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Schools (Other):
There may or may not be a wolverine involved.
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Occupation:
Writer and photographer
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Affiliations:
Mascot Stalker LLP, Stitch-n-Brunch, Infiltration, Pontiac Quarterly, the Toledo Mud Hens.
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Hobbies and Interests:
Colorful things, exploring, roadtrips, water, espresso, breakfast, the New York State Thruway, subway trains, smart people, Vermont.
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Favorite Books:
"The White Album", "Lolita", "Radio Free Albemuth", "Kavalier & Klay", "Into the Wild", "The Orchid Thief", "Moominland Midwinter", "Word Freak"
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Favorite Movies:
Buffalo '66, Oleanna, North by Northwest, Les Parapluies de Cherbourg, The Third Man, video of my cat swatting at balloons.
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Favorite Music:
"Fear of Music", "A Different Kind of Tension", "Rumors", "Entertainment!", "The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars", "Purple Rain", those three really good Heart songs.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Battlestar Galactica, Veronica Mars, Kids in the Hall, Arrested Develpment (RIP), and, uh, still waiting for Stephen Colbert to remove that restraining order!
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About Me:
Too many coffee mugs.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Steagle Colbeagle the Eagle (it's in the works).
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cool.
wealthy parents, swiss boarding school.
creamy italian governess, craggy
venezuelan chauffeur, homes in four
countries and your hand at the helm of a
dozen major corporations. maybe you're
mister nice guy, somewhere they name a
children's hospital after you. on top of
which you're physically devastating; a
body like from marvel comics and a face
by renoir, the fantasy desire of
worldwide millions and yet with all of
this somehow still... humble. but if you
don't have liz for a friend? brother,
you might just as well be camped out on
a rainy night at a traffic light under
the FDR wiping windshields on stopped
cars for spare change, cause sister you
aint got skwat.
lass and Cookie Baker to the Indie
Stars. Liz always seems to be
around at my happiest moments, be
they in Columbus, Toronto, or
Indiana. She took me down into the
abandoned subway in my
hometown, (watching her fight off
those albino rats was, like, wicked
hottt) and after I told her how much I
missed the candy drawer my
grandma used to keep in her kitchen
Liz nodded knowingly, walked
across the room, and opened her
own drawer chock full 'o candy!
Clearly she is Queen o' the Universe.
Or possibly my fairy godmother???
but the return on one's investment
vastly outweighs the expenditure. She
is an excellent travel partner with a
clear understanding of the importance
of a hearty breakfast. Liz's influence
on me has been entirely salutary.
understood the importance of a good
Hello Kitty find.
canoe while it was tied up off the dock
while I panned for gold in the Yukon,
and the loud hollow sound scared the
crap out of me. Her 1985 season made
me proud to be her son.