into the morning with intense memorization, for again, he is flavored and scented, and has been refined and chiseled since before cutting huge sheets of glass at his mothers frame shop as a pre-teen. To quote the man himself, he is a "Symbolic Logician" who likes "Spooning vigorously for warmth". Let yourself not be confused, for a second. Open your eyes to that which he is, and that which is definately is not. Meet Mike. Mike Boylan. Industrial Designer. And yes - You're welcome. Oh by the way, did I mention that he can play the bass, and by the bass I mean guitar and also bass. I'm not joking."..