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About Me

Man, I don't know if it's because we're like rats in a jar at a cheese-shipping factory or what, but when it finally breaks, life really is incredible. Memorial Day weekend included a going-away bash where my former high school intern knocked me out with car bombs (bastard, Obits); Will Ferrell's triple Salchows at the drive-in; a perfect little BBQ with neighbors, family and friends on a day when it was supposed to rain, but held off (guest appearance, Big Daddy Lake); then a few hours forming a pro-global warming argument on a brand new 19-footer in the middle of the Niagara. I even recognized a couple songs from the "Rap's Greatest Hits" CD. Gotta say ...

My Interests

Golf. Sun. Sausages. Until training camp.

I'd like to meet:

P.J. O'Rourke. Royal Tenenbaum. Sofia Coppola. Roger Clyne, again â€” it's a mancrush. Other members of the Thomas Jefferson Parent-Teacher Association â€” swear to God.

Music:

Here's cheese for you -- I'm off the week of July 4 and here's the agenda: Hootie at Artpark on Tuesday (keep your comments to yourself, I only want to be with you); Sam Roberts at the Square on Thursday; and the Psychedelic Furs and the Fixx at the canal on Saturday. And seeing the Old 97s on the Square calendar made my heart stop.

Movies:

Huh?

Television:

TV is officially off for the summer.

Books:

Reading a book about Sal Maglie. The Demon Barber.

Heroes:

My little girl -- purest soul I know. Unbiased, of course. And my grandmother, who always had the right phrase. Cancer stole from me a human thesaurus.