He brings many things to the table. Skilled list-maker, tireless redactor, past and present student, thrice textbook slave, writer, web developer: he has a few ideas, most of which may have to wait. To the eyes of cashiers and waitstaff across this great land his face presents a strange familiarity. His preschool teacher described him as “his own man,” a gypsy automaton observed his “shrewd and clever mind,” and beautiful women have independently called him “adorable” — all true. He favors local business and agriculture, fuel economy, affordable housing, decaf, leisure, the liturgy, word-of-mouth, semantic markup, and layered PSDs. There’s a chance your letter never made it to his box, or his to yours or something. Once almost crushed by Ryne Sandberg fans, he later survived a sodden, train-bound mass from the Taste, and now savors the fevered, odorous, exoskeletal press of public transit in the morning rush, shot silent to the Loop—ah humanity! While he won’t relive the ’80s with you, he will play with your dog. Please divert him from his computer and direct mail@ this particular domain, with love.
On this site: Bike/Fare, Work, home. BLOCKQUOTE.org is infrequent, Twitter is private, Flickr and Delicious invite your perusal.