I'm a ramblin' man. Not like in the Allman Brothers song but in the don't-know-when-to-shut-the-f-up sense of the word. Point being that once I get started, if someone is still listening (or at least appears to be listening) then I will invariably meander from one subject to the next. So before I get too far off topic here, I'll get on to talking about myself which is what I suppose I'm meant to do in this space. I moved my old bio to a blog which you are welcome to read if you like. I decided it was a little lame and nearly out-of-date (as I am turning 29 this month).
I work too much which sucks since I'm not crazy about either of my jobs (global sourcing coordinator at Pfaltzgraff by day, server at The Left Bank by the occassional night). I'm in a band called The Glorious Filaments (see link below). I speak Mandarin Chinese and Spanish. I've never been married (though I've felt like I was a time or 2). I am currently unattached. I once thought my heart was broke cuz it stopped working for awhile. I think it is back now.
I love music and film. I love random acts of kindness. I love smiles from strangers. I love learning new things (especially new words). I love to read. I love my mom because she has the biggest heart I've ever known. I love a sappy love song if it's sincere and can make you cry. I love a kick ass song if it makes you tear your living room apart with air guitar acrobatics. I love Sunday mornings. I love biking the rail trails. I love traveling (doing pretty well at about 12 countries plus Hong Kong). I love NPR on long drives and sunny days. Love the smell of suntan lotion at the beach. Love calls from old friends. That time of day when the sun is about to set and everything in the east is blazing and glowing against the contrast of the looming night sky. Sincerity. Tact. A sense of diplomacy. The smell of coffee in the morning. Good food. Good company. Good conversation. A good laugh.
What do I hate? That's a strong word. Perhaps we should say "don't understand." Well, plenty. Ignorance. Intolerance. Guys obsessed with sports or cars and girls obsessed with shopping and reality TV. Life is your own journey, don't let corporate America be the captain. Gambling/card games. Wal-Mart. Traffic jams. McMansions/Starter Castles (my bro builds the fucking things!). Stereotypes. Presumptiousness. People who won't watch a foreign film just because they can't be bothered with subtitles. Short attention spans. Stubborn people. Alarm clocks. People that vacation in the same place every year. Cheating (in love or on a test etc)--just a real lack of character if you ask me. "Because-I-say-so" parents. Make up. Masks. Hangovers. Mullets. Zubaz pants. Lower back tatoos. Girls that squeeze into tight jeans and belly shirts that squeeze their back fat into a cornice of suspended blubber. If you can't dress yo'self then maybe you should call your mom! Okay, I'm done...
