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"I'm pretty much interested in anything that I know nothing
about...especially when it comes to people's food or
culture...."
More about Matthew
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Occupation:
Knowledge Architect, mosquito feeder
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Hobbies and Interests:
Spending time with my kidz, Travelling--especially with my love Julie, Surfing the adrenaline wave--especially outdoors, Creating new realities, Databases, knowledge management
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Favorite Books:
The Deipnosophists, Harry Potter, The Good Earth, any world atlas, World Treasury on Modern Religious Thought, Confederacy of Dunces
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Favorite Movies:
Flirting with Disaster, Adaptation, Eat Drink Man Woman, Black Orphius, Tales of the City (vol.s 1-3 and 6-9)
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Favorite Music:
Free Association, Deep Banana Blackout, Jonathan Richman, Metallica, GD, Aurther Rubenstein, Rachmaninoff, The Folksmen (ha!)
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Favorite TV Shows:
tv SUCKS!--but if I have to choose: PBS, Jeopardy, Simpsons, Sex in the City, Boogie Nights
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About Me:
I'm pretty much interested in anything that I know nothing
about...especially when it comes to people's food or
culture. Of course, exotic cultural erotica is always a
turn-on.
I'm basically a laid-back guy, unless somebody expects
something from me. When I have to produce something, I'm a
totally anal retentive fuck, until I get it right.
Then I'm cool again.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I have an appreciation for people who can tell me
something I don't already know, or can do things with their
bodies that I've never seen (or heard or felt) before.
A person who appreciates kidz is a good thing too. Social
life doesn't have to cease to exist...just because one has
a family.
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class he was teaching. It was supposed
to be one of those "laugh all day
courses but I guess the comedian never
showed. After class he asked me to
help him polish off some wine he had
stashed in the bushes near the "G
Street and he promised to teach me how
to use hippy sticks. He was gushing
until I told him that I only used
hippy sticks to stab burn-outs with
bongos and wine was for cloak wearin'
fairies. I guess I should have just
chilled and held my tounge but I was
pretty hung over. We reconciled later
that evening over a few pints and some
rare Franky Goes to Hollywood 12's he
had.
at Marriot's Great America. He came up
to me with an idea for a pyramid scheme
involving antacid pills. He was totally
into the music and the foam around his
lips hinted that he had had entirely
too much sun that day. His eyes were
filled with fire as he lectured about
the beauty of Tibetan chant and the
CIA's involvement in the Hubble
Telescope. He had a noticeably large
bump on his head. As his speech reach
fever pitch I couldn't help but notice
the strange men in the crowd eying this
guy; they were trying to blend in, but
their black trench coats stuck out in
the sea of "Choose Life tees. When he
caught on to their presence he shook my
hand and said to meet him at an oxygen
bar in Marin. He handed some guy a
Russian to English dictionary and sped
off yelling, "Fakers!