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Testimonial From My Mom:
"When Matt was little, he would come home from his baseball or basketball practices smelling like a New Jersey landfill. He hated bathing, and the only way I would get him to shower is if I complimented him afterward. So, after each shower, he would run into my room in his big boy robe and ask me how he smelled. I would always tell him that he smelled like a rose. You wouldn't believe how happy this made him. I don't know if he showers regularly as an adult, but if he doesn't, you're free to use the rose trick."
Testimonial From My Dad:
"Matt was never good with a hammer. I don't think he was ever able to mix concrete to the correct consistency. Trimming tree limbs was also not his forte. He was completely lost under the hood of a car. He always cut the grass too short. The front lawn is not a putting green, I would tell him. Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think he could even hang a picture frame. He was good at some things, though. Like reading. And other things."
Testimonial From My Childhood Ninja Suit:
"Hey! Hey, don't point that camera at me! Where have I been? I've been solitarily confined to this damp, oppressively hot garage since Matt wadded me up and stuffed me in this decomposing brown paper bag, leaving me to rot and robbing me of the honor that ancient Chinese tradition affords me. Matt observed this tradition back when, as a ten-year-old, he faithfully followed the Path of the American Ninja and the Thousands Ways of Death in his backyard. For neglecting these teachings, Matt will be cursed for eter - no way, are you taking those pictures with a phone? That can't be a phone. Where is its coiled black belt?"
My Work:
SOS - The Campaign for a Climate in Crisis
Live Earth - The Concerts for a Climate in Crisis