traveling, snowboarding, hiking, outdoors, drinking, drinking outdoors, camping, carving things, making jewelry, sewing, riding my bike w/ and w/out my possy, my job and the snakes, rocks, trouble, beards, coffee, chololate and cheese-the food & album
I'd like to meet:
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Music:
Almost every type of music except for techno which I hate with a passion. Ween, Jonny Cash, Willie Nelson, Doors, Talking Heads, Ben Harper, Hank WilliamsI&III, Bjork, The Cars, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Ryan Adams, Parliment Funkadelic, Black Sabath, Blondie, Tom Waits, No Doubt, Spearhead, Ray Charles, Yonder Mountain String Band, Cindi Lauper, Out Kast, James Brown, Paul Simon, Curtis Mayfield, KRS1, Marvin Gaye, Al Green, Tom Petty, The Cure, Kiser Souse, Morcheeba, Portishead, Tribe Called Quest, De La Sol, Pink Floyd, Led Zeplin, Billy Holiday, Sinatra, Elvis, I do belive Shakira has her place, & anything live...
Movies:
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
Heroes:
Anyone who tolerates me for three or more months.