Gabriel

Bank Street College School For
Horace Mann School

Yale University

Yale University, Attended - , Class of , Other

wayward son in a family-for-hire

acting, writing, directing, scuba, philosophy, activism

Kundera, Chomsky, Salinger, Shakespeare.

Apocalypse Now, Low Story, Taxi Driver, When Harry Met Sally, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Raise The Red Lantern, Memento, Manufacturing Consent

audible

West Wing, Daily Show, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Six Feet Under, Boomtown, Jiminy Glick

Okay, so, yeah: played D&D back in the day (enjoyed being a Paladin), then grew up and went to a college which allowed me to remain a geek and yet seem kinda cool. Cute girls tolerated my Curb Your Enthusiasm qualities as long as i was fun; so, basically, my geekishness has been both coddled and hidden. For example: I wear contact lenses -- perfect grown-up-geek thing. Not to worry, however, I've developed social skills and a sense of style. Not quite "which fork goes with which entree," but I'm good at holding a conversation and don't randomly snicker to myself about creepy private jokes. . . Other stuff: Live in the Hollywood Hills overlooking a deer path. I've seen 10 deer at once, 4 owls, 2 coyotes, 15 ravens, and a gaggle of geese. (Not really on the last one: I just like the word "gaggle.") I love LA in the semi-wilderness. It almost rivals NYC, my hometown, but not quite. . . . What else? Oh, I got ordained to be minister! I can marry people! How bizarre is that? Did it online, and it's real; and yet I'm still the same un-enlightened schlub. . . Favorite/ Most Embarrassing moment: I was 14 -- just the right time to take yourself seriously. I was at a huge sprawlihng gala event with Raul Julia. After a few drinks, Raul got up, tapped his glass, and sang. Wow. A beautiful aria for his wife -- soulful, majestic. Everyone cried. So, of course, a couple of drinks later, I thought -- Well, it was my turn, right? I had to return the favor -- the Gift of Song. I got up, cleared my 14 year old lungs, and belted out "I Want Somebody to Love" by Depeche Mode. And I meant it. Every cell in my awkward little body. Song ended -- no one had cried. But I do think most had bitten through their cheeks, trying not to laugh. . . . Hope all's well in your world.

mouth-breathers.