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Being drafted first in the 1990 Southwood Elementary school-wide Recess Softball League (RSL)...as a 5th grader.
I'm known for my exceptional table manners.
Desparately trying to relive college, reading, people-watching, dining at Dorsia, observing the madness that is 21st St between 5th and 6th.
MLK, Teddy Roosevelt, Alexander Hamilton, Ralph Nader pre-2004, Arthur Ashe, John D. Rockefeller, Jr., my parents. Second-tier heroes: Snoop Dogg, Thomas L. Friedman, Bill Emmott, Roger Waters, Will Ferrell, Jimmy Page, Steve Nash, Daniel LaRusso, Ari Fleischer (he could manhandle the press like no one else).
The Economist, Led Zeppelin, all Wisconsin-based sports teams, The Sports Guy, Roger Ebert, The Shawshank Redemption, Heineken, March Madness, Marky Mark's seamless transition from rapper to actor, No-Limit Texas Hold-em, suitcases full of money, Google News, The Simpsons (particularly seasons 4-6), The Low End Theory, monkeys and robots (the pillars of comedy), my family.
I'm prone to singing the national anthem at inappropriate times. I insist on an authentic Cuban cigar with my apple martini. I don't want no scrubs.
Op-ed columnist for the New York Times, complete with the occasional appearance on Meet the Press and my own gaggle of jealous partisans disagreeing with everything I say...what a life.
Ummm...I can juggle?
I sleep in a cupboard under the stairs.
To get as tan as possible.
East Village in NYC, Belltown in Seattle.
The Godfather by Mario Puzo, The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt by Edmund Morris, 1984 by George Orwell, The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown.
Sitting down, hands on the keyboard, pen in my mouth, listening to the Flaming Lips.
Playing Stairway to Heaven backwards, doing J-skids on my BMX, catching fire on NBA Jam, Ice-T in New Jack City, the bloody yeti at Abracadabra.
"If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face." Either that or "hit me as hard as you can." Is that a philosophy or a request?
Walking on the white sand at Monkey Beach in the Phi Phi Islands.
Don't believe everything you read, hear, see, touch, taste or smell. Especially if Ann Coulter is involved.
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