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"Newlywed software engineer and marginal cyclist. Takes self
too seriously. Go for a ride with me in the scenic south..."
More about Keith
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Schools (Other):
Brown University
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Occupation:
Programmer
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Hobbies and Interests:
Music, cycling, juggling, computers
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Favorite Books:
A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again, The Art of Computer Programming, Lies and the Lying Blah Blah that Blah Blah
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Favorite Movies:
Spirited Away, Hoop Dreams, Beyond the Mat
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Favorite Music:
Carissa's Wierd, The Postal Service, Jurassic 5, Neil Young, Elliott Smith, Ween, Mississippis John Hurt and Fred McDowell, Bill Evans, Ron Carter, Big Star, Flaming Lips, Fugazi, Sleater Kinney, any pop-oriented guitar bands my hipster friends tell me to like, Hank Williams
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Favorite TV Shows:
Maya the Bee in French
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About Me:
Newlywed software engineer and marginal cyclist. Takes self
too seriously. Go for a ride with me in the scenic south bay
hills, and I'll contrive a lock-free data structure to solve
all your problems.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Cat people. Other half-human hybrids would also be acceptable.
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there is absolutely nothing in Keith's
profile about his 'American Gladiator'
period? You would think that the
former hairdresser to megastars like
Nitro, Laser, Zap and Gemini would
feel compelled to some shade of
boastfulness. I mean, jesus, Keith
really knows his way around can of
mousse.
basement one time; I was playing bass,
and as Keith began one of his pattented
blistering guitar solos, we did the
classic "lean up against the guy who's
playing the solo and look all rock 'n'
roll move." It worked for a while, but
then Keith went back to playing the
rythm part of the song and walked away.
I fell backward and landed with a thud,
hitting myself in the face with the
neck of the bass guitar. That's when I
leared, definitively, that it's a long
way to the top if you wanna rock 'n'
roll.
had our share. From terrorizing our
high school with our raw arrogance and
pretense, to terrorizing Brown/RISD
parties with loutish drunken behavior,
to writing derogatory songs about The
Real World's Puck in an insomniac
daze... I cannot overstate the love and
respect I have for this surly but
huggable freak.
get some beer and it was like two
days after thanksgiving and cold and
crappy with dirty snow everywhere
but we were 19 so we went to coffee
exchange on wickenden street and
we found this lady typing on her
laptop who seemed like a nice
responsible grad student. we asked
her to do us a favor and she said yes
and we gave her a 20 and she got us
like some crappy six pack of Honey
Brown or whatever. the thing is, we
forgot to ask for the change and she
didn't offer it up and then we
remembered a little later after she
was gone and boy did we feel like
DORKS. Also, keith was wearing his
mom's giant turquoise sweater with
gray and white roses knit into it. that's
probably why this girl knew she could
rip us off. bitch.
bulbs and my 2% milk. i don't think i
could love anyone more.
it moved.
He smells like Mazel.
my word for it. Listen to what
America's top critics are saying about
keith:
"What John Wayne was in the movies, and
Ted Williams was on the ballfield,
Keith Adams is in the realm of life...
An American legend." (Screw Magazine)
"A triumph of postmodernism and lo-fi."
(Pitchfork)
"Heart-stopping, rip-roaring, seat of
your pants action.) (O Magazine)
"OOOOH, KEITH Adams!" (THe New York
Times)