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About Me

I hate onions. Were you to poll my friends, this is the first fact they would list about me. Honestly. And I loathe Whoopi Goldberg. She's the fucking worst.
Seeking to harness the power of MySpace through wordy blogs and awkward photographs. You'll glean that I'm a fun lovin' boy full of dreams and sunshine. Yes, that's what I tell myself through long, deep breaths before sleep.
Time to share my mirth with more people. But not too many.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

No, who don't I want to meet?
Are you the kind of person who believes a conversation is made up of one long run-on sentence that details every minute of your life? I'm a good listener, but for fuck's sake, take a breath and ask me some questions.
Are you just collecting people on this site? To be merely thrown atop the statistical heap isn't all that enticing. While I'm sure I'd stand out amongst the seven hundred friends you've amassed, please send a message before requesting friendship. What makes me so goddamned worthy?
If your favortie artists are Bob Marley, Sublime, and (especially) Jack Johnson, it's not going to work out. You do not want to hear endlessly about how much I hate their music. That's fine if you like them. I'd rather cram glass into my ears.
I'm sure your band is swell. But no.
Sense of humor? Great. Stirring conversation skills? Awesome. More concerned with the slope of your hair than anything else? Not so much.
If we befriend, you are expected to say hello when seeing me out in the real world. Strange how many people don't adhere to this rule.

My Blog

Xmas Shoes 2008.

Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 13:30:00 GMT

Alter egos.

A quick note to those who might be interested.Work continues on the memoir. It’s nearing two-hundred fifty pages with plenty to go. The great and terrible part about this process is that the far...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 10:47:00 GMT

Yuletide mirth.

Seasons greetage to you and yours.XMAS CHEER!!!!! Add to My Profile | More VideosOne of us thought the above was a stupid idea. Clearly they were mistaken.And now for a more personal messa...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 11:20:00 GMT

You just know.

The first thing people said to me after stating my intention of moving to Brooklyn was that I would finally meet the right girl before setting off. I can't tell you how many times I heard this. Maybe ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 08:11:00 GMT

"Why don't you blog anymore?"

Lest you think I harbor some delusions of literary worth, but a number of people have asked of late why I haven't been blogging. "Hey," they shout as I cross a busy thoroughfare, "what's up with the w...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:43:00 GMT

Stigma.

In sixth grade, I was given my first stereo system. A dusty hand-me-down from my parents, I nevertheless cherished the boxy unit, and took great pride in cleaning it up and granting it new life. A gi...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 22:26:00 GMT

Session playa.

"Listen to you go!"The voice, gruff but very enthusiastic, startled me. Looking up from my guitar, I saw a man in a Cliff Huxtable-like sweater holding a banana. We were working on separate albums in ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 11:59:00 GMT

Video star.

On October 15th, 1997, my twenty-sixth birthday, my band signed a record deal with RCA at The Globe, a regal bar in Athens. One by one we signed our names, sealed our fate, and then drank deep into th...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 10:35:00 GMT

Michael Stipe story.

During the mid-nineties, I eked out a living as a telemarketer while waiting for my band to take off. My friend Lance Bangs, on the other hand, was a burgeoning filmmaker. With the help of mutual frie...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 22:09:00 GMT

Christopher's Country Corner.

There's a banged up boombox that sits above the large sinks in our kitchen at work. Every night it blares out the preferred radio station of whoever is in charge for a given shift. Most of the manager...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 18:27:00 GMT